Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister Apr 2026

After that, she was everywhere.

But the night of the hoodie changed things. Derek’s band was playing a show at a grimy venue downtown. I was there for support, nursing a warm PBR and pretending to enjoy the feedback screech of his guitar. The crowd was thin, mostly girlfriends and guys who’d wandered in for the cheap bar.

I didn’t reply. I threw my phone across the room. Phatassedangel69 - Best Friend-s Obsessive Sister

“It’s my best friend’s band. Of course I came.”

I sat up in bed, heart hammering. “Derek, it’s not what you think. She—she started it. I never—” After that, she was everywhere

I swung my legs out of bed, suddenly nauseous. “That’s a lie. Why would she lie?”

That girl was gone. In her place was a chaos agent with a broken moral compass and an encyclopedic memory of every awkward thing I’d ever said. I was there for support, nursing a warm

Chloe slid onto the barstool next to me, her thigh pressing flush against mine. She was wearing a black dress that ended mid-thigh and started too low. My hoodie—the one she’d stolen—was tied around her waist like a trophy.

Give it back tomorrow.

I laughed, a little too loud. “Chloe, you’re Derek’s little sister. You’re off-limits. That’s just… the law.”