A/N: Oh, William...

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It took exactly one hour and thirteen minutes for me to fall in love with Liam's little sister, Rosie. From the get-go, I thought their relationship was utterly adorable. She had a billion and one nicknames for Liam; the ones I heard the most were 'big guy' and the popular one, 'grey'. Luciano, too, had nicknames for her. I often heard him calling her 'Rose', 'Sweetheart', 'Love,' and the one that made my heart melt into my shoes, 'Baby Girl'.

Two days had passed since Liam and I's field trip to L.A.X; and I was certainly glad we all had down time to spend on the Luciano estate. Michael Luciano was often gone before anyone woke up, Melanie seemed to shop every day, all day; Liam, all though he had a few off days, was gone most days to Tanner Corps L.A. office building. Rosie managed to keep busy with personal tennis lessons; her teacher, whom I came to learn was a family friend, picked her up every morning around 11 o'clock. She wouldn't get home till nearly 3. And William seemingly managed to keep himself busy inside and outside of the house; on certain occasions he would be picked up by friends.

Even though it had only been 48 hours, I was beginning to fit in more and more each and every day. My daily routine - with all the parents gone - was to simply sit with Rosie during her breakfast and talk. I would assist her in getting dressed in her polka-dotted navy blue and white skirt, with a white polo before sitting her down and braiding her hair in a French braid.

Today, on a Sunday, was one of those days where everyone was out the house by 11. Everyone except William and I. The day started off like any day during the week, I prepped Rosie for her lessons and sent her skipping away in a sleek, black limo before re-entering the house.

William stood at the bottom of the steps, his hair disheveled and eyes half open. The basketball shorts, that I could only assume he used as pajamas, hung a tad too low - showing off the hem of his red Calvin Klein boxers. He had no shirt on to accompany his shorts; so I just blatantly stared, occasionally blinking.

He was no slouch to say the least. His six pack was nowhere near as defined as I remember Luciano's being, but he wasn't too far away from that goal. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular.

I gulped.

"Morning," In between his greeting, William let out a small yawn. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, before pushing his hand farther up his head and brushing the strands of hair that had fallen across his forehead, out his eye. His mouth smacked together quietly as he tried to wake himself fully up.

"Uh," words, Faith! Words! "Good morning," I breathed; I lifted my hand and waved slightly. Oh Jesus, how awkward. Yet, I think I was saved. William could barely keep his eyes open, making me giggle. The closer I got to him, the hotter the house seemed to get. Lord help us; more specifically, help me.

When I got closer to Will, I could've sworn his eyes had fluttered closed; and he was now standing and sleeping - that required a special sort of talent not many of us had. "Will?" I called out; I waved a hand in front of his face, before tapping him on the shoulder gently.

Nothing. But. Muscle.

His bloodshot blue eyes shot open and I nearly stumbled back. I grabbed at my chest, laughing. "Someone had a wild night last night."

Around eight p.m. last night William had left the house; Liam had hinted that he was probably going to a party a couple houses down, it only made sense. I wasn't sure when he got home last night, but I could tell it was definitely in the wee hours of the morning.

"Ye-" He let out another yawn, before stretching slightly and sighing, "-ah." I raised my eyebrows at him, certain that he was just ready to pass out on the hardwood floor. I didn't want to see him like that; considering if he got down there, there was no way I could pick him up.

"William?" I nudged him again, grabbing his forearm as I did so. It wasn't until I got right by his side that I noticed the bags under his eyes; and it wasn't until he yawned again that I smelled the alcohol on his morning breath. He was most definitely hungover.

Nope; my plan for this glorious Sunday definitely hadn't involved a gorgeous looking, sleepy headed hung over grown ass man, but hey; I just go with the flow.

He was awake just enough that he could at least put one foot in front of the other. I wrapped his arm around my shoulders, supporting him just barely, before making our way up the steps. I walked past Liam's vacant bedroom and into - what I learned - was Will's room.

