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Epilogue

Song: I Will Survive // Gloria Gaynor

A very lighthearted, drama free, chapter to wrap this all up!

Enjoy!!

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6 MONTHS LATER

"Why did Dylan even invite you over?" Amber exclaimed, looking at Nick as if she was genuinely confused as to why his presence was required on a day like this.

"So I can help," He replied in a 'duh' tone. They were both making their way down the stairs and back to the two cars parked in front of the garage. Even though I was standing at the front door, watching as they carried the boxes from the car and to the house, I could hear everything they said.

My sister scoffed, "Dean's been a bigger help than you have," She commented causing him to gasp, clearly offended by her remark. He shoved her, and I watched in alarm as she lost her footing. Before she could trip down the last few steps, her boyfriend grasped her arm to steady her.

"Nick, I gave you one fucking instruction," I screamed from the front door. He snapped his head in my direction to listen to what I was saying, "Help Amber bring the boxes up, not fucking kill her."

He rolled his eyes before looking at my sister, who looked ready to kick him in the crotch, "When'd he get so dramatic?" Nick asked. Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly at the comment and pulled Amber so she was standing as far away from Nick as possible. The kid was smart, I'd give him that. He could sense my sister's ever-growing frustration and that only meant she'd get physical.

I slowly grew to accept the fact that my sister genuinely liked Dean, and that she enjoyed spending time with him just like I loved being around Rose. I requested that he join us for dinner about six months ago, and when I saw the way he treated my sister, I became less wary of their relationship. That didn't mean I stopped 'dropping by' her room whenever he was over.

And no, she never got to spend the night at his place.

Nick walked over to my car and picked up another box from the trunk. Amber stared at him in disbelief, "Why do you keep carrying the lighter boxes?" She questioned incredulously before pointing to his toned biceps. "You literally have more muscles than Dean and me combined, yet we're doing all the heavy lifting."

Dean ignored their bickering and picked up another box. I watched as he adjusted it in his arms so he could comfortably carry it up. I respected the fact that he hasn't been complaining about the heavy boxes, unlike my sister and Nick. He walked past them and started up the stairs.

"I don't want to overexert myself," He defended, clutching the open box filled with folded shirts closer to his chest.

"Nick, I swear to fuck, if you don't carry the heavier boxes, I will hurt you," She threatened him in in a low voice. Nick scoffed, not having been intimidated by her warning. Amber flattened her lips, relaxed her arms, and kicked him in the shin causing him to double over and drop the box right into her outstretched arms.

"Merci beaucoup," She chirped as she skipped up the stairs to catch up with her boyfriend. Nick whipped his head in my direction to give me a look that was a mix of pure pain and disbelief. I shrugged and mouthed 'you deserve it'. He flipped me off with narrowed eyes.

I felt two arms wrap around my waist. Rose buried her head in my back and I felt my stomach flip at having her this close to me. I wrapped my hand around her wrist and tugged on it making her spin around to face me. She gasped at the action before she laughed melodiously.