“Andrea!”  Chel muttered to herself, confident that she wouldn’t be overhead.  The music wasn’t getting any quieter.  “What does she thinks he’s doing bringing a boy over this late at night?”  That was a silly question.  She was doing what many a teenager did when parents weren’t home.  Taking advantage of it.

“My brother’s staying over with some friends tonight,”  Andrea grinned at Jonathan, scooting closer to him on the couch.  “Rest of the family is out of town.”

“So we’re alone?”  Jonathan stated the obvious, a mischievous look fixed on his face.

“Uh-huh,”  slurred Andrea with a coy smile.

Around the corner, Chel watched and worked her way through the best way to approach this.  She was a little mad that her sister would do this to her, but at the same time aware that it was her own fault.  She should have been here.