and it's like a cross-country race all over again
by mistsplash
So maybe she's drop-dead gorgeous and he's just so scarred and ugly and totally opposite.
(does that really—really—make them some sort of meant-to-be couple?)
Because, dears, there's a difference between bickering soul mates and polar opposites.
(and they're leaning towards the latter)
Does it really matter if she thinks those scars are handsome?
(it's just another ordinary observation)
Who cares if he watches her hips as they sway just so?
(besides, he still keeps telling himself that it'll neverevernever happen)
They're not the romance ones in the family and hell, they're not going to change any time soon, and they're just fine with the whole competitors-thing they've got going on.
(besides, they're Roxy and Ly, remember—and they're never going to be more than that)
Even with all the taunts and smirks and oh, you two are so in love, they're always found in the same place: throwing witty, sometimes stupid, remarks at each other, grinning foolishly.
(and perhaps that's really what they're all about)
So sure, she's got a little bit of lust for him.
(psch, it's not like it's anything spectacular)
And maybe, he's got a little something for her.
(yeah, sure, whatever, he thinks)
But that doesn't stop them from being more than more.
(from being the best of best friends)
And this is what they remind themselves of as they watch the other get married off to someone else and eventually forgetforgetforget.
(and they'll try to convince themselves that it doesn't hurt even a little bit)
Author's Notes:
Honestly, when I first pulled up the blank document, I had my mind set on writing a BlaiseParvati. Then these two popped up. So, yeah.
