Hi. This is officially my first fan fiction so please be nice. I don't own VA nor the characters, only the plot.
IF THINGS WEREN'T THE SAME
Rose POV
"Come on kids." Mr. Mayer said, opening the back door of the huge black SUV, so Christian and I were able to hop out.
"This is so not what I expected." I heard Christian murmur, eyeing the huge semi-house, semi-villa that belonged to the Belikovs and Ivashkovs.
I've never been in that house before, although Christian and I have known Olena Belikov our whole lives. She was our mother's best friend before our mother dyed four really long and painful months ago. Now Olena Belikov officially was responsible for Christian and me till next year when Christian turns eighteen and one of us is free. I unfortunately was still just sixteen (and a half) which made me a child. It was in our mother's will that Olena Belikov was given custody over Christian and me, so technically we couldn't argue about it as much as we wanted to. I knew for a fact that Olena had three grown daughters back in Russia and a son who moved back to Montana with Olena after she remarried a rich guy named Nathan Ivashkov (Ha-ha! Can you imagine those two together? Sweet Olena and the nasty ass hole Nathan? But don't kill me (yet), I made him a nice and sweet guy). Dimitri Belikov was Olena's son and Karolina Victoria and Sonya wee her daughters. I didn't remember her son all too well, I only remember that he's two years older than me and we use to make mud brownies and have regular food fights at lunch time when we were little.
"Me, neither." I muttered in my chin. "Let's just hope these two years will pass quickly."
"Oh, come on, Rose! Maybe it won't be that bad, you know how nice and sweet Olena is. She won't let anything happen to us." Christian put an arm around my shoulders, soothingly.
Christian wasn't the most enthusiastic person in the world and knowing that I was less enthusiastic than my ass half-brother wasn't at all comforting. But than again I have to remind myself that wittiness, impulsive thinking and sarcasm runs in our blood no matter how different in appearance we were. And we were really different. He was pale with jet black hair and was tall and lean, gifted with the typical Ozera eyes– blue like ice. We had the same mother who was the Ozera in the family. An Ozera who had an affair with a Turkish guy, better put. My anonymous father's blood made me darker skinned with semi-dessert princess features, dark long wavy hair, so dark it seemed black most of the time and big dark brown eyes with a really curvy body.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I waved it off and followed Christian in to the house, using him as support for walking. My leg still hurt from the accident. Christian and me were in the car accident when our mother dyed. Christian was in the back seat. Mum and I weren't. The doctors all said that it was a miracle I lived through everything. I had so much injuries and inner bleeding that the doctors didn't know what to start repairing first. I looked like a human hamburger. I survived somehow with a coma that lasted a month. Mum wasn't that lucky. I silently thanked God Christian didn't win with the bickering and sat in the front seat instead of me. Maybe I survived but God only knows if Christian would have. And that I really didn't want to find out. He came out with no injuries, just a couple of scratches and bruises. He was less traumatised than me which I also thanked God for.
After the third knock on the door a pretty brown haired, brown eyed woman in her mid forties appeared on the main door. Olena. "Christian? Rosemarie?" She exclaimed and than when finally realised that it was us at the door she flew to us both squishing us in a tight hug all together. "Oh, my, my, my... Christian look at you so big and grown! It was like yesterday when I saw you in your sister's dress." That made me smirk. Even younger I always use to beat Christian at anything we did and than I had a tradition to dress him up. I would be Ms. Charlotte and he was my sister Christie. You can just imagine who happy he was about that. "And when your mother use to..." She trailed off, suppressing tears at the sudden memory of my mother. "Oh, dear, come in, come in!" She rushed us inside the house. Yup. It really did look like a mansion. She lead us to a wide bright kitchen.
Olena turned to me again. "And young Rosemarie! My God, you're such a beautiful girl I can't believe my eyes." She looked like she was on a verge of crying. "Your mother would be so proud of you." Than she glanced back to Christian. "Both of you."
Olena looked away to the left like she was expecting someone to show up. "Ah, Dimitri there you are I was getting worried you wouldn't show up. Christian and young Rosemarie just arrived."
I wish she stopped calling me young Rosemarie. "I'm here." A strong melodic male voice laced with a faint Russian accent said.
I looked past my shoulder to see who's it from, but just as I was expecting noting more than another annoying eighteen year old, my jaw dropped to the ground (Okay... that's clearly an exaggeration, but still...). The guy leaning against the kitchen counter was the kind of hot you can only see on TV... Oh, screw that you can rarely see that on TV!
