F4m-your-friends-mean-goth-sister-sits-on-your-... May 2026

The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo. It was Jade, his older sister. She was the personification of a storm cloud—black platform boots, tattered fishnets, and a perpetual scowl framed by hair the color of midnight. She didn't look at me; she just marched over to the beanbag chair I was occupying.

"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

She didn't argue. She didn't even roll her eyes. She simply turned around and sat down—not on the edge of the beanbag, but directly on my lap. The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo

The air left my lungs. She was heavy in that solid, deliberate way, her leather jacket cold against my chest. She pulled a book from her back pocket, cracked the spine, and started reading as if I were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "Uh, Jade?" I managed to choke out. She didn't look at me; she just marched