/bɛz.mɛ̃/

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 I'd know you in the dark. From a thousand miles away. There's nothing you could become that I haven't already fallen in love with.

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N o t e 

Hey loves! I hope you all enjoy this - if you don't, I apologise, it is the best my brain can come up with at like 2 in the morning.

Unedited because it is currently 4 in the morning, so I am a lazy ass - so I apologise for any mistakes. 

PS - Damien on the side!

PPS - I entered Hers in the #Wattys2016 because I am a persistent gal like that. So please, show some support! ^^

Enjoy! <3 x

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 James looked nothing like Aaron.

Canary yellow tresses and pine green eyes, James looked nothing like Aaron's dark chocolate hair and azure eyes. The resemblance laid in the structure of their noses and the points of their eyebrows, and Rose could see the similarity after she spent quite a bit of time with James.

"Of course Aaron is attractive," He said when they played a random game of 20 questions. "He's my brother."

Rose tried not to laugh. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"My genetics run in him, and that is what's making him attractive," James said casually, shrugging. "That explains why he's so handsome."

Rose could see the cloud of pink that settled on Aaron's cheek. "We don't even look anything alike," He explained, a pointed look on his features.

James shrugged again. "But that doesn't change anything either – you are still handsome because we share the same genes." He looked to Rose, smiling. "Next question please."

"Actually, I'm hungry," Rose said, frowning. "Are you?"

James glanced at Aaron. "A girl that likes food is a keeper." He said, winking. "So I am going to ask this again, but can I please marry her?"

"No," Aaron said flatly, closing Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets seated on his lap.

"Is it because she's older than me? It can most definitely be arranged –"

Rose laughed. "How about we talk about the wedding plans while we get something to eat?"

James nodded. "We can make cookies! I've never made cookies, so it will be so cool and interesting and who in the world doesn't love cookie, I mean it is sinful to not love cookies, especially chocolate chip ones and I can't even comprehend how people can –"

"James," Aaron said. "Spare us the word vomit, and can we please get baking?"

"In all fairness, I think it was excited word vomit," Rose said. "And it was adorable."

"This is why Aaron and I are brothers Rose,"

"James,"

But it was beautiful seeing the two brothers cramped up in the kitchen; James' small figure only reaching Aaron's hips as he tried yet again to whisk the eggs – How hard can it be? Now Aaron please pass the whisk, and oh, there goes a shell – while Rose piled together the dried ingredients for the dough, to which James also insisted on measuring out cup of sugar – Fun fact, brown sugar is brown because of the molasses – and Rose honestly couldn't stop smiling when she noticed how some flour slipped from Aaron's hands and fell on top of James' hair, but Aaron still managed to get some on his nose.

Perplexed eyes when Rose and Aaron tried to find the baking powder – Where could it be we looked through every drawer and shelf – but it was James who found it hidden just underneath the packs of flour – I just asked George, and he told me – and it took a while before they actually found everything. Spatulas, measuring spoons and cups, vanilla extract and chocolate chips, Aaron and Rose were like masses of moving limbs with no neurotic impulses as they tried and tried to search with mutters of Where in the world could it be and mumbles of How about we use our hands instead of a hand mixer, while James scrambled to find the lost items.

I am going to find them, and then Rose is going to marry me.

James!

Aaron also quickly pecked Rose's temple when he'd pass by her to get a bowl; grinning as he made sure James didn't see anything, but smiling when Rose went on her tippy toes and gave him a kiss to his jaw – You know, James could see you any minute – but Rose was too enhanced on how the flour on Aaron's nose made his eyes all that much bluer to even care.

"And now just let it sit in there for a while," Rose smiled as she put the cookies in the oven, peeling the mittens off her hands.

"Yum," James grinned, green eyes twinkling. "Now about our wedding..."

"James,"

"Aaron you're no fun," Rose noticed how James' British accent was so much more prominent that Aaron's, but she could always she a octave or two that sounded just like his elder brother.

Aaron just shrugged. "Stop talking about marrying my girlfriend."

