The Opener

Part 3 1/2: "Cookie?"

Name: Cornelius Nathaniel Kane
(A.k.a Cookie (you'll see why in a few chapters....))
Age: 23
Birthday: October 21, 1996
Eye color: Blue-gray
Hair color: blackish-brownish
Height: 6"1
Ntionality: American-Japanese
Fave color: Yellow
Fave movie: Casper the Ghost
Fave basketball player: Stephen Curry
Fave anime: Kuroku no Basket
Fave food: Oysters
Fave animal: Opah Fish
Personality:
He's arrogant (well, to most peeps), he can beatbox, loves oysters, likes wearing headbands around his wrist, he enjoys collecting bookmarks. He doesn't like reading, he's "innocent" (whatever that means.... *wink* *wink*), he loves to wear headphones that's not connected to anything or playing any music, he enjoys listening to the band One Direction, he likes mud, he looks like a "bad boy", he likes watching HowtoBasic tutorials in YouTube.

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Cornelius. When I first heard that name, the only thing in my mind was a unicorn and peanuts. I couldn't care less about the boy that made my roommates in college drool. All that mattered was getting a degree, finishing college, getting a good job with a good pay, and earning money for my family. That was it.

But then, when I got to know him more, my perspective changed. Study dates and group projects gave me a closer look at Cornelius Nathaniel Kane. He actually wasn't so bad. Good looks, intelligent, rich family. Pretty much most girls' "dream boy".

He was a good friend of mine. Until he wasn't. All of a sudden, he turned into this, this person that didn't know. This person that gave a cold glare to everyone who passed by him. A lot of rumors spread about him. People say that he lost someone he love, others said he was heartbroken, but I didn't really mind. I just let him be. And that's how it was.

If you ask me, Cookie is someone you could compare to a wall. Sturdy and firm but someone you can lean on. Depend on. Although, unlike a wall, he's not gonna just stand there and stay quiet. He would listen to what you're saying, and comfort you. Unlike a wall he felt. And his feelings were always true.