Chapter 2: Meet The Ozeras

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I am absolutely blown away at the response to my first chapter. This chapter isn't that exciting, but it will give you a good background on some stuff and people you need to know. Please keep the reviews coming.

RPOV

"Rose, Christian where are you two? I told you if you wanted to borrow the car to go over to the Dragomir's you had to finish the laundry and so far all I see are piles of dirty clothes," mom called from downstairs.

"Ugh you didn't start the load yet? I thought you said that's what you were doing when you went down there an hour ago," I whined at my annoying brother. We were what you would call Irish twins, well that is if we were Irish, which we weren't. We were born less than a year apart so we were both in the same grade. I was born only ten months after Christian making me the younger of the two of us and he never let me forget that he was the oldest. Well technically not the oldest. Tasha was the oldest. She was twenty-one and away at college. She was our oldest sister. She looked just like Mom and Christian looked just like Dad. I never could figure out why I got the short end of the stick. Both Tasha and Christian along with my parents were very tall. I was only five-six. We all shared the same dark brown hair, but for some reason I had brown eyes and the rest of them had blue. Dad says it's because my features more closely resemble my grandmother on his side. Sometimes I swore I had to be adopted, maybe it was wishful thinking. I know Tasha sure wished I was. She did not like me and was always making fun of me and stealing my boyfriends. She was nice to Christian, but not by much. I think she wished she was an only child. It was a blessing that she was away at school these past few years.

As a family we were pretty close. Mom worked at the Astoria General Hospital as a nurse and Dad was the history teacher at our school, but during the summers he moonlighted in construction. We lived in a decent sized house, but it was nothing compared to Lissa's. Her family was beyond rich whereas most of our money went to pay Tasha's tuition and to pay off Christian's medical bills. He had some sort of anemia that made him really sick sometimes so we were barely getting by. Nevertheless, we weren't the perfect family, but we were pretty happy.

"Laundry is women's work," he snorted turning back to his game of Call of Duty.

I scowled at him. "You know I'm going to rip that gaming system out of the wall if you don't turn it off and help me."

"Whatever, do what you want Rosie." He knew it infuriated me to all hell when he called me that. I decided to be smart and switch tactics.

"You want to see Lissa right?" I asked in a sickeningly sweet tone. Lissa Dragomir was my best friend and Christian's girlfriend. The two were ooey gooey inseparable and it was nauseating most of the time.

His eyes lit up when I mentioned her though. "Yea I want to see her," he said.

"Good then get the laundry done. It's your turn," I said emptying his hamper full of clothes into his lap.

"Fine," he grunted finally tearing his eyes off of the television screen.

I usually wasn't this anxious to get over to see Lissa, but today was different. Her family was hosting a foreign exchange student from Russia and he was arriving today. A few of us girls were getting together at her house to catch a glimpse of him when he got there. He was supposed to get in around three so that left us a good two hours to gossip about him before he got there.

An hour later, the laundry was done and I had decided to borrow something of Christian's to wear because my wardrobe had become sparse as of late. I had hit a major growth spurt in the past six months, not height wise, but I had developed quite the womanly figure which was also unlike the rest of the women in my family. I had a petite frame, but my hips were very curvy and I was now sporting a thirty-four double D cup whereas my mother and sister could barely fill out a B. Due to the fact that we were hurting financially I couldn't exactly ask mom to buy me a ton of new clothes. I made do with what I had wearing some of Christian's hoodies and such that fit me better than a lot of my tops that had become too tight. I spent what little babysitting money I had on a few new bras and a pair of jeans. I was in desperate need of both.

I hurried down the stairs grabbing an apple off the counter as I passed mom. She was cleaning the kitchen. It was her day off and I felt bad that she spent it doing chores.

"Do you want some help?" I asked.

"No, no go and have a good time. Why are you wearing your brother's clothes again?" she asked looking me up and down. "Are you going through a gender identity crisis or something?" she asked her hands on her hips. That's what I loved about Mom she was always so blunt about things. She never beat around the bush.

I blushed. "No, I just like them that's all," I lied.

"No, she doesn't. She's finally blossomed into womanhood and none of her clothes fit," Christian snorted thoroughly embarrassing me in the process.

"Christian!" I shouted lunging at him.

"Woah, break it up," Dad said coming out of the den. He was dressed for work which meant he was working the three to eleven tonight.

"What is going on in here?" he asked as he restrained me from wrapping my hands around Christian's neck and squeezing. He knew I was stronger than my brother and I would inflict pain if given the opportunity.

"Well apparently our little Rose is becoming a woman and has developed breasts," my mother said with a smirk.

"Kill me now," I groaned.

"Wow, my little girl is all grown up," my dad crooned giving me a noogie.

