Commencement
They'd been seeing each other for ages, possibly since they were gurgling infants. It happened when you were cousins, lived in the same city, and were all of two months apart in age. But the first time Rachel had really seen her cousin was when he was wailing over a badly shinned knee at a family picnic. At that, she'd sauntered upto him and informed him snootily that she hadn't cried when she sprained her ankle. And obviously, that hurt more.
"You're such a girl." she'd told him.
"So're you." he sniffed back.
"But I am a girl," she said smugly, "so it doesn't count."
He'd stared at his knee with a confused expression, and Rachel walked away, confident at having won the first round.