“You’re pushing it, Michael,” Naomi said when she discovered her brother was once again sneaking into the bedroom via the window, “if mom and dad know you’ve been sneaking off again, you will probably never see the light again and I….”

Michael smiled, “Not if someone (i.e. you),” he pointed at Naomi, “don’t got tipping mom and dad off about my secret rendezvous. Don’t you feel people are much happier when they’re clueless?””

Naomi let out a dry laugh, “Ha, like I have to go and tip off mom and dad about things as trivial as you sneaking out to see your girlfriend. They already know and besides, I have my own freedom to protect, no way am I going to let you ruin my chances of getting to sneak out, too.”

Suddenly, the light in the room came on, causing both of them to jump, their mother was standing at the door, “I don’t need no ‘tip-off’ to know you have been sneaking out, Michael, I am your mother and I know everything about what goes on under my roof.”

Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Tip”.