Last week of summer, 2009
I was up early. Just like my daily lazy routine, I stared at my face on my vintage mirror, which has been so honest to me for years now. What should I do? I closed my eyes and tried to flash memories of us. We had an awesome childhood. I tried to recall more of our silly games, jokes, funny moments, and even our chubby faces but my mind kept on drifting away, it was like my heart was controlling my brain, refreshing the memory of that exact day. Travis kissed me. He kissed me. Kissed me. Once again, I felt the butterflies dancing inside my stomach. When I opened my eyes, I didn't know I was smiling...like a dog, just like what my sister told me.
One thing was clear. Travis still has feelings for me and I was feeling the same way too. No matter how hard I tried to avoid him, I could still find my way back to Travis. I thought of telling him what I feel, but I was scared he would choose our friendship over love, just like what I did to him long before.
"You should tell him." Tris said while entering my room. I almost jump in surprise.
"Wait. Why are you here? Tell him what?" I asked quickly.
How did she know? She can read minds now? I was starting to get scared of my sister.
"Tell him what you feel, idiot." She said. Her face was serious. Really serious.
"Why would I tell him? I mean, I'm not even sure if he's..." Before I could finish, my sister forced me to stand up and dragged me to my window.
"Ouch." I said and tried to let go of her hand.
"He's leaving this morning." She said with a sad tone.
When I looked across the street, I could see him loading his car with bags and stuff. Oh no. I thought he would stay until my birthday. My heart began to pound with pain, making me struggle in its every beat.
"Hurry. Go to him then tell him." She said then kissed me on my forehead.
She left me alone in my room. Though she's rude and annoying most of the time, she still knows when to be an older sister to me. Good thing she didn't see my almost-pouting-lower-lip.
"Thanks, Tris." I murmured.
I tried to set aside the sadness that I was feeling. If this would be his last day here, well I gotta do something. I looked again at myself in the mirror. He shouldn't see me like this! I quickly browsed my messy closet and tried to find a nice dress. I can say that looking for something nice to wear on an emergency case like this is one of the typical female dilemmas. My sister and I have lots of clothes but I just couldn't find the perfect one. I already searched in Tris's closet, which has an 'off-limits-to-Kate' sign, but her clothes are either so girly or too revealing. So I ended up with my plain peach dress that falls flawlessly above my knee which I only wore once when Tris turned eighteen. Lucky that I gained weight, it fitted perfectly. I let my curls untied because they seemed to cooperate this time. And for the last touch, I put eyeliners because the last time I had eyeliners, Trav said it made my brown eyes sparkle even more. Before I left our house, I had few rounds of modeling, talking, and smiling in front of my mirror, just making sure I would look great in front of him.
"Breathe. Breathe. Breathe." I kept on chanting these words while twirling my curls as I head to their house. I was about to knock when someone opened the door.
"Hey. You must be Kate? Come in." The strange-good-looking-girl said.
She gave me one perfect gorgeous smile but I just raised my brows in return. I failed to ask her name because she hurriedly flipped her long blonde hair and turned her back at me. I rolled my eyes several times as I followed her upstairs heading to Trav's room. Who is she? She's too beautiful to be a housekeeper. I was sure she's not a relative, aside from her stunning European looks, Trav never mentioned that he has a girl cousin.