He was tall, taller that Christian which was saying something. Christian with his 6'4'' was shorter than this guy. This guy was somewhere around 6'6'' or 6'7'' which was a poor contrast to my wimpy 5'7''. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes I ever saw and hair a few shades lighter brown than mine, shoulder length that was pulled in a pony tail, a few stands of hair were falling as he tucked them behind his ears. And his body? I think I couldn't even think about it without blushing like a dumb schoolgirl. He had a lot of lean muscle. Not buff with a classic muscle head idiot Neanderthal on steroids attitude. He was graceful which was odd for a man who was that tall.
"Hi, I'm Christian Ozera." Thank God because if it weren't for Christian's 'so-called-politeness' I wouldn't stop staring. Which would be a bad thing.
"Hello." Dimitri shook Christian's hand politely. "Dimitri."
Olena started introducing me. "And this is young Rosemarie–" Ugh. Young Rosemarie. I wanted to shriek at her and strangle to death till she called me Rose but I knew that would just look like I'm crazy. Yeah no kidding.
"It's Rose." I said to Olena and than to Dimitri. I extended my arm to shake his hand.
He took my hand hesitatingly and smiled a smile that would make any girl in the right mind melt. "Nice to meet you Rose. Again."
"Yeah same here." I smiled and heard Christian snort and mutter something like 'get a room'. And believe me if I wasn't smiling and trying to be polite (yeah, right(note the sarcasm)) to everyone I would have came to Christian and punched him square in the face.
"Well, well, well look who we got here." I heard a smirking familiar voice behind me. And the fresh smell of clove cigarettes. "Ms. Rosemarie Ozera is back and she's got boobs." I turned around to spot a guy I really didn't like.
"Adrian Ivashkov." I made a face. "Long time no see." I looked at his emerald green eyes. He was smoking (of course) and had the same stylish messy brown hair and designer clothes as from a year ago when I last saw him.
Adrian was a guy I knew beck in the 'day' when we were messing around. We knew each other from elementary and mid school. We use to share long make out sessions just a year ago. I use to be a spoiled and stupid rich bitch who only knew how to party back then. I changed drastically. I am still the impulsive thinking, sarcastic and witty girl yeah, but the death of my mother changed Christian and me both, making us think about life more clearly. Yeah, yeah, yeah... I know I sound stupid. But looking at Adrian I could still see that he was exactly the same. Nothing changed with him. He was still smoking (no doubt still drinking too) and still the same womanizer he had been back in his glory days.
"Oh, Rosie how I missed you." He came dangerously close to me. "We can sure catch up later." Yup, still a flirt.
I saw in the corned for my eye Christian who was fighting with himself to stay still. Christian despised Adrian and the fact that we use to date hasn't exactly improved their relationship.
"I think you better get out now Adrian." Christian growled. His fists were locked and so was his jaw. Christan was always overprotective with me, but our mother's death made him even more.
Adrian looked at Christian and than back at me before turning around. "Oh and Rose happy you're here. We'll catch up later." That made Christian almost sky rocked his fist into Adrian's head. I caught his arm, letting Adrian walk out of the kitchen.
"Let him go, he's not worth it." I whispered to him.
He looked at me. Worry and anger still in his eyes. "Please, promise to me that you won't start anything with him again. I don't want to see you get hurt. Again."
Wow. I wasn't expecting that. Christian wasn't one of the most emotional guys out there. "I promise. I'm not that girl from a year ago anymore, you know that." I looked back to Olena and Dimitri, suddenly aware of our audience. "Sorry you had to witness that." I gave them both apologetic smiles.
Olena smiled back. "That's alright. Adrian is a little... difficult." Well, I could have thought up of at least a hundred other words for that idiot in a millisecond, but 'difficult' wasn't one of them. "And I'm sorry you were welcomed like this. Come on Rose let me show you around." Hey, she called me Rose! Than she looked up at Dimitri. "Dimitri will you please show Christian around?"
He nodded and took off with a still pissed off Christian.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with Olena. She was really nice. I had my own room on the top floor. The room was big and had a king sized bed. That I didn't expect, but, hey! Why not? I thanked Olena and started unpacking until I head a urgent knock on the door.
I opened the door to reveal a hungry looking guy.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, but was silenced with an urgent attack on my lips.
Sorry, it's not that long. I don't like this chapter to be honest. Please review and tell me if it's worth continuing!