Ice Cream with Hana

Kevin almost immediately decided that spending time with his cute adopted sister was definitely better than hitting the locker room and checking if any guys' dongs had shrunk. Making his way downstairs with the confidence of a geek who had just banged a cheerleader then become one of the stars of the football team, Kevin barged into Mrs. Cooper's class without even knocking.

Casually looking up from what she was writing on the whiteboard, Mrs. Cooper exclaimed, "Oh, Kevin! What a pleasant surprise. Did you need something?"

"I'm leaving early, so I wanted to pick up Hana," Kevin explained matter-of-factly, having gotten used to how lax his teachers had become after his wish.

"Oh, alright," the formerly strict teacher said, as if the request was completely reasonable and routine. Turning toward the front of the class where Hana was sitting, she said, "Hana, go ahead and pack up your things, we can't have you stuck at school after classes let out."

"Sure, it's not like I don't know this stuff anyway," Hana said with a shrug, grabbing her bag and beginning to put her things away.

Turning back to Kevin, Mrs. Cooper said, "I trust you took care of Cassie."

Kevin was sure he saw her wink this time, and found himself blushing, despite his newfound confidence. "Yeah, I, uh, definitely took care of her," he said stupidly, noticing a few knowing chuckles and giggles from the class.

Hana stood up from her seat and started toward Kevin, rolling her eyes at him as she did. "Come on bro, let's go," she said, yanking his arm and pulling him toward the door.

"Have fun you two!" Mrs. Cooper called after them with a smile.

As they walked down the hall, Hana looked up at her brother and playfully snarked, "Seriously, you 'took care of her?'"

"She asked," Kevin replied with a shrug, pushing the door to the parking lot open and holding it for his sister.

"You do realize that half the class knows you slept with her," Hana said bluntly, as the door closed behind them, "and that half the school will know by the end of the day."

The geek in Kevin couldn't help but grin at the thought of so many people knowing he'd nailed a cheerleader. Unlocking his SUV and climbing in, he sarcastically responded, "Oh, no! The whole school will know I had sex with a hot cheerleader. Whatever shall I do?"

Opening her door, Hana glared at Kevin and said, "Maybe think of the 'hot cheerleader''s reputation and that she might not want the whole school to know she slept with you during school before you even started dating, if you're even planning on dating her."

"Shit," Kevin said dully, turning away and dropping his head in shame as Hana's words shredded his ego and left him feeling like a complete ass. Sure, he wanted to punish the jocks and cheerleaders, but it felt wrong to hurt Cassie like that. He wanted to mete out justice, not be that asshole guy who didn't think about feelings of the girls he slept with.

"I wish what I said and did won't hurt Cassie's reputation," Kevin quickly wished, hoping he'd worded it well. He supposed he'd find out soon enough.

Turning to try to explain himself to his sister, Kevin found that the petite Korean girl's expression had softened by the time she finished climbing into the tall vehicle. Punching Kevin in the arm, she said, "Hey, don't worry too much. Those cheerleader's are pretty much Teflon."

"Teflon?" Kevin asked, distracted from his self doubt by his sister's odd choice of words.

"It's a reference," Hana explained, "It means nothing bad sticks to them, although I suppose it could also mean they're poisonous when they're too hot. Both work."

Kevin chuckled and started the truck, Hana's intelligent and somewhat dark sense of humor lifting his spirits. As he was getting ready to pull out, he realized something. Turning to his sister, he blankly said, "I have no idea where we're going."

Looking less than amused, Hana rolled her eyes and asked, "So, what, you got laid and just didn't feel like being in class anymore? Did your little cheerleader literally fuck your brains out?"

Kevin opened his mouth to respond a few times, only to finally drop his head and say, "Yeah, that's pretty much it."

Letting out a long sigh, Hana reached out her hand and rubbed the back of Kevin's head. "It's alright, you're just a guy after all. I don't know why I expect more from you." Pulling back her hand and slapping the back of her brother's head a little harder than what most would consider playful, she commanded, "Now get up, you're buying me ice cream."

Rubbing the back of his head, Kevin looked up at his sister. "Ow," he said simply.

"Marble Slab," Hana said firmly, "and we're listening to my music."

Kevin sighed in defeat as Hana hooked her phone up to the SUV's surround sound and started blaring K-pop. Being able to understand the lyrics was novel, but ultimately did not improve the experience.

Kevin and Hana sat in his SUV in the strip mall parking lot, having opted to enjoy their ice cream in the truck's plush seats, rather than the hard wooden chairs of the ice cream shop. After being soothed with a banana split, Hana had at least turned down her music to a volume they could talk over, and the two of them were discussing the merits of Western super hero tropes in Eastern media and vice versa.

Kevin's enjoyment of good nerdy conversation and a double-dark chocolate cone was interrupted when a squad car pulled up next to him in the parking lot and rolled down its passenger window to reveal a uniformed policewoman with short auburn hair. Kevin hurried to turn off his sister's music, obediently rolling down his own window and smiling awkwardly at the officer in the vehicle's passenger seat. "Is there a problem, officers?"

The woman in the passenger seat smirked and asked, "My partner and I were just wondering what two high school students were doing out on such a lovely school day."

