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mistletoc:

    ❝ well what is your name? ❞ marco asked, cocking an eyebrow. ❝ i can judge absolutely everything i need to know about you just from the name, so it better be a good one. ❞  as he listened to her talk about her plan to steal hot chocolate, he couldn’t help but think of all the flaws in the plan, even though he knew it wasn’t real. ❝ y’know, it’d probably be more efficient to just steal a bunch of money and then buy a ton of it. you can get like, a hundred pounds delivered to your door straight from amazon, probably. ❞  he knew the whole conversation was ridiculous, but his lack of sleep caused him not to care. ❝ plus, why ruin cocoa for the rest of the world? seems cruel. ❞ 

   marco watched as lara took a coffee mug from the top shelf. it looked like a struggle, and it was kind of amusing to him. he wasn’t sure how tall she was, but he could see that he towered above her. he walked over and turned on his parents’ coffee maker, filling it with water so it would heat for the cocoa. ❝ i already have a sister, ❞  marco responded, taking the mug from her hand and placing it with his beside the coffee maker. ❝ it’s already enough. don’t really need another one. ❞

laratheloser:

     she chuckled at his comment, “everything, huh?” a finger tapped against her chin, pondering his words. “well, i’m lara. what about you? make sure it’s a good one, i’ll judge everything based on your name.” as he began to talk about the flaws in her plan, she brought a dramatic hand to her heart. “there’s no need to be so rude! it is my plan after all. i think it’s genius.” she narrowed her eyes at the other, making a face. “you don’t know me! i’m very cruel.” and then she was chuckling at herself, shaking her head.

     she watched him move to the coffee maker, something she had done a million times before, and admired his back a little more. it was just as nice as it had been a few minutes ago, a small smirk appearing on her features without lara even realizing it. and then he was turning around, grabbing her mug, and she was afraid that it was totally obvious that she was gawking over him. she took a step forward, standing next to him at the counter in front of the coffee maker. “but piper’s not so bad, is she?” lara smiled up at the other boy, thinking about her friend who was upstairs, sound asleep. “i think i’d make a fairly good step-sister, even though i’m evil.” cue her terrible witch laugh.

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mistletoc:

     ❝ yeah, i highly doubt that, ❞ marco shook his head. ❝ as in highly, highly doubt that, ❞  the girl’s attempts at being intimidating were cute, and he wondered how she was so awake this early in the morning. he let out a yawn and instinctively covered his mouth. the clock told him he was running on about three hours of sleep. ❝ what’s the plan then? did i foil it by walking in, or was that part of it, too? ❞

   ❝ you not gonna use that after all this? ❞  marco asked, nodding towards the box of cocoa she’d set on the counter. he opened up a cabinet and pulled a mug out. ❝ i, for one, am gonna make some. ❞  he waited for her to respond to see if he should grab a second mug or not. when she mentioned his littler sister piper, the situation began to make more sense. ❝ oh, you’re one of piper’s friends. my parents didn’t just, like, adopt another kid to replace me while i was gone. ❞

fayofrp:

     lara frowned at his words, but still kept her finger gun pointed at him; she had to keep the act up for a little longer at least. “don’t be so quick to judge! you don’t even know my name!” she nodded at his question. “mmmhmm, all part of my master plan to steal all the hot coco mix in the world!” she gave him a little evil laugh before laughing at herself, shaking her head, and letting her arms fall to her sides.

    she hesitated for a second before joining the boy at the counter, having to stand on her very tip toes to reach one of the mugs. once she felt the handle of the mugs, she slipped her fingers around it and pulled it down. this was a bit of a victory for lara, seeing as how piper was much taller than she was and always joked about lara’s height when getting the mugs for coffee. not today! lara held the mug against her chest, wondering if the boy would begin to make the hot chocolate or if she would. “actually,” lara turned to face the boy, woah, he was cute. “i’m lara, your evil new step-sister.”

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mistletoc:

   marco’s hand dropped from his hair to his side as he watched the girl before him, still unsure what to make of the situation. she was pretty – he couldn’t help but notice – but he didn’t have contacts or glasses on and couldn’t make out all of her features. ❝ well, i am a kasper, ❞  he nodded, setting his car keys down in the bowl on the kitchen counter his family always kept keys in. everything looked and felt so familiar. ❝ so if anything, you’re the thief here. ❞  

    ❝ not to judge appearances, but you don’t really look like the type to rob a home. ❞  marco gestured to the box of hot chocolate in her arms. ❝ unless, uh, you were in desperate need of cocoa? ❞  he crossed his arms, still aware of his naked chest and realizing he should probably at least try to cover it. ❝ kind of a pretty low-stakes heist, don’t you think? ❞ 

     so, he was a kasper. but why wouldn’t have piper told her about him? all of it really made no sense to her. seeing as how lara had talked about her family extensively to piper, and piper to her, but not one mention of an older brother?

