Page 76 of The Edge of Falling

"You're so juvenile, Foster."

"I'm juvenile?" He shook his head. "Look in the mirror, kid."

I pressed my lips together and sat back down on the couch. I was not dealing with my brother and his arrogant, bigheaded attitude. He thought just because he was older that he always knew best. And he always treated me like a little kid. He was so freaking annoying. I'd probably be seventy years old, and he'd still be calling me kid. No, that wouldn't fly, and I had to let him know.

I grabbed my phone and called Alice.

"Hey girl, what's going on?"

"Is Foster there?"

"Why do you keep asking about Foster?" I asked her curiously.

"I was just wondering because I wasn't sure if he was mad that I was coming."

"He's fine. He said he has some solution."

"Oh, what's the solution?" she asked eagerly.

I don't know. He said you sleep in his bed, and I sleep in Oliver's."

"Really? She sounded happy. "He wants me in his bed?"

"He was joking, Alice. Oh my gosh. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No. Why? What do you mean?"

"Are you interested in my brother?"

"No, of course not," she said way too sharply and quickly.

Suddenly, it dawned on me.

"Alice," I said softly.

"Yes, Rosalie?"

"Do you have a crush on Foster?"

What are you talking about?" she squeaked out.

"Oh my gosh, you do. You have a crush on my brother. Are you crazy?"

"No, I don't. I…"

"Alice, do not lie to me. I'm your best friend."

"I know," she whined. "I'm sorry."

"Oh no, no, no. Alice, how can you have a crush on my brother? He's such a dickhead."

"But he's so cute. He's always been so cute."

What? How long have you had this crush?"

"Since we were fifteen."

"And you never told me?"

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