Rosalie's Pov
I wake up to the sound of arguing. "Bryson wake up," I say and he groans.
"Kiss first." He says with a smirk that cheeky bastard. I lean down and try and give him a quick peek but he pulls me closer and deepens the kiss.
"Come on before your friends kill my friends," I say and he gets up and puts on his pants.
"Amelia, Becky, Autumn what's going on?" I ask when I get downstairs.
"She kissed Eric," Amelia says pointing at Becky.
"And?'" I question.
"She's a hoe and I don't want her kissing my brother," Amelia screams. Well then...
"Really Eric," Bryson said.
"Hey, Bryson where were you last night I checked all the guest rooms," Eric says taking the heat off him and everyone looks at Bryson.
"Oh I wasn't in the guest room," Bryson says and everyone looks at me.
"Then where was he," Amelia asks with that stupid smirk.
"He was in my room," I say lowly.
"Bitch what!" Autumn screams.
"Did you do the deed?" Sean said with that all-knowing smirk.
"We slept just like y'all don't make it weird," I say.
"Mhm yes just slept," Amelia says.
"Y'all leave my house," I say and they all whine and leave anyway.
"So you wanna watch tv?" I ask Amelia and Bryson who are still here.
"Sure." Bryson says and the same time Amelia says "No."
"Well what do you want to do Lia." I say.
"Are you and Bryson dating?" She asks bluntly.
"No we aren't," I say.
"Why not?" She asks.
"I don't know."
"You don't?" Bryson says and I suddenly remember he was here.
"I mean we act like a couple but we aren't," I say.
"Do you want us to be." He asks with an emotion I don't recognize. At some point Amelia walked off to the kitchen.
"No..Yes...Maybe I...What do you want." I say confused.
"I like you if I'm honest." He says and I smile.
"I like you a lot," I say.
"Then Rosalie Iris Harris will you go out with me tomorrow night?" Bryson asks in an old fashioned voice. I giggle and answer him with a yes.
"FINALLY." We turn around to see Amelia standing in the doorway.
*knock* *knock*
I hear someone at the door which is weird because I'm not expecting company. I walk to the door and open it.
"Ryan!" I scream and hug the guy I haven't seen in 3 years.
"Hey baby sis." He says and spins me around in a circle. I heard someone clear their throat and my brother puts me down and I look at Bryson.
"Ryan." He says with a glare that my brother returns.
"Ryder," Ryan says stoic I stand there confused.
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