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A little question I was wondering about.  Do you prefer guys wearing suits, or like they just rolled out of bed?  I like suuuuits   I'm a sucker for sharp dressed guys xD

This is a dream I had a couple days ago.  Thank God I remembered it, cause it was pretty vivid and pretty awesome.  I wrote it down and added in a couple extra details here and there where I had forgotten some things.  After a few days of watching nothing but The Invisible, Alpha Dog, and Just Friends, this is what my twisted subconcious decides to treat me with... And I am nowhere near complaining   This is a fic with Chris and I, set in real life... possibly an alternate universe.  I envy my alternate universe self.... 
  This is only part one, part two will be up soon (hopefully).

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            I was at my family reunion.  It was taking place at my grandmother's house, as always.  Everyone else was sitting in the kitchen chatting about random things that happened to other people somewhere else halfway across the world, and didn't involve anyone that was actually there.  So I sat in the living room and started texting one of my friends.  The loveseat was lumpy and coarse compareed to the soft grey floor, but I felt comfortable where I was and didn't want to move.  I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and looked up to see my cousin Chris walking into the living room (Imagine him in his The Invisible outfit, but with slightly longer hair like Mike Brander).  He plopped down onto the loveseat and I moved a bit to make room for him.  "Hey." he said, and I nodded slightly.  "Hey." I replied, and kept staring at the screen.  He looked at the phone, curiosity sparking in his eyes.  "Watcha doin?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair.  I held my phone out slightly.  "Texting my crazy friend Ashley.  It's really the only thing to do around here... everyone else is talking about stuff that doesn't really peak my interest." I sighed, and he smirked.  Slowly at first he put an arm aound my shoulders on the back of the couch.  "Yup.  Bout as interesting as it gets around here." he agreed, and watched me closely. 

          I was typing fast, trying not to let on how much my heart had sped up.  Suddenly, he ninja swiped my phone and started reading the screen.  Panic mode.  "Hey, Chris give it back!  Quit being such a fag!" I yelled, but he held me back with one hand while I struggled to reach it.  He started to read the text, eyes flickering across the screen.  My heart almost stopped and terror swept through me.  I had only known Chris as my cousin for a few years, because my mom's sister Jane (Take notice of the names) hadn't wanted anything to do with this side of the family.  Finally her husband Adam (Oh, the tricks my mind plays on me...) begged her go to a family reunion and try to make a connection, and she showed up with her sons Chris and Mike. 
             
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              *flashback*    I walked into the kitchen from the basement and stopped in my tracks.  Two new kids were here.  Who were these guys?  I approached with caution, as if I might scare them away.  Slowly, I slinked around them and saw my grandma.
"Grandma, who are these guys?" I asked, directing my view to the two boys sitting at the small adolescent's table set up in the garage (not that many teen's in my family, so a total of maybe four will ever sit at that table).  One was slightly tall and lanky, but with a kind of muscular build that didn't outweigh his frame and black floppy hair that covered his eyes just enough that I could see a bit of brown peeking out from underneath.  The other.... Tall for me, more musclar than the other one, a little heavier, but just enough that it looked good.  Short black hair and dark brown eyes.  He was looking around with an intrigued gaze at the people shuffling around him.  His eyes spotted me staring.  He smirked and waved slightly.  My heart stopped a bit, but I waved back a little.  My grandma saw where I was pointing and sighed.
"Those are your cousins Chris and Mike Marquette.  Chris is the older one, Mike is the one with the longer balck hair. Go say hi, make new friends."  My brain couldn't wrap around that information.  These guys were my cousins?  Why hadn't I heard of them before?!  Oh well.  Time to do what grandma told me to.  I walked over slowly and smiled. 
"Hi.  I'm Arika, apparently I'm your cousin." I said.  Chris's gaze sweeped over me like he was trying to take a picture.  Mike smiled brightly and shook my hand. 
"Hey.  I'm Mike, this is my older brother Chris.  Nice to meet some family that actually wants to know us." he said, and shook my hand.  Chris smiled again and shook my hand.  His grip was firm, but his hands were soft. 
"Hey.  I'm Chris.  Nice to meet you." he said.  His voice resonated through me from the contact our hands made.  That smile killed me right then and there.  *Why do these guys have to be related to me?!* my mind was screaming. 
"Cool.  Nice to meet you guys." I said, and took a seat next to Chris.  Occasionally we would catch each other looking, and we would both look away quickly like nothing happened.  We talked a little, got to know each other better.  Mike was in deep conversation with my cousin Kyle about religion, and me and Chris were just chatting about nothing in particular.  After it was over, he ran up to me before he got into the car.
"Arika, I want you to have this." he said.  He held out a CD.  No cover, no case, just a CD. 
"Trust me.  I think you'll like it." he said, and smiled again.  "... Thanks." I said, and he ran back to his car.  "I'm serious!  Just listen to it." he said again, and didn't pay attention to where he was backing up and almost hit the cement blocks lined up on the driveway.  "Shit..." I heard him mutter, and I laughed.  He looked up and blushed.  "Not funny." he said, and finally got into the street.  "See you." I called, and he smiled back.  "See ya."

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                 That was three years ago.  Now here we were, sitting on the couch, fighting like me and my other cousins do.  My mind was still thrown into overdrive while he was reading it, desperately trying to get it back.  The text said 'Why is it that the cutest guy has to be my cousin?  I wish Chris and I weren't related... The sucky thing is he's only down here for a week from Washington, and that's just for this.  This is the only time I EVER get to see him.  Ugh.'  My face went bright red as he smirked.
"This is... flattering, and slightly interesting." he chuckled, and finally I got it back. 
"You can be a real jerk sometimes, you know that Chris?" I growled, and pulled my feet up onto the couch, resting my knees against my chest.  He's the one I'm talking about, and he knows it.  Me and Mike never really got as close as me and Chris.  Chris laughs.
"You know, I recently found out something kind of important.  I'm not related to you." he said, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to accept.  The look on my face gave away every single bit of surprise I had left.  He saw the confusion. 
"Yeah... I'm actually adopted.  I was an orphaned newborn.  I know, such a shocker.  Considering I look NOTHING like my parents, or anyone else in my family for that matter." he sighed, and ran a hand through his short hair.  He had let it grow out a bit, and the stubble on his face indicated a neglect of shaving.  I thought it looked kind of nice to see him with some bit of maturity instead of the teenage smooth face he had when we first met.  "Not even dad knows about this.  Just mom, me, and now you." he said, staring at the ceiling.  "Mom doesn't even know that I know." 
                 
                   I was sitting there, eyes searching his face for any trace of lying, mouth closed tightly because my voice might fail me if I open it.  He looked over at me, and blinked.  "Are you okay?" he asked, worry in his eyes.  "Am I okay?  I should be asking you that, not the other way around!" I said finally, getting my vocal chords back in control.  He laughed slightly, and got up off of the loveseat, handing a piece of folded up paper.  He took a second, like he was trying to find the right words.  "... you know, I never once agreed with you in those arguments when you said you were ugly, and you always said that you were the most unattractive person on the planet... I always said you were the prettiest girl I'd seen... and I wasn't lying." He said, and walked back into the kitchen where everyone else was.  Mike had vanished with his laptop somehwere in the house, probably looking up porn, despite him being the overly religious nut he is.  Shaking slightly, I unfolded the paper and read it.  'Call me sometime.  I'm always here if you need to talk. <3 -- (random phone number((I actually had a number, but I coldn't remember it when I woke up))) 

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