Before Kevin could wish the police away, Hana leaned across him to reach the window, the left side of her lithe body pressing pleasantly against him. Able to see the officer, she plainly explained, "We're from Eastlake, plus we're both eighteen."

"Oh," the woman who had been questioning Kevin said in realization, her face lighting up. Smiling, she shook her head and said, "Damn, I wish I could have gone to a school like that. I hear half your classes don't even have tests."

The policeman in the driver seat, obscured from sight by the height and angle of their vehicles, scoffed. In a gravelly voice, he added, "Yeah, and nearly none of them go to college. You two make sure to actually study, you hear? Your school gives this town a bad enough reputation as it is."

"We, uh, we will, sir," Kevin answered, trying to sound as respectful as possible while thoroughly intimidated by the gruff man.

Clearly not feeling any of the discomfort Kevin was, Hana playfully added, "Don't worry, we're two of the good ones."

"Sure you are; that's why you're skipping class," the man replied sarcastically.

The female officer shook her head and smiled, "You'll have to forgive my partner; they stuck a stick up his butt in basic training and we haven't been able to get it out since. You two enjoy your date." With that, she rolled up her window and the squad car backed out of the parking spot.

"I wish that woman gets every promotion she wants," Kevin wished, quickly adding, "as long as she's qualified." The town didn't need an inexperienced chief of police, just because an officer had been decent to him. He could help her break a few glass ceilings though.

"Um, Kevin, your ice cream?" Hana said, pointing to the chocolate dripping down his cone and over his fingers toward his leather seat.

"Oh, shit!" Kevin exclaimed, hurrying to clean up the mess with a napkin. "Thanks."

"No sweat," Hana replied, turning her K-pop back on.

Kevin worked on his ice-cream for a bit to stave off the melting, then turned to Hana. With a nervous laugh, he said, "That sure was weird. The policewoman thinking we were on a date, I mean."

Hana shrugged as she took a bite of her Sunday. In a slightly awkward voice, she said, "I mean, it's hardly the first time it's happened, right? We're two attractive teenagers that are the same age. Really, it only makes sense to assume something's going on. Remember the rumors when we first got to high school?"

Thinking for a moment, Kevin did. People, teachers included, had assumed they were dating, given how much time they spent together and how close they were. Then they, again teachers included, had made much more salacious assumptions when they found out he and Hana weren't blood related, but were living under the same roof.

Kevin's cheeks flushed briefly at the recollection of the events of his new life, then realized something Hana had just said. They were 'two attractive teenagers'. Two, which included him. Smirking across the center console at his admittedly attractive sister, he asked, "So, what you're saying is that you find me attractive?"

Hana looked a little flustered; just a little, but it was there. Sticking her spoon into her mostly finished ice cream, she asked, "That's your takeaway from everything I said?"

Shrugging, Kevin replied, "What can I say, I guess I'm a vain guy."

Hana scoffed. "Given who you hang out with, I'm hardly surprised."

Feeling defensive, Kevin said, "Hey, they're not all bad."

"What, like Cassie?" Without waiting for an answer, Hana opened her door and said, "I'm done, want me to throw that out for you?"

Looking down at his again dripping cone, Kevin got the impression that Hana was done with more than her Sunday; certainly with their conversation, at the very least. "Um, sure," he half-mumbled as he handed her the cone, not knowing what else to say.

As Hana hopped out of the car and trotted up to the shop to toss their half-finished ice-cream, Kevin was left alone to try to figure out what exactly had just happened with his sister.

The ride home was a bit awkward, but not as bad as Kevin had feared. Hana sulked for a bit, but eventually started their earlier conversation back up out of nowhere. Kevin, not wanting to risk upsetting her again, had gone along with it and they'd chatted amiably the rest of the drive home.

Opening his new home's large multi-car garage, Kevin immediately noticed his parents two cars parked inside. In his old timeline, they would have been at work, but because of his wish they didn't have to, which meant they were home to catch him coming home from school early. "Well shit," he said. "I did not think that through."

Hana looked up at him quizzically, and asked, "Um, what are you talking about?"

Kevin gestured to the two vehicles parked in the garage, thinking the problem was obvious. "Mom and Dad's cars are here, and somehow I don't think they'll be crazy about us cutting out of school early."

"Yeah, if they were home," Hana said, shooting Kevin a confused look. "They're out of town with Jessica's parents, remember? I kind of figured that was why we were skipping." Stretching across the center console, she put a hand on Kevin's forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Maybe you're coming down with whatever Jess has."

For a moment, Kevin was stunned by the sight of Hana's bra-encased breasts, visible down her top due to the way she was leaning over. It wasn't a particularly sexy bra, and Hana didn't have huge breasts, but something about the fact that it was Hana and that she didn't know he could see caused Kevin's cock to twitch in his jeans. Pushing down his arousal and pushing away his sister, Kevin said, "I just forgot, alright?"

Leaning back in her seat, Hana shrugged and said, "Whatever, can we just park so I can get on my computer?"

"Your wish is my command," Kevin said sarcastically, having to hold back from laughing at the irony. As he pulled into the garage, it occurred to him that he should probably check on the source of his wishes. "You go on in. I'm gonna check on Jess and see how she's doing."

Unbuckling her seat belt, Hana turned and said, "Oh, I'll go with you."