I understand my brother's strictness down to the last inch, as well as his actions and worries. Even if I were to turn eighteen or twenty, to him, I would still be a baby... he would always be worried about me.
He was even more stricter than Dad. Andrew, my brother doesn't want me to see how I'm struggling or even for any mosquitoes to touch my skin. He doesn't want me to experience pain or difficulty perhaps because he stood up up beside mom while I'm still inside her womb, he witnessed everything or maybe because I was his brother or perhaps because his heart is pure.
His love was the kind that never hurts and never let's you down.
I've never had powerful love, let alone shallow love that isn't as deep as the ocean.
I couldn't find a sensible guy to try to fall in love with or I wasn't ready. In my school years, I never had a crush on or liked a boy. That's why my brother and I never had an arguments when it comes to boys, because honestly I'm not interested, and sometimes I'm worried about more of my heart.
My heart is like a fire. I feel nothing other than a wildfire in my heart that wants to burn itself.
I want attraction. I attract so much to people, but I am unable to feel the same passion... intensity toward them; perhaps this is because it cannot be pushed; perhaps it is nothing at all.
That's why when I found the fire that belongs to my own fire I could not promise that I wouldn't break my brother's heart.
I snapped back when I heard a soft knock on my door. It's him again, Kairus Dennis Brovarian. The cold, emotionless stone guy that we, I mean me and my bestfriend hated.
I exhale slowly while maintaining a serious tone. I screamed, "What! I'm still not finished!"
I smirked as he believed it quickly. I heard his footsteps leaving away. This is the first day to execute my plan to pissed him. My bestfriend hated him the moment he became emotionless jerk to us. Although what he did was right, sometimes doing what is right isn't always good.
Our planned that night was to let my drunk bestfriends sleep over at our place, but instead, my brother let Kairus drive us, and that stones guy escorted them inside, where they had to deal with the wrath of their parents. He didn't assist us in explaining anything or even letting me talk. My best friends were left to face their parents, and he simply dragged me to the car.
I stopped staring at myself, and the smirk that had been glued to my face vanished. I haven't stared at myself for this long in a while.
The admiration and praises I receive from everyone around me make me feel as though I don't need to look in the mirror. They always use the same word, "beautiful," to describe everything.
I've grown so far and so different.
My beauty effortlessly outstripped the others. I stood up and walked about with a lot of people, yet I still drawn interest easily. Everything around me is natural, and different.
My natural brown hair, which everyone tries to copy but can never quite equal exact perfect color. As the sun contacts my pupil, my light brown eyes become even clearer. My bow-shaped mouth, exquisite pointed nose, and curving, tall physique.
I screamed a western beauty. I don't have a drop of Filipino blood cause I am not a Filipino. What makes us still here, then? What brought us to the Philippines?
Because of its attract our heart.
We have a Filipina nanny in states. She is a wonderful grandmother to us and a great nanny. She is also calm and hardworking. We treat her as one. She tells many tales, and stories about her happy childhood experiences, as well as about their festivals and many other things. Her stories were like a book we were eager to open and explore.
When Nanny went back to her hometown my brother decided to go with her. He stayed here temporarily but decided to stay here while my parents lived to their hometown.
My brother moved here when he was a junior in high school, and I soon followed him after finishing primary school.
Filipinos are fun. They are rich in culture as well as their heart. Not only is their culture colorful, but also their heart. Their fortitude, bravery, and toughness. Their purest, most charitable soul. There are other side of the coin but it's understandable because we are different, we couldn't prevent gaps of that nature regardless, and we are just... human.
I may appear to be sweet and angelic, but on the inside, I'm a stubborn young lady.
I put my comb down after realizing that I had spent a lot of time thinking. I took a quick look at my watch and realized that I had timed my strategy perfectly. The time is currently 7:40, and our class will begin at 7:40. Kairus work will begin at 8:00.
It's Monday, so maybe being late is... understandable, but who cares if it's Monday?
I leave my room, and walked downstairs and I already imagine that this place is the best venue to party.
I imagined...
The white chandelier would turned wonderful into sparkling disco light. The dining room, which is attached to the living area, is a great place to
play and and drinking. The pool which also perfect every night for swimming and perfect spot for dancing.
Since my brother and his wife just finished building a new home, this home might technically be mine. But as the smoke started to form in my made-up scenarios, the happy thoughts disappeared. I have to put up with a new, heartless, workaholic roommate until the very last day of 2017. Just one month after this.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw his back in the dining room, I was astounded by his prolonged patience. Even though he is late, he still continues to wait.
However, he kept my allowance. Oh no, I almost forgot that my wallet, card, and allowance is in Kairus' hand. I grinned broadly. I could go to the mall and buy anything with my allowance. Realizing that I could get my money in a few seconds, I move more quickly.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. You know it's Monday, so it's too exhausting to wake up," I said, apologizing for taking so long to finish.
He remained still. I was astonished when he offered me the food since I thought he would ignore me.
"Before I drop you off at your school, let's have breakfast, first."
There's no feeling in it. Kelsey was right, my mind whispered as I glanced at his bother.
Kairus is handsome, but boring for me. His pointed nose was I think got him the best He looked better with his light brown skin tone.
His stance, broad shoulders, and bulging biceps. But for me, he was too good for his age... it's... intimidating at all.
I wonder why aren't people his age afraid of him? Instead, everyone seems hyped to attract his attention.
I was so busy staring at him, and I almost got an heart attack when his head moved to looked at me. I didn't expected that he'd would turn at my side that my heart really run so fast like it wanted to leave from its cage. I couldn't hear around but it only for seconds because he quickly looked away and my heart leap.
My heart race badly because he caught me.
He cleared his throat, and I quickly stared to my food infront. I bit my lip, and just registered the embarrassment.
This is embarrassing!
We started eating. I drink a water first, and then proceed to my intention. I said without looking at him, anymore. "I want to ask my allowance before you'll forgot."
"I'll give it to you, later. I'll give your one week allowance."
I smiled. I think I'm going to love school now, knowing that I can get my allowance and I can go to the mall any time I have free time unlike weekends that I have to stay here only. It's no more obeying this time.
"Your brother called. " He muttered, and I looked at him. My brother didn't called me anymore, and I didn't even texted them anyway or bother since it's their honeymoon time.
"He didn't called you because he was short of time." He continued. "He will call you this evening."
I nodded.
"About your curfew-
" What?!" I looked at him, shocked. I stared him frustrated especially watching his serious eyes." My brother didn't give me curfew or maybe he had! Before midnight!"
He shook his head." It's final." He said." Your curfew would be six in the evening-
"What?! No way!"
"-Your brother made it. You can talk to him this dinner."
My brother?! I an allowed way back before. He used to fetch me or I used to report it to him. Can't I do that? I feel so stressed now. I tried to calm my self to negotiate.
"Okay.." I said surrendered, "curfew be it, but I want it nine." I said
"No-
"Then, eight!" I said, closing my eyes.
He stopped.. I opened my eyes and moved my head to him, and I caught him staring at me but seriously like he was balancing his decision. He sighed and I think he let me have it my way.
"Seven, that's final." He said with finality. My shoulder fell, and my lips trembled.
I hate him!