From the first time I had walked in here, I had loved this room. The themed colors of his room were simple - white and black. His walls were white, but his furniture, bed duvet, pillows, and doors were all black. His room was still dark, the shades all drawn as I assisted William back to his bed.

He fell; face forward into his pillows with a thud; and it took all of his energy to roll the rest of his body onto the bed. I giggled softly, covering my mouth with my hand so I didn't wake or disturb him. But, now what?

I'd never dealt with anyone hungover before, let alone drunk period. Shoot, I'd never been drunk or hungover, so how would I know what to do?

Orange Juice!

I had seen enough movies and read enough books to know that hungover people did enjoy their orange juice - but some enjoyed coffee. Oh gosh William, which one are you?

I heard a scuffling come from the bed as I looked up, my attention leaving the floor. I had been hoping and secretly praying that the floor would open up and give me the answer to my question. Something told me that wasn't happening today; or ever.

Will was now lying on his back; and as I inched towards his bed and peered closer, I realized his eyes were still closed. Oh thank God.

But it wasn't until that very moment that I was able to go stalker mode and analyze his face. He was freshly shaven, not a facial hair out of place. He had eyelashes that would make a girl jealous; and flawless skin - no bumps, pimples, or random scuff marks anywhere. Wow.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer." His voice was a scary kind of deep, yet husky. Will's jaw clenched as he swallowed and opened his eyes. I'd never seen them so blue before - or maybe it was because I hadn't taken the time to actually look.

I smiled sheepishly at him, "Hi." He seemed to laugh at my reaction, his chest and stomach moving - I made sure to get in another look before he rolled over and screamed into the pillow. It was in the process of his roll; when he stopped, his knees hugging his chest and his ass just barely in the air. I saw the muscles in his arm flex as he grabbed the pillow, stuffing it in his face and yelling - what I had to assume - were profanities in it.

But it wasn't his screaming that made me stare; no, no, no ladies. It was the position he was in. Yes, I might be a virgin; and yes, it might be true that I never had a man touch me in any type of sexual way possible, but that didn't mean my imagination was dead. No, nope; it was certainly alive and well - and currently, it was hyperventilating.

"It's hot in here," I muttered. My mind was telling me to go open a window and pull a shade up; but my legs, knees, and most importantly my feet were not cooperating.

My mind kept reiterating the same two words over and over again: back muscles. And by golly did William have them - blessed and kissed by God, yes ma'am.

I heard William groan as he let his stomach hit the mattress, his face now facing mine as he mumbled, "Can you open a window?" If it wasn't for his instructions, I would still be standing there, gaping at the only thing mother nature blessed us with: men. I did as I was told, along with pulling aside a few drapes for sunlight to come in. "Thank you."

"Do you need anything?" I made my way back over to the bed, speaking softly. One thing I did know about hangovers, was the headache - so speaking softly was one thing I knew I needed to do. William lifted his head off the pillow and opened his eyes. He smiled softly.

"Coffee would be nice; where's Sebastian?"

I shrugged, "I believe Liam gave them the weekend off; so it's just you and me." William seemed to grunt in response as I stood up and made my way towards the door.

"Oh, wait," His words were slow and still a little bit slurred, but I assumed that was only because he was still 75% asleep. "Can you grab me a cinnamon roll?" I was positive his eyes were closed when I nodded, but he replied anything, "Thanks Faith, I owe you one." He plopped his head back down in his pillow as I left the room.

I came back ten to fifteen minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee, a box of cinnamon rolls, and a cool glass of orange juice. If Will didn't drink it, I would surely oblige.

When I walked back into the room, his bed had been made and he looked a lot fresher. I could only assume he freshened up while I was downstairs.

William sat on his bed, his back pressed up against his pillows, his hands fiddling with his iPhone. His eyes were still squinted, the light possibly irritating them. That's when I spoke up. "Here you go," I smiled softly as I rested the tray on his nightstand, feeling confident in my easily made breakfast/hangover cure. He politely put the phone away as he looked up at me and smiled.

