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one.” I whisper to the camera before focusing it back on Tristan then back to myself.
    “Yeah, definitely going to marry him.”
    Tristan walks up to the camera, covering the lens with his hand.
    “Hey!” I whine.
    “What did I tell you about this camera Ev? Huh?”
    I guess he starts tickling me because I drop the camera. The video captures him sitting on top of me tickling my sides while I am screaming and kicking about.
    I start to gulp down my wine.
    I look over at Tristan and he is watching with a smile on his handsome face. I turn back to the video.
    “Sing for me Ev and I’ll stop!”
    “How can I sing for you while you’re tickling me? Huh? Stop!” I giggle. “Fine! I’ll sing for you. Just get off me!” I shove him off.
    “Oomph!”
    He sits up, smiling at me. Drake has now picked up the camera.
    “Come on Sunshine, sing for us!” Drake taunts.
    “He called me Sunshine,” I say, turning towards Tristan.
    “Yeah baby, he loved you too.” He turns back to the T.V.
    I put my hands on my hips in the home video just as I still do to this day and ask, “Well, what do you want to hear?”
    Drake focuses the camera on Tristan.
    “Well Trist, what do you want her to sing? You tickled her to death for some tunes, so what will it be?”
    Tristan looks away from the camera and to me smiling.
    “’I Will Always Love You’, that’s what I want to hear Ev.” He crosses his arms smirking.
    I can’t believe my own ears when I start belting out Whitney’s ‘I Will Always Love You’.
    “I can apparently sing,” I laugh.
    Tristan turns towards me. “I told ya. You’re amazing.” He smirks.
    I finish the song and Drake focuses the camera back onto his brother. And that is when I see it. Love at the tender ages of fourteen and fifteen. Tristan is looking at me with a look of tenderness and love. Drake tilts the camera to me then to himself.
    “They’re in love. Shhh, it’s some kind of big ass secret!”
    And the home video ends.
    “Intense,” I croak. “At that age, it was that intense?” I ask, filling my glass up again.
    “I told you.”
    “Okay, this next one is titled Jellyfish. I’m scared to ask,” I say with a laugh.
    “Well, let’s watch it so you can see. It’s the shock that will get you,” he laughs while putting the second one in the player. I notice he takes extra care in removing the first one and putting in the second one.
    “You know you once had copies to all these? You actually dubbed these for me and Drake.”
    “I’ll make a mental note to ask my family about them.” I really will ask them.
    “Don’t hold your wine during this one. You will laugh and spill it,” he points out.
    “Okay.” I giggle setting the glass down on the table.
    He pushes play.
    I see the beautiful ocean lapping up and down the shore.
    “Damn it Tristan,” I scream out to the ocean.
    “I told you that you cursed,” he smirks.
    “Where the hell is he, Drake?” The camera focus is bouncing around as I am apparently running.
    “Wait; is that him lying down on the beach?” Drake’s voice booms through the speakers.
    “Tristan! Tristan!” I scream while we run towards him.
    The sound of my voice is so frantic it breaks my heart listening to it.
    The camera falls to the sand. “Tristan, what the hell is wrong?” I ask frantically.
    “He was stung by a jellyfish.” Drake laughs when Tristan moans.
    “Damn it, you bastard.”
    I hear a slap from what I assume is me slapping him.
    “Did I just slap you?” I turn and ask.
    “You sure the hell did. Hurt like hell too.” he says, laughing.
    “Dude, you realize I’m going to have to piss on you, right?” Drake’s voice fills the speakers again.
    “Oh, I have to capture this shit. Oh yes, Tristan baby, this is going on record, especially for scaring me like that.” I pick the camera back up and focus it on the area where apparently Drake is pissing on his leg.
    I bust up laughing.
    “Oh. No. I. Did. Not.” I get out,