"Dad please," I pleaded.

"Rose if you needed money for clothes you should have just said something," my mother said.

"Mark, give her some money. She's been wearing her brother's clothes for months now."

"No it's okay, I really don't mind. I don't want to take your money," I told them.

"Nonsense, it's a necessity and we aren't that poor," my mother scoffed.

My father pulled out some money from his wallet pressing about a hundred dollars into my hands.

"Thanks," I said guiltily.

"Don't ever feel like you can't ask for things you need. We will always take care of you." Somehow the way she said it gave me an eerie feeling.

"Have fun today kids. I'll see you all tomorrow," dad said kissing my mother and then me. He ruffled Christian's already mussed hair and went on his way.

"So my dad and Andree went to pick him up at the airport. His plane should be landing as we speak," Lissa disclosed while the rest of us listened eagerly.

Mia and Sydney sat cross legged on the floor, Jill was on the bean bag chair and I had draped myself across Lissa's bed and was now using her designer nail polish, a shade called candy apple red to paint my fingernails. I envied her large collection of cosmetics and took every opportunity to raid it.

"Geez, why is everyone so interested in this Russian guy? He's probably a spy or something," Christian muttered looking up briefly from the magazine he was reading while giving us a dirty look.

"Oh Rose a spy, wouldn't that be cool?" Mia gushed.

"Did you just suddenly forget about Eddie?" Jill asked.

"No, but who says I can't look?" All of my friends had steady boyfriend that is except for me. Lissa was with Christian, Jill was with Mason, Mia was with Eddie and Sydney was with Andree. I had my fair share of boyfriends, the last one being the biggest jerk of all time Jesse Zeklos. He'd pretended to be nice to me, took me out to nice places, paid me compliments and always picked up the check, but when he figured out after six months that I wasn't going to put out, he dumped me in front of the whole school publicly humiliating me in front of everyone. Now he was dating Natalie Dashkov, also known as the town whore. We all knew she was putting out.

"So we all have boyfriends except for Rose, so I say we try to hook them up. That would be just perfect," Lissa mused.

"Thanks for pointing out the fact that I'm the only loser without a boyfriend," I moaned.

"I could have pointed out that you're a loser." That comment earned him the yearbook I chucked at his pointy head.

"Hey!" he cried just barely dodging it. Lissa shot him a shut up now or I'll let her kill you look.

"What if he's ugly or has no manners or can't speak English?" Sydney asked always being the smart one.

"Oh he's far from ugly in fact he's brutally hot," Mia said jumping up to show us the picture she found of him on facebook.

"Yum, Dimitri Belikov," she said with a grin.

"He is rather built," Jill agreed.

"That guy is in high school?" I asked gaping at the brown haired Adonis that was staring back at me from the tiny screen on Mia's phone. With his shoulder length brown hair, warm brown eyes and dashing white smile, I'd have to say that I was definitely interested in meeting him.

"Who cares if he can't speak English. Who needs to talk with those muscles?" I said sighing dreamily. All the girls murmured their agreement.

"I heard that," Christian said coming up behind me to check out the picture.

"Uh uh no way in hell I'll let a guy like that date my little sister," he grunted.

"Who says you get a say and why are you so worried? From what you just said he wouldn't like me anyways because I'm such a loser and all," I said punching his shoulder and hard.

"Damn you punch like a guy," he groaned rubbing the spot I'd hit.

"Don't you forget it," I reminded him.

"So how are we going to get Dimitri and Rose together?" Lissa asked in a serious tone.

"Hold on a minute. You haven't even met this guy. He could be a total creep," Christian piped in.

"Good point, well assuming we get to know him a little and that he isn't a creep, then how should we get them together?"

"Well first thing is first. You are in desperate need of a makeover," Mia said. "Wearing your brother's clothes is just repugnant.

I sunk deeper into my sweatshirt. What was this pick on Rose day?

"Leave her alone," Christian came to my defense. "It's laundry day and I didn't do it on time so she had nothing to wear." That was the thing I loved the most about my brother. We fought a lot and teased, but deep down we always had each other's backs.

"Well still let's plan to go shopping tomorrow for all of us," Lissa said excitedly. I wasn't surprised. She loved shopping more than anyone I knew. Probably because she had a platinum card, but since I desperately needed new clothes I was the first to agree.

"So when do you think they'll be home?" I asked spritzing on some of Lissa's Chanel Chance perfume. At least I could make a nice smelling impression even if my clothes sucked.

Okay I'm ready to hear your theories=) Tell me what you think of the Ozeras.

Also I wanted to recommend a story that I've been reading. It's a little different, but very good. It's called "Learning to Live and Love Again" by: JoJo110465 Check it out!