It's Nothing

[Corey Spencer]

Despite being one of four siblings living under the same roof, Corey was surprisingly adept at keeping his privacy.  He was, by his very nature, a man of few words who rarely spent much time worrying about what others were doing or fluffing up his own accomplishments.  For the most part, he went about his days as one would expect of a former soldier.  He rose early, was off to the Academy where he would put in whatever set shift he was on call for and returned home to carry out the usual routine of working out, dinner and housework.  He was nothing if not predictable.

There had been the occasional oddity in his schedule as of late.  He'd usually afforded him one night where he would usually do something that might be mistaken for social interaction.  In recent weeks it seemed as though that singular night a week had stretched to two and even three separate evenings spent outside the house doing who knows what.  He didn't offer any information, nor was he the type to wish to be questioned.  It all made sense, even to the most dense of his siblings, what was happening when late one evening, a car pulled up in front of the Spencer's home being driven by a young, redheaded woman who was easily recognized as an English teacher at the Academy, and Corey got out.  After exchanging brief, yet overly polite goodbyes, Corey made his way up the walk toward the front door of the house.

The good thing about getting home so late was Corey could get to his room without anyone noticing.  He wasn't purposely keeping anything secret, he merely didn't enjoy talking about his personal life.  Naturally, his plan was foiled the moment he stepped foot into the house.  He issued a low sigh as he immediately caught sight of his baby sister sitting in one of the recliners in the living room staring at him like a parent who's child had come home passed curfew.  "Can I... help you with something?"  He asked, cautiously eyeing Jaylin.  He really didn't like the way she was looking at him.

[Jaylin Spencer]

Jaylin understood that people needed their privacy. She really did, she didn't want people her in personal life and while that was true. The prospect of one of her brothers seeing someone in way shape or form excited her more than anything. She had noticed her brother coming home late, her study schedule and tendency to binge late night reruns of whatever she hadn't been able to watch during the day had caused her to see and hear him coming in. She hadn't seen the need to say anything because of finals but now that the summer was in full swing she was curious.

Which was why she was dressed in her bathrobe, hair rollers and pink fuzzy slippers looking like she was waiting for her curfew missing delinquent to come home. The only thing that was missing was the theme song to old show. She hadn't lost the certain twang that people from Miami see to have. Nor did she lose the attitude or the mannerism, if anything it just increased over the years of her being away. She raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the free couch, across from the recliner. "Pop a Squat" She said, she really left no room for negotiation in her tone, no that it was happening.

"So, Is there anything you would like to tell me before we begin?" She said crossing her legs and folding her hands as she sat back in the recliner. Oh she was going to get the information out if. There were not going to sleep before she knew ALL the details.

[Corey Spencer]

'Pop a squat.'

That was certainly something Jaylin had to have picked up from their father. A look of utter confusion spread across Corey's face as he looked to his baby sister sitting there acting like an overprotective mother. She was seventeen for god sakes. What the hell did he possibly need to tell her and what made her think she had any right to ask? And why the hell was he complying anyway and moving to sit on the couch with a reluctant sigh?

"Nothing, Jaylin." He said sternly, turning his eyes to his sister. "I went out with a friend from the Academy. I'm allowed to have friends, right?" Corey was, at least it seemed, a touch on the defensive side. He wasn't used to being grilled over his personal relationships. This was mostly due to the simple fact that he'd rarely ever had much in terms of personal relationships beyond the companionship of his fellow soldiers. His was a life that spent far too much time in other countries or preparing to be in other countries. There hadn't been room for anything more than the occasional casual girlfriend now and again and event that had largely proven to be far more hassle than it was worth. It probably didn't help that he had just been seen getting out of a car driven by Jaylin's very pretty, and very available English teacher.

[Jaylin Spencer]

Jaylin sat on the recliner with a knowing smirk, legs crossed and arms folded. She obviously didn't need to question him before he cracked. It made her kind of sad that she didn't get to do the whole good cop bad cop thing. Considering there wasn't anybody else, there to play bad cop that wasn't such a bad idea. Thinking back to what he was saying, because she was very much squealing in her head. Thinking about how she was going to make sure her brother was way too busy to notice her personal life. She had been toning it down because she had three brothers to worry about, but she was counting that as one down and two to go.

"Oh no, you can have friends except, This friend happens to be my very pretty English teacher. I mean I can put two and two together Corey." She said with a very implied eyebrow waggle, the teenage girl in her was really happy about this and wanted to gossip and then the sister side of her wanted to make sure her brother wasn't getting in over his head. Which was why she was going to go about this the mature way and then she was going to play cupid and giggle. Maybe the english teacher had some hot friends she could introduce to to Morgan and Jamie.

"Okay Spill, have you taken her on a date yet? If so where did you take her?" She said relaxing her her shoulders and waiting for her brother to start talking. After all they both knew she was going to find out one way or another. Even if she had to go down to the school and find out for herself. She'd rather not considering it was summer and she wanted to relax.

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[Corey Spencer]

"There's nothing to put together." Corey replied without missing a beat. Although he didn't take kindly to being interrogated in such a manner, he figured there was little he could actually do to stave off his baby sister's curiosity. He'd heard from his brother she was incorrigible and she was quickly living up to that reputation. "Miss Connelly and I are friends." He insisted, choosing to use Bell's more formal title in order to keep things as professional as possible. "Nothing more." Though only a fool wouldn't see the faint hint of a smile that slipped through Corey's stoic demeanor when he spoke the name.

"We've gone out a few times." Corey would freely admit that. He wasn't one who took kindly to free time and, now that he was free from the strict lifestyle of a soldier, Corey had made no small effort to integrate himself back into civilian life. Most prominently by attempting to forge connections with those he worked with. "But they were not dates." The addition came with a stern insistence as Corey eyed Jaylin. "Two adults can have a couple drinks after work and not have it be a date."