M e n - C h a p t e r O n e

Finishing the glass of fresh cold apple juice, I placed the glass back on the table and picked up the novel I was reading. Today was simply perfect. After two weeks of nonstop cleaning and unpacking, I was finally ready to REALLY live in this new house. Now I can relax and enjoy--

Ding Dong.

The doorbell.

Who could that be?

I opened the door.

It was him.

What did he want?

"Can I move in?"

I gawked. Now wasn't that a direct question?

"My apartment's remodeling," he simply said, as if it explained everything.

Well, you know what? It didn't.

"And what does THAT, have to do with me?" I asked, as I cross my arms.

His hands slapped on both of my bare shoulders and stayed there, holding me in place, while taking another step closer. I don't like this. Why did he have to be so tall? Now I have to tilt my head back to see his entire face or else I'd be staring at his chest, which by the way wasn't a bad sight since he goes to the gym every morning before dawn, BUT it'd be rude of me if I wasn't looking at him, right?

Man, this made me feel vulnerable. Gosh why couldn't I just be a FEW inches taller huh? All I ask for is another inch or two! That's not too much to ask for is it? Sure it isn't! With my luck though, I never get what I ask for, nope, never. Not once.

He was smiling and with those eyes of his; eyes that create sparks and take away your soul. Yep, it's confirmed. I am susceptible. He's the devil, I tell you, devil.

"I need a place to stay, Gill," he said in a rather soft and sweet sugary voice. There goes the dessert for tonight!

I rolled my eyes; pretty sure it didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Seriously, what woman can roll her eyes to that face and that voice?!

"Well, don't you have any FRIENDS and what about all those women you flirt with? You can stay with them. I'm sure it'd be more exciting than housing with your ex-girlfriend," It came out more sarcastic than I intended. Good. It made me appear confident, I hope.

"Where else can I go to find someone as beautiful as you?"

He had a point, a very good one. I see he still has taste! Ok I know, who can deny my good looks? He'd be blind if he thought otherwise! Seriously--

As I was caught in my self-absorbed bubble, he lightly pushed me aside and stepped into my safe and comfort zone, yep my house. Dang, how many times have I told myself not to listen to his sweet-talk?

Millions of times, and every time I failed. Geez, I hate him.

"Bosco--"

"Let's talk later. My throat's burning. Do you know how hot it is outside?" he asked and looked around, "Where's the kitchen? I'm dying of thirst,"

I glared and imagined myself throwing daggers at him. That'd be nice, in an evil kind of way.

"You know you look cute when you're angry, right?"

The imaginary daggers vanished.

Awwwwww! He said I looked cute! That's so sweet! He noticed I'm cute, even when I wanted him dead! Gah! I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy now--

Maybe it's the heat. I'm beginning to melt again.

Without thinking, I pointed to the kitchen and told him, "There's apple juice in the fridge!"

He walked away satisfied.

Oh! What did I just do? Not again. I let him sweet-talk me TWICE in one day?! How can that happen?

Turning around I slammed the door close so hard I could almost feel the whole house shake.

How can he trick me so easily? This isn't right! Argh! What an idiot! And no, I'm not talking about me!

I stopped myself, as I was about to throw the pillow cushion. Wait. Let's rewind. Was someone standing outside? Did I just bang the door in their face? Oh no, did I injure someone? I'm pretty strong and plus the force of the door-- Aiya! I hope I didn't kill him!

Swinging the piece of wood open, I saw him. Yeah, there he was, in a T-shirt, long shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. His hair was a mess, had a diamond-studded earring on his left earlobe, and was smiling; didn't look injured to me. Ok, who was this guy?

And that's exactly what I asked, "Who are you?"

Rude, but I'm not in the mood to be polite right now when my ex-boyfriend is in MY kitchen guzzling down MY apple juice and I'm just recovering from the shock of almost have murdered someone.

He still looked happy though, "I'm Edison, I just moved in next door,"

So, he's the boy next door. Great. It's neighbor-bonding time, eh? Fantastic, except for the fact that my ex-boyfriend is in my house drinking juice! Yeah, I'm still not able to get over it.

Alright, smile, I commanded and I did, "Nice to meet you, I'm Gillian and I live here,"

Did, I sound stupid or what?

"Sorry I closed the door in your face. I didn't really see you there. You're not hurt or anything right?" Hah! I wouldn't even believe it if he did say he was injured. He looked fine!

"It's ok. I got out of the way before it hit me,"

Good. Now I don't need to worry about needing to see him in court.

"So you live here by yourself?" he asked.

My answer would have been yes, if it wasn't for the person who suddenly crept up from behind me and placed an arm around my shoulder. Yes, that would be Bosco.

"No, she lives here with me,"

The boy next door, that's what I'll call him since I've already forgotten his name, looked at Bosco and asked, "You are?"

"I'm Bosco," he replied both grinning at me and the visitor, "I'm Gillian's younger brother,"

WHAT?! What did he say his relationship with me was? My YOUNGER brother?! He's older than me by a whole year! How can he make up such a LIE? He wished he was YOUNGER than me! Oh I want to strangle him right this instant!

My eyes were glued on him and I was inaudibly cursing.

He of course ignored me; I guess I should be thankful he didn't say something like 'Oh Gillian, you're an angel when you curse' or some sort of crazy line.

"Hey Bosco, I'm Edison," I heard him say and paused for a moment before adding, "You know, I do see the similarities between you two!"

My jaw dropped and it would be a miracle if it returns to its normal position. What in the world did this guy just say? Bosco and I looked alike? Was he insane?

I was speechles, for real, I've become mute during the rest of the conversation.

They chatted like old friends for a few minutes that lasted a lifetime for me, before the boy next door decided to go home and finish unpacking.

As soon as he was gone, I magically got my voice and mind back in gear. Though, before I could proudly push Bosco away and gain my self-esteem back, he had already let go of me and closed the door. So... on to plan B, yelling!

"Bosco Wong! Why did you say you were my brother?!"

He found a comfortable spot on the sofa and grabbed the remote, "What else could I tell him? You don't want everyone to know that your ex-boyfriend is staying here, do you?"

True, but who said I was going to let him stay here?

Apparently, he could read minds.

"Gill, please?" he pleaded with a sad face.

I hate that face. He always wins with that face and I always lose!

"It'll just be three months," he tells me, "Please? Just this one little favor,"

'Just this one little favor'? Well... I guess he really wasn't asking for much. He's in a time of need. What kind of person would I be if I said no? That would be so mean! Three months... just three months... it'll pass by quick...

As I was lost in my moment of doubt, he took the chance and thanked me, "I knew you had a good heart, Gill,"

Do you know how well, that sounded? Being complimented is just too flattering. It was making be feel all giddy inside--

Yep, he won again.

"Hey Gill, can I ask you to do one more thing for me?'

Sure why not? I'm already lending him a place to stay, what's one more little thing?

"Can you get my bags out of the car? I'm too tired from driving,"

Oh is that all? Psh! That's nothing! Of course I--

Wait. Stop.

Hold it.

He asked me to do WHAT for him? Get his bags?! Did he think I was his MAID?

All right, the giddy feelings gone. Where are those daggers of mine?

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C/C? :shy:

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hahaha, your story is soo funny! and it's cool how you have a different picture for each chapter