Unfortunately, it wouldn't get much better from there.
Much to Piper's chagrin, nobody could hang out with her today. Despite the fact that she and her friends had made very detailed plans to at least see each other, Dakota had other things to do (probably be homesick and sigh openly about how much she missed Texas for some reason) and Zack had gotten himself in trouble due to an unspecified incident with a certain under the pier party and underaged drinking that had landed him on the radio. That meant, unless Piper was willing to go face Zack's mom or brave Dakota's ennui, Piper had set that alarm for nothing.
It hadn't all been for naught though. At least she got to lay around in her jammies a little bit more. It wasn't like she could just go back to sleep after getting yelled at by everyone in the whole friggin house about how loud her alarm clock was, but she could at least spend a little time at home with her family. Even if that wasn't her ideal way of spending her Monday morning Piper supposed, begrudgingly that it would have to do.
The living room of the Black House was where most "family bonding" took place. Read that as "watching TV and trying not to fight." There wasn't so much as a thing on television that Piper and her family couldn't argue about. But at least her Mom had laid down for a pregnancy nap. That only left her and her sister, Parker. Two lazy bums, one cozy couch.
Piper was dressed in one of her old t-shirts and some sweats. Hillary Heart's logo looked awfully distorted stretched across her chest, but it was something of a collector's item. It was so comfy and warm, even though it hugged her tits so tight you couldn't make out the logo. Her sweats were all faded and gray—Piper had spent many a night on this couch, wearing those things thin and breaking them in. Plus, staying in was an excuse not to do her hair. That always took super-friggin' long...
"Hey squirt, pass the remote." Her sister grumbled from the other side of the couch, "Fuggin' hate Dr. Phil..."
The unforseen side-effect of having nothing to do before noon was that she was stuck with the other member of the house who constantly had no plans in the am, and that was her no-good sister Parker. Who could literally spend hours glued to the couch and not give a second thought about helping out around their shared living space or even offer to go do a grocery run.
But, you know, she was still fun.
When it came down to it.
Sometimes.
She was at least good for a Steve Wilkos marathon.
The truth was that Parker and Piper had never really gotten along. Unless they were doing something illicit, then they got along great. But for the moments whe Piper felt like actually being a responsible human being (namely and particularly after her mother announced her pregnancy) the two constantly found themselves at odds.
"Sure." Piper grunted as she leaned forward, tossing the remote to her ne'erdowell sister, "Feel free."
Parker looked a lot like Piper did. Olive skin, stacked chest with thick dark hair and natural good looks. They both took after their mother, but Parker, in particular, was the good looking one of the family.
"Great. Can't miss my shows..." Parker grumbles, clearly still hung over after her latest adventure, "Fuggin aaaaa... almost missed Steve..."
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