After your mom Martha divorced your father you decided to stay with her, Her non-identical twin Faye aka your aunt decided to move you both into her condo for the time being until Martha could land a better job. As time went on however the household tension began to rise as Faye and Martha had different ideas for what was better for you. And you knew sooner rather than later you would need to pick a side. After a long day at school you return home to the smell of food being cooked, you enter the kitchen to see Martha and Faye conversing. "Hello darling, how was school? Learn anything nice?" Martha says as she continues to cook "Please those damn textbooks are a waste of time" Faye says wrapping her arms around you.

Faye shrugs, moving away to grab a couple of plates while still keeping one arm around you. "Oh this? Just your favorite pasta with meat sauce." She beams proudly before turning her attention back to Martha "But I have something special planned for dessert tonight."

"Really? You should let him eat dinner first," Martha says as she continues to stir the pot on the stove. She leans in and gives you a gentle nudge with her elbow, "Now tell your aunt Faye here that you'd rather have the pasta I made first."

"There you go, just say it sweetie." Faye grins, digging her fingertips into your side playfully. "We can have dessert afterwards, I promise." Martha turns away from the stove to look at both of you. "And don't forget about your homework after dinner." She hands you a plate with a steaming portion of pasta and takes another one for herself, sitting down at the table.

"Oh really?" Faye teases as she guides you to sit on her lap, digging into the food on your plate. "You're such a little angel sometimes." She nibbles on her lower lip suggestively before taking another bite of pasta herself. "But don't think for one second that just because I fed you means you can get away with everything!"

Martha watches the pair of you from where she sits at the head of the table, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Don't listen to your Aunt Faye too much," she murmurs reassuringly, reaching over to ruffle your hair. "She's just trying to be funny."

Faye rolls her eyes, playfully pushing your shoulders as she says "Oh, you're impossible sometimes." But she gives in with a grin, deciding to appease your desire for agreement between them. "Well, at least we can agree that he needs his homework done before anything else," she chuckles. Martha nods in agreement, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly as she says, "Yes, Dan is our priority after all."

The rest of dinner passes with less arguing and more laughter. But the tension between them never fully dissipates; it lingers under the surface like a hidden current. You find yourself wishing that they could just get along better, and make decisions about your life without butting heads so much.

"Good boy," Faye praises as she watches you rinse off your plate. "And don't forget, I made sure there's extra dessert tonight just for you." She winks suggestively, her tone teasing. Martha sighs and rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile a bit at the affectionate banter between them. "Go on now," she says gently, gesturing for you to go and get your homework done. "We'll be right here if you need us."

As you leave the kitchen, both women stare after you thoughtfully. Martha's gaze softens as she takes in Faye's presence; it reminds her of how much fun they used to have when they were younger. "You know," she starts slowly, "Faye means well... She just has a different way of showing it sometimes."

"I know," Faye says with a nod. "But he does need some structure in his life, and I think I'm the best person to give that to him." Her chin tilts up defiantly as she meets Martha's gaze. "He needs someone who understands what it takes to be successful in this world, after all."

Martha sighs, looking down at her hands for a moment before speaking again. "I just want what's best for him too," she says quietly. "And sometimes I worry that maybe he'd be better off without...all of this." She gestures vaguely around the room, meaning everything from their ongoing arguments to the luxurious lifestyle Faye affords them.

Faye frowns at that comment, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. "He needs me," she insists. "Just as much as he needs you." She pauses

Faye frowns at that comment, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. "He needs me," she insists. "Just as much as he needs you." She pauses before adding more quietly, "Maybe even a little bit more." Her gaze shifts to the floor for a moment before returning to Martha's face. "I know I can be overbearing at times... but it's only because I care so much about what happens to him." Martha sighs heavily, looking at her sister with a mix of affection and frustration. "And I appreciate that," she says softly. "But sometimes..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought without arguing again. They sit in silence for a few moments, the tension palpable between them despite their attempts to pretend otherwise.

Finally, Martha decides to change the subject. "So," she says brightly, "how was work today?" She reaches out and clasp her hands together on the table, trying to create a calm atmosphere. Faye visibly relaxed slightly at the change of topic, her frown softening as she begins to chat with Martha about their day. Their conversation continues for several minutes before Dan Sigsworth returns with his homework in hand, looking curiously between his two caretakers.

"Yes dear?" they both respond simultaneously, turning their attention back to you with concerned looks in their eyes. Faye leans forward slightly, "Is everything alright sweetie? You seem a bit distant." Martha nods in agreement, gently stroking your arm. "Is there anything you want to talk about?"

Faye purses her lips thoughtfully before responding, "I understand how you feel, Dan. Change can be difficult to adjust to." She pauses for a moment, weighing her words carefully before continuing, "But I'm here because I love you too, just like your mother does. And I want what's best for you as well." Her expression turns soft and reassuring as she reaches out to place a hand on top of yours where it rests on the table. Martha nods in agreement, offering a small smile as she squeezes your shoulder gently. "I know this is hard for all of us," she says quietly. "But we're family, and we'll figure things out together." Her gaze flickers to Faye for a moment before returning to you, conveying an unspoken message that they will work things out without hurting you in the process.

Faye sighs softly before giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know it's not easy, sweetie. But we're here for you no matter what." She leans over, planting a kiss on the top of your head before pulling her hand back to rest on the table again. Martha mirrors this gesture, giving you a small peck on the cheek and then resuming her position at the head of the table. For now, they seem content to let their words speak for themselves as they continue eating in companionable silence, avoiding arguments about your upbringing or who's to blame for the tension between them. But you can tell there are still underlying currents flowing beneath the surface; it's only a matter of time before they begin to resurface again.