"I hope you know you're wifey material," He joked, laughing. I watched him pick up the tray and rest it on his bed, before he too, sat cross legged. William pointed towards the empty spot on his bed and nodded. "Join me, M'lady."

Now, who was I to turn down free cinnamon rolls?

Will had handed me the orange juice and split all the warm cinnamon rolls with me. I stared at the frosting that was dripping from the side and sighed.

One thing I definitely didn't like was getting my hands messy while I ate with others. Will seemed to notice my hesitation and laughed. "Faith, you aren't eating a five course meal. Just-" He handled one of the bite sized cinnamon rolls carefully, before popping it into his mouth, "-do that." I watched him lick the sweet frosting from his finger tips and moan. "Cinnamon rolls are like orgasms in your mouth."

Least to say, it had just started, but I already knew this was the best time I had, had since this whole mess started. We talked about everything; from pervious crushes to hobbies.

"Once, in high school, I loved this girl named Wendy; so my friends dared me to go up to her and use some type of pick up line. So I went up to her, thinking I was cute and everything and I'm like, 'Hay giiiiirl, are you Cinderella? Cause I see that dress disappearing at midnight.'"

William and I both burst out in laughter; when I regained control of myself, I smiled. "Why would you do that? You're. . .good looking," I admitted, "I don't think you needed to spew off a stupid pick up line to get her attention."

"You're right," William took another swig of his coffee before resting it in his lap. "She never talked to me again. But, that might be a good thing," He shrugged, "I ended up dating this girl named Porscha."

"Like the car?"

Will just laughed, "Kind of."

We returned to eating our cooling cinnamon rolls. At the same time, we both looked up; William spoke first. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I've been asked this question more in the past week than in 7 years.

"No," I smiled painfully, before looking down at the duvet. Whenever this subject came up, I always had to be reminded of everything I hadn't done. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

William shrugged. "I'm not the best with relationships," He said truthfully, "I just. . .mess around from time to time."

"Mess around?"

"One night stands," If looking away was his way of telling me he didn't want to continue on this topic, I went with him. Pushing for answers was never the way, trust me, I tried with Liam.

I was just about to speak up, doing William a favor and changing the subject when the shrill of his phone cut me off. Will's blue eyes peered down at me, apologetically as he smiled and checked his caller I.D. I couldn't read his expression as he glanced back at me, his finger hovering over the 'accept' button. "Thanks for the breakfast Faith; you mind if I take this?"

"No problem," I smiled softly as I slipped off the bed, taking the tray with me. I had already began to make my way towards the door when I heard William shout out after me.

"Faith; meet me outside at 2:30; wear something comfortable."

At first I wasn't going to respond, but something in my mind kicked in and I did. Will's eyes met mine as I giggled. "Make sure you wear a shirt this time, yeah?"

"I can't promise that."

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2:20 came in a matter of seconds, I swear.

I had come downstairs to try and salvage something for lunch around one in the afternoon, but William shooed me out. No matter how many times I uttered the words, "I'm hungry!" William returned my cries with a strict, "I don't care!" He said it more playfully - and when he told me leave, I folded my arms across my chest and attempted to stand my ground.

I was doing fairly well if I say so myself until William closed the distance between us; pinning be in between the island in the kitchen and his waist. His arms grasped at the marble I was pressed against, and my gaze fell upon his pout, then his blue eyes, and finally his pout again. It also didn't help the fact that he had taken a shower and his hair was still wet; if he didn't have a shirt on, I might've fainted on the kitchen floor. With a huff and a quick, attitude like 'fine', I marched out the kitchen.

Whatever William had planned better be pretty frickin good because me, starving, is not an option.

So I came upstairs upon my defeat and took a long, incredibly satisfying shower; it was the kind of shower you wanted to stay in the rest of your life, but then when you looked down at your wrinkling finger tips, you scramble out. I dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and now I found myself standing in my bedroom, a white towel wrapped around my body.

I was conflicted.

What is a boys definition of comfortable?

