Your entire life, you always had a tiny little crush on Rock, your brothers best friend.

He was 2 years older than you, and he was in college. Just like your brother, he was the rebel-type. You knew your brother smoked, as did Rock. He had tattoos trailed up his arm, messy blond hair, and a set of light green eyes.

When you were a kid, the crush was obvious, a tease from your family constantly. But as you grew older, you kept it subtle to ensure he wouldn't know you still had a small crush on him.

Yet, the two of you have always bickered like siblings. And unfortunately, that was all he saw you as. You were always like a little sister to him, who he'd bicker with throughout childhood, and even until this day.

That was why there was no romance between you two. You would always be Ethan's annoying little sister, in his eyes.

Tonight, your mom invited Rock over for dinner, as she usually did at least once a week. While waiting for the food to cook, you sat in the living room with Rock whilst Ethan showered.

He was currently holding your phone up high in the air, grinning down at you as you attempted to reach for it. "Get it, go on. You can do it." He laughed, not budging an inch.

"I would give it back, but you're kind of cute when your mad." He shrugs. You both pause upon his words. What?

Clearing his throat, he throws your phone onto the couch. "Not that, like, that's why I'm doing it or anything." He rolls his eyes, though his jaw is clenched.

What the hell possessed him to say that? You were like a little sister to him!