The troubled twin

                                    

                                          
"Shi, I'm going out tonight. Will you cover for me?" You ask your twin. "Ooh, can I borrow your denim jacket?"
"Where are you going?" She asks from her bed. 
"To a party. Jack invited me. You wanna come?" You offer and riffle through her closet for her jacket. 
"No thanks." Shiloh passes and grabs her denim jacket from where it's hanging on the door. "Here." 
You slip your arms into the jacket and smile at your sister. "Thanks, Shi."
"You're welcome. Make sure you're safe, ok? And text me every hour, on the hour." She tells you. 
"I will. Oh, sneak me up some brownie?" You ask. 
"Sure. I'll keep the window open." Shiloh says and kisses your forehead. 
"Thanks, Lo. See you later." You grin before climbing out of the window.
"Be safe!" She calls after you before you disappear. 
"Kids! Dinner!" 
Shiloh makes her way down the stairs, greeting her Mom with a kiss on the cheek. 
"Hey, baby girl. Where's your sister?" Angelina asks. 
"She's not feeling well, she's got a fever so she's gone for a bath. She asked me to tell you that she isn't hungry and she just wants to be left alone." Shiloh lies for you. 
"Oh, ok. Well, I'll make her a hot water bottle and take it up to her." Angelina frowns concernedly. 
"No!" Shiloh yelps quickly. "Uh, I mean, she's hot! She's gone for a cool bath. She's fine, Mom." Shiloh assures. 
Angelina eyes her daughter wearily, glaring at her. Shiloh tries to keep her cool- she's never been a good liar. 
"Ok," Angelina gives in. "Sit down." 
Shiloh releases a deep breath and rushes to the table. 
As the family eat their dinner, Angelia keeps her motherly glare on her eldest biological daughter, waiting for her to crack. Shiloh just keeps her head down and stuffs her food into her mouth, sweating profusely. Angelina knows something is up, she's just waiting for her daughter to crack. Angelina isn't stupid- she was a teenager once, she went through her dark phase, she knows the lies told to be able to sneak out. 
"Mom's giving the Mom glare. Who's it toward?" Pax whispers. 
The kids look to their mother before following the glance to Shiloh who's mouth is completely full with food, her face tucked down so far that it's almost in her food. 
Shiloh whimpers, feeling her Moms glare on her. Her Mom is Angelina Jolie, one of the most intimidating women on the planet- you'd be scared as well. 
"I didn't do anything." Shiloh says through her mouthful. 
Angelina hardens her glare, sipping her wine without moving her gaze from her daughter. 
"What did you do?" Zahara asks her sister. 
"Nothing." Shiloh shakes her head.
"Mhm." Angelina hums, not believing her daughter for a second. "Well, I think I'll go check up on Y/N. Make sure she's alright."
Shilohs eyes widen as she stares at her Mom pleadingly. "B-But you don't wanna get ill, Mommy."
"Ok, fess up. What's going on, Shiloh?" Angelina asks sternly. "You only ever call me Mommy when you're feeling guilty or you're hiding something from me."
"I-I-I stole a 50 from your purse!" She blurts out. "And bought those boots you said I couldn't have."
"Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt!" Angelina scolds. "How could you disobey me like that?!"