Standing in front of the television, Casey aggressively swings the motion sensored remote as she poorly mocks the pink figure twirling around in the Just Dance video game. She's wearing a yellow tank top with tight black sweats. She throws another punch, her loose ponytail swaying wildly in the air.

The dancer thrusts her knee upwards before spinning around at a 180 degree angle. Casey kicks her leg forward, nearly hitting the television. She turns around to face Peyton, who stares at her from the entrance of the kitchen as she munches on a Pop-Tart.

Peyton, looking at her like she's crazy, walks forward into the living room. Crumbs fall out of her mouth with each muffled word. "Umm, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Casey wipes at the sweat on her forehead before swinging her arm forward, missing the move. Her game score is surprisingly good, considering how awfully she is following the dancer's instruction.

"Looks like you're training to become the next Charlie's Angel." Peyton takes another bite from her Pop-Tart.

Laughing, Casey drops the remote to her side, as well as her attitude, and glances over at her sister. She taps a button on the controller with her finger, pausing the game. "Sorry."

"It's cool." Peyton smiles, jumping onto the couch as she kicks her feet up on the ottoman. Her Grumpy Cat pajamas lift up—her mismatched, neon striped socks capable of drawing more attention than a train wreck. "Hey, shouldn't you be at practice?"

"I'm not going."

"You didn't go yesterday either."

Casey rolls her eyes as she plops down on the couch next to Peyton, letting her arms fall limply to her sides. "And I'm not going tomorrow. Or the next day."

Concerned, Peyton sets her Pop-Tart down on the coffee table and turns to face Casey. "Okay. What happened?"

"Nothing." Casey, not the best actress, fakes a smirk.

Peyton props her elbow on the back of the couch and rests her head against her open palm, cocking an eyebrow as she stares her down.

"Just got into a bit of a... uhh... altercation." Casey shrugs as she reaches over to rip a small piece off of what was left of the Pop-Tart. "Not a big deal."

"Well, I'm sure the skank deserved it."

Casey gasps. "Hey, language!"

Peyton glances over to the side. "Sorry, geez. So what happened?"

"Don't worry 'bout it." Casey takes a bite of the Pop-Tart before getting back up. She walks back over to the television, grabbing the controller from on top the gaming console, and turns around to hand it to Peyton. "Up for a good butt-whoopin'?"

"Ohh." Peyton lets out an evil snicker. "Bring it, sister."

Casey clicks buttons on the controller, loading up the multiplayer on the game as she glances up at the screen.

The doorbell suddenly rings. A distorted, black shadow casts through the thick sheet of stained glass centered in the middle of the front door.

"I'll get it." She turns to Peyton, handing her the remote. "Go ahead and set up the game."

Peyton nods as Casey turns around and makes her way to the door. She grabs the door knob, pulling it open to find Riley standing on the porch. She pushes open the screen door and the two kiss at the doorway.

"Hey." She says, her lips still brushing against his. "What are you doing here?"

"Hey. Just thought I'd drop by and check up on my lovely girlfriend." He smiles as they pull apart. He reaches down to grab her hand and notices her bruised knuckles immediately. "What happened?"

She smiles, pulling her hand from his grip. "Nothing."

Riley gives an I-know-something-happened-but-I-won't-ask look. He grabs her hand again and lifts it up to his lips to gently kiss her knuckles.

Peyton pulls herself up from the couch and struts over to the gaming console. She turns it off as she sets both of their remotes back on top of it, figuring they have better things to do than play video games. Riley can't help but notice.

"Hey, so I was thinking why don't we go out today? Maybe laser tag or something?" His eyes gaze past Casey and to Peyton, watching as she dramatically throws herself back down on the couch and kicks her legs up on the arm of the sofa. "The three of us."

Casey glances back at her sister and smirks. "Sounds like a plan. Hey Peyton, get dressed!"

"Why?"

"Unless you want to play laser tag in your Grumpy Cat pajamas..."

"Laser tag?! Okay one sec!" Peyton excitedly jumps up from the couch and runs to the stairs. She halts, turning back to the front door. "And I know you're not talking, Kill Bill."

Casey glances down at her work-out attire, just now realizing the black and yellow colors clashing to resemble that of the badass femme fatale. She cocks her head, actually liking the look on her.

"I have something for you by the way."

She turns around to see him holding a long black case.

"What—" Before she can get another word out, he opens the case to reveal a silver necklace. The double sterling silver chains are held together with a radiant infinity symbol that hangs from the end of it. The necklace glistens in her eyes as she runs her finger across the infinity sign. "Wow. Riley, I can't take this. How much was it?"

"Don't worry about the price. It was worth it." His smile widens as she looks up to gaze into his eyes. He reaches in to slowly pull the chain from the plush lining at the bottom of the box, and he reaches over to set the empty box down on the wooden swing next to the door. "Here, let's see how it looks."

Casey turns her head and holds her hair up, feeling the chain gently run across her neck as he fastens the necklace around it. He straightens it, the infinity symbol dropping just above her chest. The necklace is stunning, yet completely clashes with her outfit.

"This moment. Us." He says softly, watching as she slowly turns back around. "We are infinite."

She glances down at the pendant, running her finger across it one more time, before looking back up at Riley. "It's beautiful."

"So are you."

The two lean in to kiss again, this time more passionate and intense than the one before. She runs her hands through his hair, pulling him closer when—

"Ahem!"

The two pull away, turning to see Peyton—now dressed—leaning against the bottom railing of the stairs. She peers down at her fingernails impatiently. "I would say get a room. But eww."

Riley turns back to Casey and the two burst out laughing.

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