CONTRADICTED STARS || L. PARTRIDGE [1 | EDITING]

O4. Little Miss Scholar

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"CAN YOU believe this, Dior? Our amore is finally graduating! College life? How exciting!" Francis exclaimed as he fixed my robe, brushing every non-existent dirt on my shoulder. She wouldn't exactly call it college once she set foot in London, for this was University for them, although the concept seemed similar in a way. She brushed it off once her feather silenced his other father with a stern taunting look.

"Ang ingay ng baklang 'to." Dior said which made us all laugh.

〔 TRANSLATION. Bakla is a word for a homosexual male, and it can either be used in a sentence as that or used as a name with the exact meaning. The whole sentence translates to 'This ( gay man ) is noisy' intended to chastise the character for being loud as a warning. 〕

"You love me." My Italian-lover of a dad answered. They both secretly smiled at each other before turning back to their own business.

Francis placed his palms on my cheeks and smiled, pecking my forehead. I never knew how the love of a biological parent felt, but knowing I have two great ones who love each other so dearly, I forget that I was even given away. "Just know that we're very proud of you, amore."

I smiled and nodded. That sentence alone almost made me tear up right here and then. The way they cared as if I were their very own touched my heart to the softest spot anyone could ever have their words in contact.

"This scholarship you have on your hands right now has helped us all in so many ways," Dior said. "We may have a lot of audience, but there's still a debt I'm helping my mother pay. I'm glad that you worked so hard to help us, hija."

I nodded and hugged them both tightly. Francis turned his head to Dior and gently placed his lips on his cheek. I could hear them chuckle to each other and what a happy family it was.

And, of course, Priya was included as well, but she was too busy with her phone. Besides, she was not someone to be rendered affectionate at all. Unless it was Louis Partridge you'd have her want to treat him that way.

"Do you guys want me to take a picture of you?" She asked.

"Yes, please!"

"Join us, Priya!"

"Yes, Tito!"

Once the picture was taken, I went back to my seat to wait for my name to be announced and receive my award.

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MEANWHILE IN Wandsworth, London in front of an active hearth stood Louis laughing with his family and friends, celebrating the same occasion.

"College. How bad can it be?" William questioned. They all laughed. Louis shook his head in disagreement. He was sure University was going to be the same as the other years, only worse.