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Wedding Bells, Natasha Romanova

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Natasha Romanova

Sibling/Sibling Moment

11 Years Old

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MOH/BM: Maid of Honor/Bestman

Y/N: Your Name

N/N: Nickname

M/N: Middle Name

Y/F/N = Your Friends Name

Y/F/P: Your Favorite Place

Y/G: Your Gender

F/T/S: Favorite TV Show

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I've always been close to my older sister despite our age difference. Tasha's always been there for me. She's always included me in everything she does, she never forgets about me, and for a time, Tasha was my only friend. I love her tons. 

Yes, we argue and fight, but we can never stay mad at each other. We usually end up talking about the latest news on our favorite TV show, F/T/S. 

When I learned that Tasha was getting married, I got so excited. I love weddings. I love the themes that people come up with, the way the family all gathers together to see their loved ones come together in holy matrimony. I also love food. 

Tasha's been dating this guy, her boyfriend-fiance, Steve. I call him Stevie. He's a big goofball but he can be serious too. Tasha met him while she was at work. I still don't know what she does, but I know it's important. Tasha won't tell me for some odd reason. Anyways, Steve is one of the nicest dudes I've ever met. He always brings me something when he sees me, whether it's a notebook to write my story ideas in or a new pastry I've never tried before. 

I've gotten along with Steve since day one. Steve always comes around. He practically lives at the house. Mom and dad love him tons as if he were their own son. Steve's been to a bunch of our family trips. We usually go camping or drive for hours to visit family. 

I have never had a problem with Steve, and I probably never will. I mean, it's not like he's going to take Tasha and move away from me, right? 

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" Hey, kiddo. How ya doing today? " Steve asks while walking into the kitchen with a few bags in his hands. 

I smile. " Hi, Stevie. I'm fine. I'm trying to figure out what Pythagorean Theorem means. " I look back at my computer and type in the words. Math. Ugh. 

" Math, huh? " Steve asks while setting the bags down. 

" Yeah. " I sigh. " Math. " 

" Don't worry. You'll get the hang of it. " Steve tosses me a white bag. 

I grin. " Candy? Yes!!! I love these things!!! " I pull out a pack of Almond Rocas and a pack of Yorks Peppermint Patties. " You're the best, Steve! Come on! Let's go outside! " I gesture for him to follow me out to the treehouse Steve and my dad built for me and my little cousins who come over a lot.