OC x Axel Kovacevic-
Vanya Martin was a mystery. To most she was a troubled teen with a heart made of gold. To others, there was a side only the lucky ones were allowed to see.
No one saw the battles she fought everyday. However, no matter how dark...
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When I got back to the hotel that night, Tory and I didn't talk much. To be honest, we never really ever needed words to communicate, we understood each other even without them. I liked that about us. Neither one of us cried that night, I think we both didn't really know exactly what we were feeling, so in our minds we just felt numb.
I slept in her bed again, but unlike last night, we stayed at opposite sides of the bed. It was out of comfort for both of us, hopefully to help soothe the pain. While we laid together, I felt like a little girl again having a sleepover. I never had had an official sleepover before.
I had slept over at Tory's house plenty of times in the duration that I was not being shipped around everywhere or in between foster homes, but I never counted those. Maybe I should have though because even if we were family, cousins, we were also friends.
It reminded me of a show I used to watch when I was little. It was our favorite show, Liv and Maddie. "Sisters by chance, friends by choice." For us though, it was cousins by chance, friends by choice. She was my best friend, our bond stronger than anything else I knew. Even if I couldn't count on anything else in the world, I knew I could count on her. I could count on us. She was the one sure thing in my life. My best friend, my cousin, my twin flame.
In the morning, silence still filled the room, and neither one of us dared to disturb that silence. We packed our suitcases and went downstairs, waiting to go home. Tory looked horrible, very miserable as she sat on her suitcase. I sat next to her, on my own, my hand leaning on her shoulder and my thumbs running her arm in comfort as she stared at the bottle cap.
"Hey." Robby said, walking up to Tory. He gives me a look asking me for privacy. I raise my eyebrows , refusing to move. He begins to talk to her and she holds onto my wrist for comfort, her grip tightening slightly. I try to not to listen in, just drowning it all out. That's when I see Kwon approaching us.
"Not your team." He said, following by saying something in Korean. "It means.... How you say in American? Lucky bastard. What happened in match yesterday will never happen again." Kwon moved closer to Robby, threateningly, as he spoke.