Comfortable, as a girl, can mean a variety of different things. 'Comfortable' is sweats, a baggy shirt, and a pair of flip flops - no makeup whatsoever. 'Comfortable' could also be jeans, vans, and a fitted top. Or, it could also be a light, summer dress.

At 2:25, I finally chose the white summer dress that lay perfectly on my bed. I quickly threw on a pair of underwear - thank you, Victoria Secret. I let my wet hair down, only to dry, before running over to the vanity and surveying the perfumes, lotions, and jewelry that was available to me.

I finally chose the Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume and a cute anklet. I grabbed a pair of matching white flip flops, straightened out my dress and headed towards the door; I stopped, however, when I passed by my full length mirror and sighed, finally coming to an epiphany.

Who the hell am I getting dressed up for?

It was just William; a friendly outing.

Back me up on this; I'm right. Right?

I turned off as many lights as I could as I landed on the first floor landing and sighed. I walked towards the front door and swung it open; my eyes landing on the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

A Lamborghini Aventador sat parked, looking as pretty as ever in the sunlight. The exterior was practically all white, despite the black rims and tinted windows.

I knew I made the right choice in my outfit when I saw William was leaning up against the hood of the car. He supported a pair of faded jeans, a white, button up shirt, and a pair of all white converses.

He greeted me with a warm smile as I walked down the steps, my feet landing on the cobblestone driveway. "You look nice," He said. My face flushed as he held the car door open. I hesitated as I stared at the leather interior. "What?" He noticed my hesitation, chuckling just a little. "Try not to mess up anything; if you do, you'll have to face the wrath of Liam."

"This is his car?"

"Every car is his car," Was all William replied as I plopped down in the expensive seat and closed the door. He joined me in the passenger side, before quickly turning the key and starting the engine.

We drove for 10 or 15 minutes before pulling into a quiet, isolated park area. Trees aligned the open area beautifully; beautiful pink, yellow, and purple flowers were planted around trees, sprucing them up a bit.

I exited the car with William; but I managed to close the door much more gentle than he had. I watched him reach into the back of the seat and pull out a typical picnic basket. He tossed me a red and white checkered blanket, smiling widely. "I hope you're hungry."

"I am; your horrible little ass didn't let me eat."

"Well you wouldn't have wanted to eat if you already had!" He groaned in defense. I laughed.

"I'm kidding," I bumped him playfully in the arm as we walked side-by-side, deeper into the park. "Who knew you were so thoughtful."

"I told you I owed you," He smiled.

It only took a couple of minutes to find the ideal place. It was a cute little opening with a lot of shade and a small, well-kept pond. I laid down the blanket to the best of my ability and sat down. William followed suit, but he laid down, stretched out more comfortably than me.

"I hope you like turkey sandwiches."

I watched William take our six sandwiches and resting them off to the side, next came grapes, capri-suns, and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

"You made these?" I held the soft cookies in my hand, angling them up towards the sun. They were actually soft; and not hard, like hockey pucks.

"Well no," He admitted honestly. The sun casted a soft glow on his face as he smiled up at me, while unraveling his sandwich. "If I had, I'm pretty sure I would've burned the entire house down." I giggled as he handed me a sandwich, before taking his own and opening it. "Cheers?"

"With sandwiches?"

"You can toast with anything."

I rolled my eyes as we 'clinked' sandwiches and shoved the sandwich oh-so delicately into my mouth. Not the whole thing people, I am trying to remember my manners.

The turkey, lettuce, tomato, cheese, and mayo combination was sheer perfection. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I fell back against the blanket, chewing thoughtfully. I kept my eyes closed, feeling the rays of sun hitting my face. "These are amazing!" I groaned. I opened my eyes, smiling at William. "These are really, really good."

Will chewed slowly, before turning to me and smiling. "You should try my cereal." A loud laugh slipped past my lips as Will met my gaze, smiling softly.

"You're weird."

"I know."

Silence engulfed us as we finished our remaining sandwiches with satisfied sighs. William broke the silence by sitting up and turning to me, his hand already halfway into the picnic basket. "You thirsty?" I was only able to get out a nod when my busted up cell-phone started ringing.

