The girl by the pool.

I pulled the Van to the curb near a large wrought iron fence with an automatic gate. I didn't have the keycard of course, so I began to pull out my phone to contact Imogene, when I noticed her sitting in a plastic chair, near the nearby pool with a "Closed" sign on it. She looked incredibly bored, her head downturned. She was wearing what looked like a club dress, short and black, cut low on the top and covered with a black leather jacket. She was rapidly tapping her thumbs on a phone. I couldn't take in many more details, but next to her was what what looked like a small overnight bag.

Imogene's legs were crossed, and I found my gaze wandering across the length of her exposed calf. Ok, have to be honest, I thought to myself. My little sister is fucking hot.

I could walk over and wave from the gate, but that would involve yelling. I noted that there were a ton of texts from Imogene that I hadn't bothered checking. Imogene seemed to be more annoyed than anything else, at least from what I could tell from emojis. Her texts had become shorter and shorter, at the end had simply become a list of people she had called to try to get in touch with me. I quickly typed back a "Sorry, Phone was off." Followed by a "We're Here, outside the gate."

"She's gonna be pissed, you know?" I commented, slipping the phone back into my pocket.

"So what? She knew you were on your Honeymoon. She knows what you and Kay get up to." Charlotte shrugged. "And you know what? I'm not going to lie to her today. Not ONE damn lie. "

My mind flashed to what we had been just talking about.

"So what do we tell her?" I asked, seeing Imogene's head whip up from her phone, and her hand come up in an eager wave towards the van. I waved back with a quick gesture.

"We tell her the truth. I'm not your girlfriend Brent. Not yet at any rate. But the fact you asked me rather than just making a decision balances out the dumbass comment earlier, so... I'm your girlfriend's girlfriend. She doesn't need to know we're fucking. Unless you actually want to fuck her, then she does matter, and she needs to know. Get it?" Charlotte spoke matter of factly. "I'm not going to treat you any different, and if she figures it out on her own, great! Smart Girl. "

Imogene was rapidly approaching the gate, heel twisting slightly as she tried to maneuver in the heels she was wearing.

"Brent!" She looked dejected and simultaneously angry as she yanked open the pedestrian gate. It slammed close after her passing with a jarring sound of metal on metal. She moved to the passenger side of the van, and seemed about to open the door, when she noted that Charlotte was in the car. Her eyes opened in a classic double take and her expression changed to one of confusion.

"Let me get the side. " I offered, leaning back to reach behind Charlotte's seat. The door handle was just out of reach.

"I got it." Charlotte spun in her seat, leaning over to pull on the latch. It was easier for her, and the door slid open easily, allowing Imogene to enter.

"Uhm... Hi." Imogene offered after quickly shutting the Van door. She brushed her brown hair back. "I kept texting and texting, where were you last night? Where's Kaila?"