"Not my fault you didn't marry your girlfriend yet,"

Aaron smirked lightly, and Rose could feel his fingers play with the ring on her finger – Oh my goodness I can't breathe – "You wouldn't know," He told the blonde haired boy, his blue eyes blazed with amusement.

"Please," James rolled his eyes. "I would know a woman is married just by looking at her – oh."

Rose could see Aaron fight the smirk on his lips, but he did grin profoundly. "Like I said," He stated calmly. "You wouldn't know."

"I don't believe you," James was mouth agape, staring at the ring rest on Rose's third finger like it was just a fragment of his imagination. "Is that real?"

Rose couldn't do it anymore. "No James listen –"

"Of course it's real," Aaron scoffed, sending his brother an unamused look. "What do you think of me as such?" Aaron even did the extra effort to flash his own ring to James.

James looked like he was going to pass out. "So you mean to tell me that you both are married and, and I wasn't invited to the wedding?" James quirked an eyebrow at his elder brother. "This is an outrage."

"Outrage?" Aaron was grinning subtly now, and Rose wanted to giggle. "How so?"

"You forgot the Guest of Honor you moron, no wonder she never brings it up."

"James,"

"And that's also why she insists on marrying me," He added casually. "Because I was always the one more fit."

"Okay you are not having this conversation with me –"

"Why do you seem so surprised though?" It was James' turn to smirk, green eyes glinting. "I was always a lady's man."

"You didn't even hit puberty yet!"

"Well, as if you did, the only thing you became was extra taller."

"James –"

"Hating on me because I'm right," James glanced at Rose. "Is this the manner you treat your younger brother with?"

"I wouldn't know," Rose said. "I'm an only child."

"Is this the manner you would treat any other human being with?"

Rose stifled a laugh. "Of course not," She gave a disappointed look to Aaron. "He's only 8 Aaron, stop being so harsh on James."

"Harsh? But he's being –"

"I've only ever been good to people," James said innocently. "And yet, I always seem to be treated in an ill mannered fashion." He turned to Rose again, and she could see the fake, but very realistic frown etched on James' lips. "Is that right Rose?"

"Of course it isn't," Rose said, pouting slightly as she gave James a hug. "You deserve more than that."

Aaron was baffled at his brother's act, but James just glanced up to him and grinned. "I do, don't I brother?"

"James you little –"

"Well you've always been a tosser anyway."

"Tosser?" Rose asked, puzzled.

"James for God's sake what did I tell you about using slang?" Aaron sighed, his lips thinned. "She isn't British, she won't understand."

James just smiled at Rose. "It just means idiot Rose, nothing to worry about."

Rose smiled back. "He has always been a tosser hasn't he?"

"Please, James has always been a blood wonker too, okay?"

"Well you are currently a nutter who –"

"No before we resume to your arguing, the cookies are done," Rose was giddy, practically running to the kitchen as she pulled the cookies out; yelling They're so beautiful! as she settled them on the kitchen counter.

All arguments seem to have evaporated from James' mind when he took one look at the cookies, and almost immediately, rushed to the fridge and grabbed the milk carton. "If you tell me you don't have your cookies with milk, I am going to have to ask you politely to leave."

Rose shook her head. "I have mine with chocolate milk."

"So Aaron, is it still a No to the whole marrying her thing?"

"James, for fuck's sake –"

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"I've spoken to a doctor, and I am technically considered dead until I get my second cup of coffee," Rose said, giving James a look that only meant she needed caffeine. 

"Rose," Aaron gave her a pointed look. "You know you can't have any coffee."

"But I just had one –"

"It was decafe," Aaron told her.

"But you always gave me coffee at the café –"

"Decafe too," Aaron smiled at her sheepishly. "I was going to tell you,"

"So you mean all this time I've been on decafe coffee without even knowing?"

"Well if it makes you feel any better, Aaron made me eat my greens by blending them into my ice cream without me knowing," James interjected, grimacing at the memory. "I knew it tasted weird, but Aaron just told me to eat up."

Aaron shrugged. "He didn't like cabbage, and it was important, what was I supposed to do?"

"Oh I don't know," Rose said. "Tell him like a normal person would?"