I didn't even bother to glance at the caller I.D. as I answered. My nervousness and curiosity subsided when a small, high pitched voice greeted me. "Miss Faith! Hi!" Liam's little sister giggled, and I heard Luciano's much deeper voice in the background.

"Tell her who it is, Sweetheart."

"-Oh. It's me! Rosie!"

I found myself smiling into the phone as I sat up, crossing my legs. Will placed a capri-sun at my feet and smiled.

#Goals.

I rolled my eyes at him as Rosie's voice came through the phone again. "Miss Faith! Liam and I-" Her sentence was cut short as I heard some fumbling around on her end; then a muffled voice spoke.

"Not me, just you!" It was Liam, whispering harshly at Rosie's simple mistake. I giggled and waited for the girl to come back on the phone.

"Well, I - " I could totally picture Rosie glaring at Liam as she spoke, " - wanted to know if you wanted to join Liam and I's date night tonight! We do it every Sunday night whenever he's around."

"What does this date night consist of?"

"It's a surprise!" She whined, "But there will be pizza."

"I'm there." I didn't need another reason. If pizza was there, so was I. "Tell your brother I'll be joining you two tonight."

"It's in the basement at 8:30! Don't be late!" Rosie's voice faded from the speaker of the phone. I was expecting Liam to speak up, but my phone went eerily quiet. Pulling the phone from my ear, I checked the cracked screen.

Call Ended: Dick (Liam Luciano) - 4:34.

I should probably change his caller I.D.

"Who was that?"

I glanced up at William, who had a straw in between his teeth. He looked like a six year old in the moment, his boyish grin only making his look younger.

I opened my own capri-sun, the cool drink quenching my thirst as I replied, "It was Liam-'' He eyebrows rose at his best friends name, "Well, more like Rosie; she called me." William spoke up, but he seemingly managed to ignore the last part of my statement.

"What's happening with you and Liam?"

The question caught me off guard. There was nothing happening; there never will be anything happen. "What do you mean?"

"You guys seem to be getting along," If Will was trying to hint at any attraction between Luciano and I, he was doing a God-awful job.

"We're attempting to co-exist in the same area code, yes," I stated truthfully. "Besides," I added unnecessarily, "Nothing could happen, he dated my sister." That was when I received a full blown reaction from William. His crystal blue eyes rolled into the back of his head, an annoyed like groan slipping out his mouth.

"You make that sound like a barrier."

"It is."

"Not in my opinion," He shot back. "Hear me out, Faith. Hypothetically speaking, if Liam and you shared any other emotion besides hatred, you shouldn't let him, dating Ellie, stop you. I mean really," Will shrugged, "Being completely honest and brutal, you don't know her," He held up one finger, "She's been dead for seven years," Another finger, "What you're basically saying is, that if a girl - whom you don't know - dated a guy, you wouldn't date him."

He made two good points.

"But Liam remembers; and if I'm being brutally honest, he's still madly in love with her."

"No," William laughed, but it wasn't a humorous laugh. "Liam was in love with her. The light died in his eyes a year or two after her passing. All of this now, is just depression - he's clinging on to the only person he had. Even if she's dead..."

I bit my lip as Will's words pierced my ears, my brain taking in all the information. Sighing, I glanced up at a silent blonde and laughed nervously. His lips were pursed in a straight line, his eyes searching mine for any response I was willing to give.

My attention drifted from his childish grin, overlooking the small pond that the park eventually turned into. A smile spread across my face as I attempted to change the topic of our conversation; our lovely, sunny day being dragged down by the morbid, depressing topic of Liam's life.

Then I drifted my eyes to a pair of swings a few kids had just ran away from. They were still swinging from their momentum, and I smiled. "Last one to the swings is a rotten egg!" I scrambled up from my position on the blanket and made a mad dash swing set.

I didn't dare look back, knowing William was gaining on me.

