(Y/N) (L/N) has been friends with the Russos for as long as she can remember. Max has been her best friend for just as long. Little does she know that they Russo family hides a secret, one that Max hasn't told her.
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(Your Outfit)
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(Y/N)'s POV
Spending the night with Max was always fun since our parents trusted us not to do anything romantic. We both cringed during that conversation since we saw each other as friends and nothing more. But on the plus side it meant we could have sleepovers whenever we wanted.
Max and I had finally finished what homework we had, after I helped him out a bit with it. We decided it was the perfect day to go out to the park, hang out, maybe play on the playground, and play soccer. Grabbing his soccer ball, we headed downstairs when we were stopped by Alex and some new guy.
"Hey Max, do you still remember me buddy?" The new guy asked Max.
Max thought about it then responded, "Of course I do."
"You do?" New guy asked.
"Yes, you're Uncle Ernesto," Max replied, "I have seen you in Mom's pictures."
We were just about to walk away when he stopped me, "(Y/N), do you remember me?"
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you're the Russos' Uncle Ernesto," I replied before turning and walking with Max out of the Sub Station and to the park.
"I thought your Uncle Ernesto would be taller," I said to Max.
Max shrugged, "I wouldn't know. Haven't seen him except in pictures. Race you to the park!"
He took off running as I followed, laughing.
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(Your Outfit)
"MAX! YOUR MOM IS REALLY MAD ABOUT THE ORANGE SODA!" I shouted as I came downstairs to the living room, only to be met by the Russos hugging Justin like he had just come back from somewhere.
"Oh, hey Justin," I said making my way over to the group.
"You can see me!" Justin exclaimed.
I nodded, "Yeah, of course, why-", I never got to finish that sentence as he pulled me into a bear hug.
"Oh I've never been more glad to know you (Y/N)!" Justin exclaimed.
Patting him on the back I nodded, "Um, glad to know you too?"
By then, Max and I were being hustled to his room for bed. I then asked, "Why did Justin hug me and ask if I could see him?"
"Dunno, maybe he and Alex had a fight or something?" Max replied.
"Probably, well good night Max," I said turning over to sleep when my hand felt something sticky and wet, "EW, YOUR ORANGE SODA!"
I threw a pillow at him and soon we were waging a pillow fight war until we tired ourselves out and crashed into a deep sleep, orange soda stain and weird sibling fights forgotten.
