Sibling Rivalry

Siblings are very unique individuals. Sometimes they are paired with brothers or sisters, or other times they're packs of the two genders bundled under the same roof. In most cases they care and look out for one and the other, while in other cases they fight and scorn against one another until the end. One house on 999 Milton Avenue, a pair of siblings, two sisters, Rosemary and Regan Gravely, have turned their loyal love into a hateful contest of tug-of-war.

"It's mine!" The oldest sister roared as she pulled on one an arm of a monster plushy.

"No, it's mine!" The youngest sister fought back, pulling on the plushy's other arm.

"It was in my room!" Rosemary tugged. "I told you not to touch or play with my stuff."

"You don't even play with it." Regan argued. "It just sits there on the window!"

"Let go, dumb blonde!" 

"You let go, bubble butt!"

The pair pulled back and forth, stretching out the little toy's soft fabric limbs. Their fighting stopped when a flash fire sprouted beside them then extinguished away, leaving a tall man in a red suit standing in their wake. His scarlet eyes blazed with bright, burning rage. 

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP ALREADY?!?" Their stepfather, Lu, roared. "We're trying to watch the game downstairs."

"This is your fault, you know." Rosie scolded her only sister. "You're always touching me stuff."

"I wish I had a better big sister than you!" Regan cursed.

"I wish I never had a sister at all!" Rosie hurtfully cursed back.

A sound of thunder rattled Rosie's room and a bright flash of light briefly blinded the Gravely sisters. Suddenly a pair of giant, electrified wings made of pure light and energy divided the two sisters apart, forcing them to back up a couple steps. The wings vanished and there stood a tall man in a dark, leather jacket between them.

"Alright, Buffy and Dawn, let's cool off." Their uncle, Mike, ordered. "Come on, you both know you don't mean what you said."

"He's right," His devilish brother added. "Trust us, you don't want to spend a millennium old heartache wishing things could have been different."

Mike knelt down next to the gothic older sister and counselled her. "Hey, I know what it's like. I know how sisters can be a major pain. You tell them to don't do something, but they do it anyway. I get that. But we're the oldest and regardless of their actions we gotta look out for them. They look up to us, so it's our job to set an example."

The devil also made the same gesture to the younger sister. "And it's not easy being the youngest. You just want to have what they have. But you can't just take it from them, you gotta ask for it first. Then one day they pass their possessions to you because they care about you. Regardless how many times you two fight, you still love each other in the end, right?"

Both the Gravely sisters took in the wise words of the celestial beings to heart and mind. They both turned to each other, their eyes full of regret. 

"I'm sorry." Rosie said first. A small, sheepish smile formed on her lips.

"Me too." Her sister mimicked. The two then walked up to each and gave each a large, heartfelt hug.

"Come on," Rosemary suggested. "Let's pick up Slinky and play with him outside."

"Yeah!" Regan cheered and the two ran downstairs. The angelic brother and his demonic brother high-fived each other and they slowly followed downstairs. They returned to the couch and watched the football game. 

"You did well, brother." Mike complimented. 

"As did you," Lu returned the favor. "Did those two remind you of anyone?"

"Yeah. You and Gab. Two of you fought a lot."

"Not as much as you and Raph. I remember how he'd challenge you to wrestling matches that he could never win, and he'd always throw a fit afterward."

"Yeah, never had the same kind of bonding we had. We never fought about anything, with the exception of that one fight."

"Ahem to that, bro."

The two brothers fist-pumped each and resumed viewing the game. Lu reached out and grabbed the top of a beer bottle off the coffee table. Mike aggressively grabbed the bottom half of the bottle. The duo proceeded to yank the beer back and forth.

"Hey!" Mike shouted. "That's my beer."

"No, it's mine." Lu retorted.

"It was on my side of the table."

"It's from my fridge, paid for with my money!"

"It's dark beer! You don't even like the taste of dark beer!"

"I can handle any alcoholic beverage that put in my liver!"

"Don't make me smite your cindered ass!"

"Bring it, choir boy!"

The two brothers grabbed one another and wrestled on the carpet floor. Siblings come in all shapes and sizes. But no matter how different they are, they all act the same and share the same amount of love.