Basically My Brother...

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Kiara's POV:

14 years ago:

"Hey Kiki! Come here!" Lou, my Best Friend said to me, while hovering over the edge of a hill at the beach. I rushed over to him putting a strand of my hair behind my ear. "What is it Lou?" I asked looking at him when I reached him. "Look! We're up so high!" Louis said amused. "Oh... Yeah.." I said backing away from the edge. "Don't worry Kiki! I'll protect you!" Lou said to me in a heroic voice. I just laughed. "Kiara?" He asked me. "Yes, Lou?" I replied. "Promise me we'll always be best friends?" He pleaded. "I promise." I said and hooked pinkies with him. His eyes glistened and his smile widened. "Okay me'lady! Off we go!" He says grabbing my hand and leading me to our parents. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Present:

" 'Cause baby your a firework! Come on show 'em what you're worth!" My alarm clock bursted out. "Ahhh!!" I screamed. Almost 2 years with that alarm clock, still get scarred every time. I turned the alarm off and groggily got out of bed. I slipped into my bathroom and took a warm shower. I brushed my teeth and curled my hair slightly. I slipped on my skinny jeans, my neon pink tank top and light pink blazer. I grabbed my pink and white TOMS and clipped my bangs to the side. By now my mom and dad should be at work so it's just me and my younger sister, Kailey. I made some toast and eggs for the both of us. I started spreading Nutella on my toast and poured some orange juice into a cup, just as Kailey walked in, in her usual uniform. "Morning, Kailey!" I said as cheerful as I can at 6 in the morning. "Good Morning, Kiki.." She said half asleep. What she said tore my heart apart. Nobody, I mean NOBODY, has called me that except for one certain person. She saw my shocked expression and came over and patted my back. "Sorry.... I didn't want to make you feel sad and uncomfortable.." She apologized. "It's fine. I guess I should try to forget about that. And most importantly, him." I said trying to lock all the memories at the back of my head. I knew I couldn't just forget about it forever and just delete the memories of us, but I least I could make an effort. I dropped Kai at school and went to Lexi's house. (A good friend of mine but she's kind of a wannabee.)

I ringed her doorbell, and waited. The front door opened, and I saw a horrible-looking, overly stressed, Lexi standing their with her hand combing her blond hair, upward. "What happened to you?" I asked. She just yanked me inside as a response. "Need. help. now!" Was all she said before dragging me upstairs to her room. "Whoa! What happened in here?" I asked as I saw her room, clothes EVERYWHERE. "I need you to tell me what you think about this outfit to when over the hearts of my idols, and the 5 sexy beasts in my life, besides me, you, and Charlotte of course." She said while going to go change in the bathroom. Charlotte was my best friend. I told her everything. I even told her about Louis.

When Lexi came out, I can't even explain how horrible she looked. She looks like a complete whore. She was wearing very,very, VERY, short booty shorts, that barely covered her ass, a neon pink 'shirt' that looked more like a strapless bra then a shirt. Actually, not even a bra, half her 'boobs' were sticking out. She was wearing very high stilettos , and her make up looked like a clown threw up on her face. Her hair was trying way to hard to look sexy, but it just came out retarded. Ha! And the best part! A piece of toilet paper was sticking out from the back of her 'shirt'. "So.... What do you think? I look fabulous don't I? This is definitely going to win their hearts! Don't you think?" She says flattering herself, like she always does. "No, No, and possibly, if they're like most guys, definitely." I said in disgust. "What? What do you mean? I look amazing!" She exclaimed. "Yeah, Amazingly awful. No offense but you look like a rapped clown." I said trying not to sound that offensive. I clearly failed. "No I don't!" She said going all bitch on me. I swear, I have no idea why I'm friends with her, when she treats me like this. "I'd spend all of high school wearing clothes like this. People thought I was a slut?" She said hurt filled in her eyes. Sometimes she just gets to caught up in it that I get convinced that she's a bitch. "Well, Yes. I'm sorry! But I know how to help!" I said. "Come with me!" I said pointing to the guest room. I had some clothes here, just in case I sleep over. I opened my drawer, and grabbed some dark skinny jeans, a flowy white blouse, some black and white bracelets, and some white sandals. I did her nails and toes, and I curled her blond beautiful hair to perfection. I also fixed her make up to make it look more natural. For the rest of the day I showed her how to act in front of them, and to not be afraid to be a little sarcastic and bitchy at times. That shouldn't be a problem.