"Can I have a bite?" She eyes the Pizza slice he is nibbling on. The cheese stretches from his mouth, like party streamers of future heart diseases...

"No." He snaps, eyes glued to the cricket match on TV.

"Puhlleeeezzeee? Just one teensy bite?" She leans forward, eyes glittering with spontaneous greed.

He pushes her away, twisting away from her, "Get your own slice. Fatty. You know, I don't share food!"

"Kanjoos." she mutters before flouncing away. When she returns with her own slice of heaven; he is sipping coke. Her blood boils.

"YOU COKE THIEF!" She yells, pointing at the can clutched in his hands.

"This is my Coke fatso. Calm the fuck down." His eyes growing wide at a catch-out happening on-screen.

"What're you talking about?! Your can is chilling in the fridge you ASS!" She snatches the offending item from his hands to point wildly at the lipstick stain over the aluminium cover. "SEE? SEE?"

The blood drains from his face as he stares horrified at his sister, before dropping his gaze to the incriminating stain of red on the silver rim.

"No." He gulps in denial, "NO!!"

Her anger rapidly turns to glee. "We shared a Coke! You have my germs now! WOOHOO! We can totes share food!" she informs him over sounds of his gagging. She follows him to the sink where he's pouring an anti-bacterial mouth-wash down his throat.

"We never speak of this again." He croaks hoarsely, "This never happened."

"Don't worry. I'm sure my throat inflammation isn't contagious..." 

Author's Note:

Word Count: 256

Inspired by my Germophobic brother. 

Obviously, Coca Cola's "Share a Coke" Campaign isn't working out for us.