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Three shops and three credit card swipes later, I found myself back at the Luciano mansion. I bid William a polite goodbye as he waved and drove off; he mumbled something about staying at a friend's house tonight, into tomorrow, before leaving. I properly thanked him for the gifts as his car drove off and I made my way inside.

The inside of the house was dim, but semi-quiet. Mrs. Luciano walked out the kitchen, a cup of water in her hand as she smiled at me. "Good evening, Faith. How're you?" I smiled politely, stopping and speaking patiently with her.

"Hey, Mel; I'm good." I glanced up at a clock on the corner, the letters reading 8:35pm. I was late. "Where is Liam and Rosie?"

"They're downstairs," She smiled, "Rosie has been talking about you joining them since they got home. Have fun, oh," Melanie had already began to walk away, when she turned and smiled back at me. "And good luck. It's a war-zone down there."

I wasn't quite sure what she meant as I followed her up the stairs, I took my appropriate turn and landed in my bedroom, before stripping and sliding on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and hightailed it down the steps, then into the basement.

The screaming was heard as soon as I had flung the basement doors open; it only got louder the closer I got to the landing. I hit the floor and took a sharp left, headed down a small hallway, then took a right. The room wasn't small - not by any means - but it certainly wasn't as big as the other rooms in the house.

As soon as I stepped into the room, I tripped. The floor was literally a mattress. I gaped as I stepped into the plush room and laughed. This had always been a dream of mine - and no matter how many times I had seen it done on tumblr pictures, I had never imagined it could've been done.

A sofa was pushed just far enough away from the television Liam and Rosie were staring intently at. Hundreds of pillows laid sprawled on the floor, blankets included. Boxes of pizza sat off to the side on a table, liters of Sierra Mist, Orange Fanta soda, and Grape sat beside them; plastic cups and plates accompanying them.

That's when the screaming pulled me back in to the action unfolding out in front of me. I seemingly managed to travel across the mattress and sit down on the sofa without getting noticed. Rosie and Liam stood up, their balance faltering as their feet sunk into the plush ground beneath them. Their attention was solely on the wide screen in front of them, two white wheels clutched in their grasp; I saw the Wii console light up, and that's when I glanced at the screen.

"Go Baby Peach, Go!" Rosie screeched loudly as she stepped even closer to the television, her neck craned at an unnatural angle to see the Mario Kart race unfolding in front of her. I heard a lot of beeping, flashing, and giggling as finally, Rosie raised her hands in excitement. "Yes!"

"Are you kidding me..." Liam groaned as he nearly threw the wheel across the room. He took a step back as Rosie turned around, finally acknowledging me.

"Miss Faith! You came!" With the race over for now, she ran over to my seated position on the couch and gave me a long hug, her arms clutching around my neck. Liam glanced behind him and sidestepped, allowing me to see the television.

"Rose, what track do you want to play on now?"

She let go of me and returned to her position, now seated on the mattress, her legs crossed. I watched as she managed to select another course on Mario Kart as Liam turned around.

"How was your day?"

"Busy," I answered truthfully. Liam seemed to...smile at my response as Rosie mumbled something to herself, making his advert his gaze. He glanced back at me and nodded.

"No problems today?"

"Nobody chased me today, no," I laughed and shook my head. "The only thing that gave me trouble today, was this baby," I groaned as I pulled my broken up phone from my pocket, shaking it. Luciano's eyebrows seemed to connect for a second before Rosie called his name again.

"Liam! Pick your character!"

Liam dropped to the floor, his back now pressed up against the sofa I was sitting on as he sighed. Rosie had already picked hers: Peach.

She glanced back at me as Liam contemplated. "He sucks at this game," She giggled. "I bet you could beat him!"

"Oh, no," I shook my head, "I can barely steer that thing in the correct direction - "

"Driving with you must be some shi - " Rosie glanced at Liam as he spoke almost unconsciously. His voice drowned away as he fixed his language and finished, " - crap, then. The only reason I lose is because Rosie always picks that bi - er, Princess Peach, all the time! She's so annoying."

