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"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. 
"What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. 
I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. 
"Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a  while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. 
He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. 
He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love?

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

My 3 in 1

I arrived home with a troubled mind. I don't know how to accept, knowing that it was just my relatives who were trying to do this to me.

And of all people, it was Betina? We had been pretty close since we were kids. Not until Ziggy entered my life. I lost track of Bettina, and my life began to circulate on Ziggy.

However, I don't think that's enough reason for her to plant a grudge on me.

I looked over our kitchen, our sala, and even every bedroom. How can I keep this house? This was the only thing left for me. I wouldn't have everything if I lost it.

But there's still hope tomorrow will be a new day for me to fight against all the predicaments that life has thrown on me.

I only need to have a good night's rest tonight and pretend that everything was fine.

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