Rosalie and Lance have been best friends since their early childhood year. They know each other better than anyone else and yet, that isn't going to stop them from falling in love without even noticing.
Offering Rosalie to go with him and his famil...
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Currently at a carnival, Lance and the rest of his siblings plus his cousins, except the younger ones, are walking through the booth and ride of the carnival, once again adults free for the night.
They decided not to split up, afraid to lose one another during the night. Although phones existed, it did not prevent Marco to get lost a couple of times before.
"So, I heard my cousin and you know each other since you two were kids?" Asks out of nowhere Victor, cutting without shame, Rachel.
"Hey, dumbass! I was talking," she grumbles.
Giving her a fake smile, he retorts, "And I'm sure whatever you were saying was fascinating, but why don't you go with people your age?"
"Why don't you? Last time I checked, you're three years older than me," she sasses back, crossing her arms.
"And last time I checked, I wasn't talking to you." the brunette snaps, an irritated look taking place on his features, making him intimidating.
Rosalie feels uncomfortable watching them argue. In other circumstances she wouldn't, after all, she has cousins and an older brother, so she knows what it is like to be arguing for mindful things. But the problem here is that she feels like the mindful thing they're arguing is because of her. Or her, about her, same thing, she just thinks it's her fault and feels slightly guilty about it.
"Whatever." Rachel finally capitulates, her tone bitter.
The teenager turns her heel, leaving them both. Rosalie wants to stop her, to say something but instead is cut off by Victor.
"Sorry about that," he says with an apologetic smile, "I promise we don't hate each other. Not most of the time at least" The brunette laugh softly, succeeding at making Rosalie laugh a bit.
"So... You and my cousin?" He asks again, walking by her side.
"Lance? We've been friends since forever. Our parents were friends before we were even born." Explains Rosalie, a small smile gracing her lips.
"Oh wow. He's basically like a brother to you, and you're like a sister to him?"
"Hum, not really..." she shyly responds, praying for the darkness to hide her embarrassment. Victor gives her a look of curiosity, waiting for her to continue. "I consider him my best friend, but not my brother. It's two different things to me, and I happen to just see him like that."
