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Predilection

PART 2 TO CONTRITION.

A hum carried the air as a figure quite joyously  danced around the kitchen. While happily slamming the oven door shut. Periwinkle blue eyes swam in amusement by seeing her aunt happily flouncing around the kitchen. Buttercup paraded around her own house and Brisa simply observed from the sofa. Walking away, Buttercup pulled off her sweaty shirt in the distance.

"Be back from a quick shower Brussel Sprouts!" 

"Aunty BC EW YOU'RE FLASHING ME." She shielded her eyes with her hand. A flustered smile came upon her face. Loud boisterous laughter echoed from far away.

"Honey, people would die to get flashed by me and here you are being ungrateful." Buttercup teased fully emerged in a joking tone. 

"No thank you! I'm fine. Go wash your cardboard self."

A snort. "Last time I checked it wasn't opposite day. Also say that to the tissue shoved up your shirt." 

Brisa's cheeks flamed. "I don't do that!" Banter was normal between the two.

"Relax kiddo, I know. Your mom did though."

The shower was rammed on.

Meaning the teen had some time to herself now.

Echoes of the wide TV caught her attention. A footballer was getting interviewed about his fame and success. Little kids happily swarmed around him. The interviewer held a mic to his face.

"- I'm so thankful for everything that has occurred in my life. Even if I did spend my childhood in poverty." The young adult spoke.

"How did you get into this position?"

"I have to thank my trainer. He is such an amazing guy. He isn't a professional, but he plays really good. An ordinary guy. Well you may know him as the guy, or the mechanical engineer who invented the hovering cars a few years ago. He came to our village to help everyone and occasionally taught the children there. Although, none of us knew he was a celebrity who invented flying cars. But he was our everything, generous in every way possible. My whole village now has sustainable housing with essentials that we needed because of him. I owe it to him. I may only be 19 but he has taught me a lot in my lifetime."

The reporter laughed jovially. "Wow, sounds like an amazing guy. We must see him one day. What's his name?"

The male laughed as well. "Oh he's here with us. We managed to grab a hold of him before he goes off to another country to give aid. A big round of applause for him!"

A chorus of claps rang as a figure stepped into view. His tall figure loomed over the shorter boy. The sun shone down on his soft black spikes, which slightly curled around the corners. Brisa couldn't help but be drawn to the designer glasses he wore, which made him look overly sophisticated. They looked fake at the same time. The sun also blessed his eyes with such a soft, but deep shade of green carefully contained behind the glass. A worn  smile creased onto his features.

His deep and rough voice tumbled out. "Ah thank you, thank you. It's no big deal really. It's our job as humanity to help out people. 

"Of course." The reporter agreed. "But may I ponder why you spend 83% of your net profit and revenue on charities and organisations?"

The large figure blinked and so did Brisa.  What kind of stupid question was that? To help everyone surely?

The emerald eyed male had now shifted tones. "Well, just because I'm stashed with earnings doesn't mean I can't help others get amazing opportunities like I did. Mostly, I have grown up with people..." He decided to carefully pick his words. "With people more caring than me, hence why I'm just returning it back to them."