Rosie seemed to frown, her lips forming into a pout as she bundled up to Liam's bicep. She rested her head down, laughing. "I only pick Princess Peach because I am a princess!" A small smile teased my lips as Liam lifted the arm Rosie was leaning on, before wrapping it around her in a comfortable position.

"That you are!" He stated, "You're my princess." My heart swelled and pretty much exploded when Luciano leaned down and pressed his lips to her head.

That, however, was the last ounce of adorable-ness I would see for the evening. As soon as the 3-2-1 countdown ended, the war was on. Liam was biting his tongue nearly every lap, trying to keep the profanities at bay. Rosie was bounding all over the place, giggling, screaming, and laughing whenever Liam got bombarded with flying shells, slipped on bananas, or became small because of the lightning attack.

I was fairly certain that by the time they were finished with their litany of races, they would despise each other.

By the time their fourth or fifth race had come down to the home stretch, even I was standing up on my feet. Rosie stood on my right, Liam on my left; all three of us inching closer and closer to the T.V. as Rosie raced closer and closer to the finish line. Lucian was right on her tail, but with one throw on a banana, Liam was spinning out, falling short of the finish line. By the time Liam crossed the finish line, he was in fifth place.

Rosie screamed a 'yes!' as she gave me a high five, laughing the entire time. Liam just stood there, dejected as he dropped his arms to his side and sighed.

Excusing herself, Rosie dropped her controller and exited the room, leaving both Liam and I in silence. I smirked, picking up her fallen controller and laughed. "So, I didn't know you drove into walls purposely." Liam let loose a slight smile as he glanced at me.

"I do when I play Rosie at her favorite game," He responded. "This is one of the only things she can take pride in doing - and winning."

"You purposely lose?"

Luciano shrugged, "It makes her happy."

I nodded and dropped down onto the sofa, staring at Liam from my new found position. There were a lot of flaws Liam had - anger was most definitely the largest one - but he also had good sides to him. The only one that seemed to stand out the most, was whenever he was with Rosie. He seemed to protect her, love her, and take care of her better than any father possibly could - yet, he was only her brother; step-brother in fact.

Liam rested his controller down on the arm rest of the sofa and took a swig of soda. He glanced at the stillness around the entrance of the room before back at me. "You want to race?"

"You mean, do you want me to whoop your ass?" I nodded, "Hell yeah."

And that is how, five minutes later, I found myself engulfed in the most intense one on one game I had ever played. Liam didn't hold one profanity back with the little one out the room; I couldn't decide whether to laugh, or be slightly concerned that he was so competitive.

"Bowser is such a brute," Liam groaned as he turned the wheel, following the path of the track, "He is literally the biggest dick on this game, I swear." I couldn't help but laugh as I pressed the accelerate button harder, hoping I would speed up.

"You're definitely the biggest dick," I managed to let an insult out as I focused on the race. Luciano glanced at me quickly, before turning his attention back to the television.

I crossed the finish line with a shout as I smiled. Pride filled my soul as I did a little shimmy, Liam watching me the entire time. He groaned before tossing the controller up in the air; we both watched it fall harmlessly to the ground.

"Aw," I held the word as I pretended to pout. Resting my controller down, I held open my arms. "Does a certain loser need a hug?"

"I don't need a hug," Liam sighed.

"I think you do," I sung. I took a warning step closer, my arms still outstretched to Luciano. He hadn't budged from his standing position.

"No, I don't - "

I closed the gap as I wrapped my arms around his torso and squeezed. Liam's body grew tense at my touch. Something told me he wasn't hugged very often.

"This is where you hug back," I whispered. "Losers need hugs, you have to remember that." Keeping myself from laughing was definitely the hardest part of the whole annoyance scheme.

I felt Liam give in, before wrapping his own around my back. We stood silently for a while, before Liam pulled away. I was about to speak, but it was his facial reaction that made me stop.

He was smirking.

"I switched our remotes before the race," He admitted, "You were really Browser. I was Peach." My mouth dropped. "Who needs a hug now?"

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