Call me Bobby...or don't.

/I passed out outside./

Coco blinked. /Are you okay?!/

/Yeah. Bit cold./

Coco started to tear up.

/I'm fine! Where are the batteries?/

Coco nodded, pulling away from her sister. Never once had she asked if Coco was okay. Coco opened the draw and pulled them out.

/Thanks. So, how are you?/

Coco shrugged.

She raised an eyebrow, taking the batteries and switching it in ehr hearing aid.

Coco curled up in her bed.

"Thanks," Chanel said, eharing her hearing aid kick in. "Seriously, Coco, are you all right?"

"GO AWAY!" Coco exclaimed, hiding under the covers.

Chanel was miffed. So, she stood up and left.

Coco was fed up. Fed up of always looking out for Chanel and never being looked out for.

Chanel was fed up of her sister thinking that everythign was always about her.

Coco felt alone. Even with her sister around.

Chanel ahd never felt like she belonged.

Chanel was Coco's sister. But in some ways they weren't friends.

Chanel loved Coco, but she frequently didn;t like her.

Coco resented Chanel.

Chanel felt the same way about Coco a lot. Without her, she could be free to do what she liked.

Coco knew it was mostly because of Chanel that they were moved around a lot.

Chanel couldn't help it. She resented authority.

Coco just wanted to be happy. It was liked Chanel couldn't care less.

Chanel wouldn't be happy until she knew about her past. Recently it had been hauning her more and more.