𝑨 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬 ✓ 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝟑. 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞

The four of us walk out of the house, towards the cars parked outside. "We can take my truck?" Luca suggests, pointing at the black Jeep he owns. It's a gorgeous car, I'm glad we're taking that with us tomorrow. We all agree, and walk over to the car. "When are we taking yours for once? I wanna be in it so bad" I say, looking at Ransom after getting in the back seat with him. "We can go uh, maybe never? Or wait, no, maybe we could do, in a thousand years? A million, maybe? Yes, in a million years, you can step in my car" he replies, sarcastically smiling at me as I roll my eyes. He has a beautiful car, one of those older ones. A BMW Beemer, I think. Light blue, and absolutely gorgeous. "Sitting in the back with you is always an impossible mission. Get it? Get it?" I ask, not being able to keep the giggle inside as he just stares at me. "Or, and hear me out here... You just shut your pie hole and let us enjoy peace! How does that sound?" he asks in reply, so I just drop my smile. "What does Mission: Impossible's Tom Cruise give out when he fucks up?" Luca suddenly asks, making us all look at him. "No one?" he asks again, looking at us through the interior mirror of his car while he drives us to the restaurant.

"Excruises" Luca chuckles, shaking his head. Sarah and I start to laugh too, but Ransom doesn't even slightly change his face. "It was silly of Tom Cruise to put his best pistol on the highest shelf... He's too short to reach the Top Gun" Sarah starts, making me laugh again as my brother laughs with me and Ransom just sighs. While the three of us laugh about it for a while longer and Ransom keeps shaking his head worth eye-rolls towards me every few seconds, we get to the parking lot next to the restaurant. Luca is looking around for a spot on the busy square, but it's kind of a challenge at this time. I slightly look at Ransom, and a grin starts to appear on my face. "One man has one chance to do the impossible." I say, in a deeper voice than normally to quote Mission: Impossible's tag line. To everyone's surprise, the first person I can hear making a sound, is Ransom. He's chuckling, loudly, while shaking his head and trying to look away. This only makes the three of us laugh even harder than before. "I got you!" I happily let out, gently bumping my shoulder into Ransom's before he looks at me with a smile. "I hate to admit it, but that was the best one yet" he sighs, slowly nodding his head as if it's really that hard to admit it.

Once the car is finally parked and we all got out of there safely, we get lead to our table at the restaurant. The four of us all choose our own dish, have a few drinks too and then leave the restaurant to go see the movie. Ransom obviously kept taking food of my plate, he liked my dish better, as always. "What do you guys want? Drink, snacks?" Luca asks, walking around in the shop after we showed our tickets to the kind lady working here. "I'll take a cherry coke" I reply, taking one from the cooled section and giving one to Sarah too, knowing she always takes the same. "Disgusting, that's way too sweet" Ransom says, obviously not being able to fight the urge to make a comment as he grabs a bottle of beer for himself. "For you, maybe. Cherry coke is delicious" I sigh in reply, glaring at him a little bit. "I'll stick to beers, thank you" he replies, sarcastically smiling at me. "Yeah, you do that. Let the alcohol soften the agony of being... You" I add, smiling back at him the same way. "Ha, ha, ha. Very, very funny as always, Amelia-Rose" Ransom sighs, until he walks away from me.

"You really just keep on hating each other, huh? Is it still because he almost drowned you in the pool when you were eleven years old?" Sarah asks me, wrapping her arm around mine while we make our way to the checkout with some popcorn. "It used to be, till I was like thirteen years old. But over the years, I found out he's actually really an asshole all the time. But no, it's not about the drowning incident anymore. He's just... He's arrogant, and he's rude, and he has an annoying face" I explain, lifting my shoulders for a moment. Ah yes, the frowning incident. I was eleven years old when he jumped into the pool, right on top of me. He kept me under with his body for so long that I almost drowned, but my brother pulled me up right on time. I used to hate Ransom for it, for almost 'killing me' like I used to say, but once I was over that, I started to see he was actually a bitch. Mean, spoiled, judgemental Ransom Drysdale. I was glad I hated him. After we paid for our drinks and snacks, we went up the stairs to find the right number.

During the movie, Ransom keeps grabbing the popcorn Sarah and I got. I keep slapping his hand off, but every time I do that, he throws the popcorn to my face. "You should've gotten your own popcorn if you want it so bad" I whisper, slapping his hands away once again. "Can't you share, child?" he asks me, whispering as well since we're at the movie theater. "I can, just not with you" I whisper yet again, frowning at him to which he just rolls his eyes. A few minutes later, suddenly, Ransom leans over to me again. "Sharing is really an impossible mission, huh?" he whispers, backing off a little bit afterwards. I look uo at him, see that he's smiling and can't help but smile a bit too. I jokingly slap his arm, shake my head with that same smile on my face and turn back to watch the movie again. "Thank you again, for letting me stay here for a while. I really appreciate it" I say, taking my coat off inside the house once we're back again. Luca and Sarah smile at me and tell me I am forever welcome in their house, but Ransom, he frowns. "You're staying here?" he asks, grabbing his car keys from the table he left them on this afternoon.

"Till I find a place of my own" I reply because I have to, not because I want to. "Right, you're giving Jack the house? Why? Didn't you buy it and decorate it? I remember what a monstrous mood you were in during the months you decorated that place" Ransom adds while Sarah and Luca grab a drink in the kitchen, causing me to sigh loudly. "You just had to mention that, didn't you?" I ask, sarcastically smiling at him. "You know it, Goldie" he states, winking at me. Disgusting, really. "Fuck off" I say, dropping that smile instantly. "Is that all you got?" he asks me, taking a step closer. "I could punch you in the face but I doubt you'd want that" I add, raising an eyebrow as he gets even closer. "If it really makes you feel better, you can slap me. Lightly" he silently says, moving his fave closer and closer to mine with every second that passes. For a moment, it's like we're the only ones iny he world. Time is moving slowly, everything except for his face is blurry, every sound except for his voice is silent. Until I snap back to reality. I lift my hand up, keep staring into his eyes and slap the back of his head.

"Ouch. I deserved it. But ouch" he mumbles, backing off and taking a step back right before Sarah and Luca walk back to us. "Are you staying for a drink, Ransom?" Luca asks, putting a beer on the table like he already knows Ransom will be staying. "Yeah, yeah sure" he replies, nodding his head. He looks at me once more, for about a second or two, with some sort of look in his eyes, and walks over to Luca to go sit down on the couch. While the boys are chatting about the movie once more, Sarah hands over a glass of my favorite white wine and takes me to the couch as well. The rest of the night is filled with smiles and laughs, as well as funny stories about when we were younger. "Alright, I'm gonna go to bed. Good night guys, thanks for a fun night" Sarah tells after a while, getting up to hug us before walking up the stairs. "I better get going, before I drink too many beers to drive" Ransom sighs, putting his hands on his knees. "Wait, wait. I wanted to talk to you two" Luca quickly says. Ransom and I both look at him, he seems a bit nervous as he talks silently and looks at the stairs, as if he doesn't want Sarah to hear.