Riven Lomax never really got along with the eldest Fisher brother, Conrad, he'd always teased her, annoyed her and spent most of his time with the boys and Belly. When she arrives at Cousins for the summer, as she always had, the atmosphere is diffe...
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The red jeep came to a stop outside of the Fisher's beach house in Cousins. Seeing the front door gave Riven immediate flashbacks to that late night in December with Conrad. She couldn't stop thinking about it. The most perfect night before everything slowly started to collapse.
"It's so cold." Conrad said as they entered the dark house.
Riven switched on a light, following after him through the hallway, "Want your sweater back?"
"Don't pretend you haven't already claimed it as yours." He chuckled.
She playfully rolled her eyes and smiled, "Fine, let me rephrase. Want to borrow my sweater?"
Conrad grinned back at her, "I'm okay. I'll start the fire."
"I'll see if there's any food." Riven told him, although it was highly unlikely, she was sure nobody had been here since the summer.
She began to pull open cupboards, finding them empty of food. Riven yanked open the fridge but that was also empty. Her hand trailed along the cold kitchen surface as she wandered to another cupboard.
Riven opened it and found a container of hot cocoa sitting beside a bag of unopened marshmellows, "Oh, hell yeah!"
"Find something?" Conrad asked from the fireplace in the room next door. He was trying to strike a match.
"It's a surprise." She told him as she began prepping the drinks.
"Are you going to poison me?" He tried to hold back his laugh.
"You just focus on the fire." Riven said, pulling out a Simpsons mug and one that said Worlds Best Boss, "I'll focus on the murdering, thank you."
"Ha ha. You're hilarious." Conrad joked in a monotone voice. The match wasn't lighting the logs that were sitting in the fireplace, "I don't know why I can't get this fire started."
Riven feigned a gasp, "What?! I thought you were an Eagle Scout?"
His laugh echoed through the house, "Shut up."
When the hot cocoa was ready, Riven brought the two mugs into the living room. She placed Conrad's on the coffee table and kept a hold of hers, warming her hands.
