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Kendall's POV

Where was I? Oh, Eta. That's my brother's name. Etanam Anouk Berlusconi. He is younger than me by two years, but we were in the same class level.

First-year in college. I am in Ashton Fine Arts College with Ed, and Eta in the Scientifics College. Yep, the kid was intelligent. Our college was a big one, divided into three parts. The fine arts, the scientific, and the general homeground. But for the whole school, it was mandatory to have English as a major. Hence, we only met once with his class and the generals.

Eta...How would I describe Eta?

Eta is a ball of craze, a lifeline. A heartbeat, a warm smile, heck, he's life itself.

Eta helped me through my hell. He was there when I saw nothing but death, he gave me hope when I was drowning in despair, and he made me believe that my life was worth a second chance taken. That I should live and be happy. Even if it's for a moment.

And with the help of my therapists, Doctor Willa and Doctor Green, I became stable. Although he could be a meanie, annoying as hell, and a brat, he was still the best brother money could give. He was kind, loving, and the best.

Eta had mom's bright hazel eyes, his dad's pale skin that didn't freak you out like those vampires in the movies, everyone's curly hair that somehow always fell neatly on his forehead. He was tall too. About six feet two. He had a jawline that screamed handsome, and a smile that could melt your heart. In short, he was your handsome type. You know, your college typical nerd that just happened to not wear glass, tall as heck, had a smirk for days, was half Italian. You know, your regular hot type of eish.

Ok, back to my Saturday. When I got to Ed, she jumped on me with excitement.

She has always wanted to go on a shopping spree with me. A girl's day out is what she called it. While I was trying to put her down from her clinging on to me, she kissed me all over my face. I pushed her away from my face, but dang, the girl was strong. Her kisses were sloppy, mussy, and disgusting.

"I promise, I'll leave you and go home if you continue kissing me like that." I tried pushing her again and this time, she immediately let go of me. I smiled, satisfied.

"That is cheating." She pouted, folding her arms on her chest.

"Oh sweetie, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do to survive," I smirked.

Smirking was a family thing. Call it a Satori-Berlusconi thing. Ed looked betrayed for a second, then, of course, her anger diminished. That's what I also love about her. She easily forgave me, just me. I can't say much about others though, her ex-boyfriend ahem, but I always got an easy pass. Ed looked at my outfit and was satisfied, but that was before she saw my sleepers.

She was nodding and smiling but when she got to the feet, her jaw dropped.

"Heck no!" she exclaimed. "We are not doing this. You are not going to do this to me." She groaned.

"Oh, calm down." I took her hand and I pulled her inside.

"But-"

"Comfort before fashion," I explained. "You should be lucky I'm not pulling up like Miss Mabel." She grasped, halted in her steps.

Miss Mabel was our English teacher. That teacher had the worst fashion sense money could buy.

I mean, I wore clothes for comfort, but at least the colors I wore were monotone, so it wasn't that visible that I just took out anything, preferably something that didn't need ironing. I hated ironing and washing my clothes with all my heart. It's just one of those things that annoyed the life out of me. I mean, if I could, I would erase it out of our systems.

I have to brace myself before I do it. Sometimes I promise myself junk so to motivate myself to do it. Oh gosh, I keep drifting away from the main points, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm doing this all wrong. But anyway, I'll talk about what I remember, and then if I forget, I'll add along away, we cool?

Cool.

Ok now, Miss Mabel. She is a fashion mess. She can wear a neon yellow blouse with blue cotton stockings with small black dots, orange shoes, and a pink long shirt and top it with a green bag. Colorful, I know. She looks like a Christmas tree half the time. And her whiny voice just makes it all worse. So when she realized this, she nods her head.

"Makes sense." We continued walking.

When we got inside, we looked around to where we could sit. A waitress, Junie, her name badge read, came from behind us and inquired about what we were going to order.

"We'll order after we take a seat," I informed her.

She smile and helped us looking for a seat.

She then just randomly commented, "By the way, I love what you wearing." I looked at her and smiled, then I turned to Ed and my smile widen.

"It gives off homey vibes and, it's comfortable. I would wear that." She continued.

My smile widens some more.

"Whatever," Ed muttered.

A good day indeed.

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You know that moment where you are not supposed to meet someone, but it kinda happens and you regret it, but at the same time, you don't because it turns out to be the best thing that ever happens to you?

Yeah, this is how this whole mess started. With me and Eden-Hope trying to enjoy her version of girls' day out and bang, life-changing moment right there. So after we had ordered, I suddenly felt the urge to use the ladies' room, blame it on the lack of human interaction and the anxiety being around a lot of people, but yea, I needed the loo, and bam, there he was.

When I stood up, I saw him. With thick black hair and piercing blue eyes, this guy was so handsome. He was wearing black jeans with a sky blue cardigan. He also had a laptop bag with him. But what caught me off guard was the fact that he had glasses.

So my question would be, was I staring at him that much that I saw his eyes were blue? I felt someone shaking my body and to my surprise, it was Eden.

"Hello, earth to Ken." I snapped out of it off course, and when she asked me why I was in a daze, I couldn't answer.

The thing is, I would never lie to Ed, but it just felt wrong to tell her that I saw a very handsome guy.

Simply because I never liked guys. Not because I was lesbian, but I just found them annoying, and so did Eden. We were just those two girls that rarely spoke about guys. And when we did, it was usually something bad. So for the first time, I didn't know what to say to her.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Where did you go, Paris again?" Eden knew that I always wanted to go to Paris. It's one of those things you just wanted to do in life and would do just about anything to get it.

And so every time she saw me daydreaming, she just assumed it was about Paris.

"No Ed, I was around. Let's go." For the first time in like ever, I felt sick. Not the bad sick, but the butterflies in your tummy sick.

And I felt bad for not telling Ed because she was my best friend and she had the right to know.

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