A/N: Their first complication: the most obvious one. Though they manage to fight it.
It's not everyday someone admits to being in love with their stepsister.
I mean, I know there have been people marrying their cousins and stuff, and we weren't blood related, so why did it always feel so wrong and so right at the same time?
We're the only ones who know about this. Even our closest friends don't know about our relationship. We know that if we keep it a secret, there won't be any problems. We can just have each other and no one else.
But we don't have to be secretive much longer. We could tell people someday, because we would be free soon.
But not soon enough.
I can't wait for two more years. Because in two more yeas, we're both eighteen, both legal adults, free to do anything. In two more years, we won't be separated by the rest of them.
In two more years, people can't stop us from making out, holding hands, and being in love.
A/N: Yeesh, that was hard to write.