"But that's boring," Aaron reasoned. "I thought you knew me better than that."

James gave his brother a look. "Don't start with us."

"Frankly, I did all of that for the sake of both of your healths, so I am sensing how ungrateful both you morons are –"

Rose shrugged. "A heads up would have been appreciated."

"And to think you married this blood wanker," James muttered. "I have excellent posture, and good hair. Why wouldn't you want to marry me?"

Rose stifled a laugh. "You sure?"

"Absobloodylootely!" James exclaimed, shaking some blonde strands off his eyes.

"For God's sake, no swearing!" Aaron said, rolling his eyes. "How many times do I have to say this?"

"Just because you fancy her, it doesn't mean I can't be chuffed about my hair."

"No slang either!"

Rose just giggled though. "I do like your hair though," She said as she ruffled James' sunlit hair. "It's neater than Aaron's."

James looked proud; his pine eyes glittering smugly. "See? I told you Aaron, beauty sleep helps."

"You don't even make any sense you idiot," Aaron said as he shoved another cookie in his mouth.

"At least I make handsome sense," James said, grinning. "Better than nothing."

"You have 30 seconds before I will personally handle you," Aaron said. "You're embarrassing me."

"Please," James scoffed. "If anything, you're embarrassing me."

"That's it –"

"I hate to interrupt the cat – my apologies, I meant the dog – fight that is about to emerge, but I am here to inform you all that lunch will be scheduled in the backyard. Please do wear something light, the weather has lost the plot."

"George, slang."

"Of course, pardon me Rose. The weather has gone much too reckless for my liking."

"Alright," Rose smiled. "A dress will be good?" She could feel Aaron's pulse through his palms.

"That would be lovely," George smiled at her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I still do have some arrangements to tend to, so by all means, do go on with the dog fight."

"Well what if I wanted it to be a cat fight? Isn't that kind of sexist of you?" James said, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced at Rose.

Rose was trying hard not to laugh.

"As you prefer James, I just presumed that dogs would be more preferable to you since they were always your favourite animal," George reasoned calmly. "But if you will, then please, do continue with the kitten licks and tickle fights."

"I do not kitten lick!"

"Of course you don't, James," But even George was finding it hard to suppress the smile from his lips. "Now, if you'll excuse me." George gave them one more smile before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

"But speaking of tickle fights..." James looked at Rose mischievously. "You aren't ticklish, are you?"

"O–Of course n–not, that would be ridiculous," Rose stuttered, giving James a beam.

"More of that later," James grinned. "But have you been to the doctor lately? Because you're lacking Vitamin Me,"

Rose really couldn't help but giggle. "Oh my goodness that was so good –"

"James!"

"On a scale of 1-10, you're a 9 because I am the 1 you need." Rose was in hysterics now.

"If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cutecumber."

"Stop flirting with my girlfriend, it's creepy!"

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In precisely 35 minutes, Rose was dressed in one of her flowy lace dresses; lace detailing embroidered only on the torso and synched at the waist, but only had quarter sleeves and reached just above her knee. It was a dress Rose was comfortable in, and it didn't exactly accentuate how curvy she was, so it has always been one of her favourites.

She also decided to curl her hair with the curling iron Lana packed in for her (She also had to call the hazel eyed girl on how to use that thing) and it wasn't as nice as when Lana did it, but it was alright, and Rose was satisfied with that much.

She and Lana were in constant contact with each other; Rose practically blabbering on how adorable Aaron's little brother was, and Lana did occasional drop the hint of Aiden every now and then, and Rose knew it was just a matter of time before it would be out in the open.

"Please tell me you didn't burn yourself," Lana said on the other end of the phone. "I packed in the cautionary glove for that precise reason."

"I don't think the burn is that bad though," Rose told her, glancing at the pinkish bruise right at the side of her neck. "But it really hurts."

Lana let out a dramatic sigh. "Put some cold water or ice on it, and then some ointment. It won't hurt as much after that you idiot,"

Rose nodded. "Alright, seems easy enough."

"I want pictures," Lana demanded. "And I need James to be in them."

