Me and My Sister (1)

The Shaking

This is another bunk bed story. It happened recently.
Phoebe wanted me to sleep with her, so we begged our parents and they finally relented. However, they said that this would be our last chance, because the past times we've tried it had failed miserably. They said they might let us do it more often if we proved ourselves.
So I gathered my stuff and got on Phoebe's bottom bunk. My dad said good night to us.
"Don't stay up and talk to each other, you understand?" he told us. "If I hear ONE noise, I am coming in here and separating you."
We said okay and he turned off the lights. I was uncomfortable in my position, so I shifted a LITTLE BIT. When I did that, I felt Phoebe shake the top bunk a lot. I still wasn't comfy, so I moved a TINY BIT. Phoebe shook the bed a lot again.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked her.
"You can't even go 20 seconds without shaking the bed, so I'm showing you how it feels!" she said. "On the top bunk, you can really feel shaking down below."
I scoffed. "You've obviously never been on the bottom bunk, then," I said.
For the next few minutes, Phoebe would occasionally whisper to me that "I couldn't go twenty seconds without shaking," or "I'm being really annoying," or something like that. Finally, I sat up, packed up my stuff, and left to go to my own bedroom. She asked where I was going, but I didn't answer.
I dropped off my stuff on my bed and went downstairs to tell my dad I was changing rooms. He groaned and I told him what happened. He was mad, but he didn't punish her at all.