Dear Owen

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Owen.

I've always described people with colors. I believe each personality is tied up to a certain color. My dad for example, is a gray. It is hard to place him anywhere but gray. He is hard to understand or comprehend. My cousin is definitely a pink, all sweet and nice, she makes me think of a sweet asian girl with two pig tails at a pre-school, the kind of girl who would bring everyone cookies every Monday. My mom is a deep red, she is powerful and somewhat 'seductive', but him- I just cannot seem to place him anywhere.

I watch him open a bottle of beer and take a long sip. He scrunches his face as he reaches for the remote. "So, we're watching what?"

"The usual." He fools around with the remote until lands on dinner sports channel he was looking for. He takes a handful of pop corn and force all in his mouth, which he fails. I watch the popcorn fall on his lap, he glanced at them for a second. He washes the pop corns with another sip of beer.

"I bet Jang-01" he says with his eyebrows furrowed. He has put some sports show and there's some weird boxing going on. He leans in again, this time taking about two pop corns. "Dad?"

"Uh- obviously Mike."

"I bet Jang-01 too." My dad says coming into the room. He grabs my shoulder from behind me and gives me a short uncomfortable massage.

"Let's watch."

"Uh- no." I say. "I need to sleep"

He kisses the top of my head and walks in the poorly dimmed room.

"I bet a dollar though I'm broke." Guy adds. I smile as the rest laughs.

Guy. I just cannot place him.

I walk out and enter the opposite room, my room. I shut the door and walk to my bed where I throw myself with a huff.

The past two weeks were filled with my sleeps and constant need to do nothing. I haven't done anything productive at all. I have barely talked to my dad. I spent them dizzy and very nauseated. And in those two weeks, I have made sure not to miss breakfast with the Collins. At first, it was because I had never seen my dad with other people and act so natural. He has always been so uptight. But as the days went on, I noticed something, I noticed Guy.

Guy and his dad look like the same person in different stages of life. They both have dark brown hair, brown eyes, a very sharp jawline, they are both tall and pretty muscular. Their skin isn't exactly tanned, but also not pale. And I couldn't miss how how they dress the same too, a t-shirt and some sweat pants. They are not insanely handsome though, they are all average. I couldn't help but become jealous of Guy's physic though, I'm a year older but far from fit. I am slim and tall, which makes me look way skinny. I know I will get my weight back, but being in the same room with me makes me feel 12.

But it's not only his physic that I'm jealous of. It's everything. From the way he helps to make breakfast, to the way he effortlessly starts conversations. It was a skill I used to have, but somehow, from when I got sick I simply lost it- along with all the things I could do. It is the way he can have conversations with guys who are twenty to thirty years older with him, and most of all, the way he has a girlfriend, Natasha. I have never gotten free time with him alone though. Always my dad and his dad will be around. On Sunday I had this deep urge to ask my dad if I could go to his place, but I remembered we are not friends. Yes, he would help me by serving my breakfast and smiling at me every single time we'd lock eyes, but that didn't mean we were friends. Right? It simply could be him pitting me. Right?

I groan and grab my laptop. I put on some music and start playing some games. I play monopoly for hours, and only stopped when my door slightly open.

I sit up and watch at the dark shadow by the door.

"Can I switch the light on?"

"Yeah." The light switches ans I let my eyes adjust to the light.

"Hie."

"Hey." He walks in with a tray in his hand.

"The first time seeing you awake. I always come here to see you asleep." He checks on me?

"Um- yeah. Aftermath of being sick."

He simply smiles.

"I made you donuts yesterday, but you were asleep. So I put them in the freezer, I hope you like them although they're not fresh anymore."

"Oh- I like donuts, thanks."

"I have to go, promised Natasha I'll take her to the movies." he says checking the time on his phone.

"Oh."

"Wanna hang out, tomorrow afternoon? I can come over or you can come over?"

"I can come over."

"Great then. See you then."

He walks out and leaves me looking at full tray. I smile a bit staring at the baked goods, then the smile slowly turn into a grin.

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