"You got it," Rose replied, making a note to take her phone with her.

"I need to see Aaron's face when he sees you in that dress,"

"Lana!"

"You wouldn't know Rose," She snickered, and Rose could hear the eye roll in her voice. "It's so fun to see a guy lose his shit over you."

"You probably just need to calm down," Rose laughed. "He doesn't lose his shit over me."

"Like I said," Lana replied. "You wouldn't know." There was a pause. "Now go my child and make an impression, I wouldn't want you to be late – remember, mascara goes on the top and bottom."

"Noted," Rose said, eyeing the tube of mascara right across her.

"Alright then," Lana said. "Bye, and have a good time."

"Bye," Rose smiled, before Lana hung up and she quickly swiped some mascara on her top and bottom lashes.

It felt weird to put mascara on the bottom, but Rose's nerves were starting to act up, and she couldn't really help but double check everything; pinching her cheeks just to give them a small tint of colour before she slipped on her sandals and left Aaron's room.

She somehow knew her way around the mansion (But it was still like a maze to her), so when she passed James' room, she could hear shuffles and quieted screams that echoed through it.

"I am not wearing that James, are you kidding? I will look like a bloody twelve year old!"

"But it will match Rose's dress you idiot! Besides, it looks bee's knees on you!"

"James, no slang!" A pause. "Wait, how do you even know what Rose is wearing? Or more importantly, when did you see what Rose was wearing?"

"I didn't see her change you pervert, she kept it on the bed while she showered!"

"Why were you in my room to begin with?"

"I just happened to pass by your room! Are you going to wear this or not?"

"I am not!"

"Fine! We'll look for another one!"

More shuffles could be heard, and Rose was on the brim of giggling her head off, but she decided to leave the two bickering brothers while she went ahead to the backyard – clearly, she had to ask directions, but she managed to find her way.

"It is a lovely day out," George was at the grill, surprisingly out of his black tuxedo, and instead, opted for some jeans and a blue button down. "Please Rose, take a seat."

"Thank you for inviting me," Rose said bashfully. "It's been a while since I had lunch out."

"It was no issue at all," George smiled, propping up the grill. "And you look lovely."

"Thank you," Rose could really feel her cheeks tingle. "You look awesome too, by the way."

"It does feel nice to not wear a suit every once in a while," George grinned. "Ah, there come the boys."

James was the first one that came running towards Rose, enveloping her in a hug. He just wore some simple shorts, and a red shirt as his hair wafted with the wind. He wore a toothy smile too. "You look pretty Rose, you really do."

"Aw thank you James," Rose laughed, kissing his cheek. "You look ravishing too."

Rose being a rebel, decided she wanted to sit on the grass instead; it felt nice and it had truly been a while since she had been to a beautiful backyard.

Flowers of all sorts grew around them, and the vivid colours were striking, yet they were so pleasing to the eye, and whirled an essence of nectar and honey.

James sat gingerly beside Rose, the smile never leaving his face.

"Hey, I would appreciate it if you gave my girlfriend some space."

Dressed in khaki pants and a simple white shirt, Aaron gave the outfit so much more credit that it should've, and Rose thought she could feel her bronchi tangle with each other and knot her breathing tube.

"H–Hey," Poor girl even forgot how to speak.

"Hey," Aaron smiled, on dimple indenting his cheeks as he sat down beside Rose. "You look beautiful," He told her, linking their fingers together.

"Too bad I told her first," James stuck his tongue out at the blue eyed boy.

"Woah, George careful!" Aaron's electric blue eyes widened as he watched the old man start up the flames. "Just wait, I'll give you a hand." He gave Rose a small kiss on the temple before dashing off to help George, and Rose just noticed how much taller Aaron was; almost seven inches above George as they maneuvered the grill around and got it firing.

The white shirt framed Aaron's shoulders so beautifully that Rose was starting to think that it wasn't the sun that was making her sweat and the way his muscles moved when they were moving the grill made and Rose couldn't breathe couldn't breathe couldn't breathe –

"You know," James whispered beside her. "I've never seen Aaron so happy before."