Our eyes stayed locked on each other, neither one of us blinking. Quickly, she blew into my face, causing me to blink.
"Hey, that's cheating!" Nancy threw her head back in laughter.
"How else can I win? Your stone cold eyes make me blink."
"We have the same eyes." I pointed out to her. She poked my nose.
"Aware." She smiled and left the room. The front door flung opened and slowly closed.
"Girls?" Our mother called out. She was holding two arms full of groceries. "Can you please help?" I jotted to grab one bag, Nancy once in the room, grabbed the other. "Thank you." Our mom heaved a sigh of relief. We started to unload the bags of stuff.
"Why did you by liver?" I asked as I pulled out the bag of slimy meat.
"We're having that for dinner one night." Nancy and I glanced at each other, wrinkling our noses in disgust. "Saw that." We both giggled.

Even though Nancy and I looked worlds apart, we had similar personalities and mannerisms. That seemed to be the only sign of us being sisters, that and our eyes. Our pale, pale blue eyes.

"Girls, can you please change." My mother leaned on the counter looking at our Saturday outfits, our pajamas. "It's past noon, you both have been up for hours."
"Have not!" I protested.
"I heard you two giggling this morning at 9, nice try Krystal." Nancy laughed.
"Worth a shot." I smiled and bumped her playfully.
"You're grandparents are coming over for dinner, no makeup Nancy, you know-"
"I know, mom. I know."

We unpacked the rest of the groceries and went to Nancy's room first. We picked out her outfit, even though it was just family we both wants to look cute. We're girl, looks are everything. Because Nancy had our grandmother's and father's hair, hers was tight curls and bleach blond. Our grandmother hated it when she did anything but highlight her curls. She lost her mind the day she saw Nancy with straight hair. I thought she was going to have a heart attach. I, took after our mother. Long, jet black hair and not a single wave insight. My hair was too heavy to even thing about having a curl.

Nancy let me do her hair. Well, I begged she let me do her hair because that meant she'd do mine. She let me do her hair sometimes, it was harder when it was curly. You can't just brush it. I ended up braiding to pieces at the side and pulling them back, it almost looked like a braid crown on her curls. She did a Dutch braid in my hair. I have never good at braiding my own hair, but I was learning.

"Girl, please take down the fort as well before they get here!" Our mom called to use. I sighed. We had a sleepover last night in the living room under the blanket fort we built. We spent the night watching movies and eating junk food. This morning we told stories that made us laugh so hard we almost peed ourselves.
"You knew it was coming." I nodded.
"I know, I just enjoyed it and I don't want it to go away." Nancy smiled.
"Just because something goes away, doesn't mean that it's gone. The memory still stands Kris." I nodded. Nancy sometimes called me Kris, she was the only one. It made me feel special, it made her special. More special to me than she already was.

Krystal day up straight in her bed, her chest heaving up and down. She swallows the lump in her throat. She dreamt of Nancy sometimes, but never often.
"Nancy, I miss you." She whispered as tears rolled down her checks. She pushed the comforter back and got out of bed. The clock on the wall read 2:53 AM. Krystal crept from her room to the room next to hers, the room that used to be Nancy's. Quickly she slipped in.

Less than a year after Nancy passed her parents had cleared the room. Krystal kicked and screamed the entire time. The only thing that remind in the room now was Nancy's favorite nightlight and the blanket fort Krystal built after the room was cleared. The walls were still lavender, the color Nancy wanted. The ceiling fan wasn't on, and only collects dust. The room was stuffy. It felt like it had been abandoned years ago, which it had been.

Krystal flicked on the nightlight and crawled in the fort. Inside was a pillow, a spare blanket and Nancy's teddy bear Steve. Krystal never knew why she names him Steve, but she did and refused to rename him.
"Hi Steve." She grabbed the bear and curled up on the floor. When she closed her eyes she could almost still hear Nancy laughing from that night. That was their last sleepover.

If I would have known that was the last one, I would have never left that fort. I miss you so much Nancy.

Eventually, Krystal fell back asleep, Steve in her arm and Nancy's favorite blanket draped over her.