     at his words, lara nodded, watching as he placed his keys into the bowl that piper always put her keys into. wait, were those jeep keys? a small smile slid onto lara’s face as she recognized the logo on the keys. lara had always wanted a jeep, they were so badass, but her parents insisted that she take her mother’s mini-van instead. it’s safer, lara. yeah, yeah, whatever, it was still badass. lara chuckled at his accusation, her smile growing. a hand flew dramatically to her heart, “what? i could be a robber!” lara formed her hands into small fists and made a face that definitely screamed robber.

     it wasn’t until the boy mentioned it that she realized that she was still hugging the hot chocolate mix box to her chest. she looked down at it, and then set it on the counter next to her. as he spoke, she nodded, trying to convince the boy, “this is a high-stakes heist, don’t you get it? this is all part of the plan.” she then formed her hands into a gun, pointing it at him. “piper will never find out if there are no witnesses!”

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mistletoc:

     marco was so glad to be back in his hometown, away from his university, away from exams, and away from his failed freshman-year-of-college-relationship ex girlfriend. he’d been hoping for a quiet night at home with his family, cooped up in the living room watching a move on HBO full of actors no one recognized. however, his first night back in town turned out to be nothing like he’d expected.  

    before he even had a chance to get home, his high school best friend was calling him, yelling about how he heard marco was back. he’d lured marco into hanging out with promises of video games and pizza, but marco quickly discovered his buddy really just needed a ride to a local party. and a designated driver. after taking his drunk friend home in marco’s jeep around two in the morning, he’d been too tired to go home and just crashed on his pal’s couch. truly, nothing in california had changed in his absence.  

      now it was the early morning hours and he and finally arrived at his parents’ house. it felt like he’d been traveling for days. immediately upon walking in, he’d slipped his shirt off, assuming everyone else was still asleep. his family were all late risers. his stomach rumbling, he made his way into the kitchen, hoping for some cereal and milk that he hadn’t had to pay for. god, it was nice to be back home. instead, he found a very cute stranger clutching a box of hot cocoa ( which honestly sounded amazing at the time ) to her chest.  ❝ oh god – hey, ❞ marco stammered, confused, and suddenly aware of his bare chest. ❝ am i in the wrong house or something? ❞  he joked, uncomfortably running a hand through his long hair. 

     clutching the hot chocolate mix box to her chest, lara’s eyes stared up at the boy that stood in front of her. his back was nice, like very, very nice. not to mention he had a pretty good butt; sweatpants clearly fit the boy well. and then he was turning around, and lara’s eyes were staring directly at his abdomen. woah. immediately, her eyes shot up to meet the boy’s face. double woah. and now, lara was seriously staring at this very attractive stranger in her best friend’s kitchen in the very early morning. was this a dream? evidently not because the boy started speaking, and he wasn’t talking in weird gibberish language like the rest of the cute boys in her dreams. 

     she chuckled at his question, and then shrugged. “well, this isn’t my house.” lara said, looking around the vast kitchen. yeah, definitely not her house. “this is the kasper’s house. are you a kasper? or just a shirtless robber?” she joked back, smiling a bit.

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STARTER

when lara had moved to california from washington, she was a bit nervous to say the least; seeing as how she was arriving just a week before her senior year. thankfully, the week before school started was a total blur of unpacking, school shopping, and preparing for the worst. but on the first day of school, she found an ally, piper, in her english class. and since then, the two have been inseparable. 

it was now mid-december and finals were over. the girls were beyond grateful that they could finally get a break. piper had planned a sleepover to celebrate the end of finals and to toast to the halfway mark of their senior year. however, the two girls fell asleep before the clock even struck midnight.

the early morning sun caused lara to awake from a deep sleep, which piper still seemed to be in. lara didn’t mind though, she kind of liked waking up early. she loved being able to watch the sun rise as she drank some tea on her porch. lara stretched her arms out with a yawn before climbing out of bed and heading towards the kitchen. it was by habit that she made her way to the kitchen and began to search through the pantry for some hot chocolate mix. her next move would be to the fridge, and as she turned around, a small gasp escaped her lips. because there was an incredibly tall and shirtless boy with adorably messy hair standing in front of the fridge, evidently searching for something. the smaller girl cleared her throat, hot coco mix box hugging her chest, in hopes to not startle the other. “good morning,” she intended to say quietly but it came out more as a croak.