Seven.

ii 2 Dimensions ii

O   N   E

One is the lowest cardinal of numbers. It lies as the base meaning to singular. Yet it comes with a spectrum of definitions for which the vastness is understood best by applications.

Number one is the beginning to everything or as we call it the first. The first, although often underrated, is powerful aspect of life. In fact the first is strongest milestone for one to cross because it breaks the purity of not having done so, because firsts opens the gates to the seconds, the thirds, the thousandths, the afters. And for which big or small, firsts are most likely tainted in the minds.

Flora like everyone else saw to many firsts, perhaps more than most. Some were grant, most weren't and were forgettable. And some completely uncomfortable.

Flora was the first daughter to the wealthy Morgans, the only daughter. It made her unique, but later she understood it wasn't the way she had wanted it. Like her natural beauty came natural expectations or the lack of it. She was a pretty doll, and it was as if her family decided that was role that suited her best. It didn't bother her, not initially. Her family was loving. They didn't expect stellar grades, nor stellar achievements as they did with her brothers. They expect her to a decent reputation, maintain decent grades and be her monochromatic beautiful self which she did and they never minded the stellar credit card bills. Only later had she realised that the freedom they gave her, the lack of definition would lead herself to be more conflicted than actually free.

Flora's first kiss was forgettable at best. Pressure to have it done before going to middle school, all she remembered of the boy was that he had pretty blues for eyes. It is was glorified peck really, and didn't even surpass her 11 year old expectation.

Flora's first time having sex? Well that was a joke. She got all the chemicals right for the reaction: he was a senior, football captain and obviously hot. However when it happen there wasn't much of a reaction at all. Figures consider it was in the back of his father's RV. It was fickle, quick and very uncomfortable. That wasn't the worst part. He gloated about it to everyone and dumped her! Not the other way around. She was heartbroken, well as heartbroken as she imagined teenagers to get. Boy was she wrong. Although she did strike her first Kelly from her parent because of it and that's a milestone many girls could only dream about crossing.

Her first love was he. Sean. Sean Foster. He was the school genius who often kept to himself while she was the school darling, a well-dressed extrovert. A crush she develop from the first time she laid her eyes on him in freshmen year. And him being undeniably good looking and later of the varsity basketball made her admiration to grow even more. He was reluctant at first to his reason, but eventually they were one and there was a lot of spark, a lot of fire. Some would say that they were like fire and ice but she didn't believe so.

She remembers the first time she said 'I love you'. It was in a way no girl would want to. They had a huge fight over something that later turned out to be a huge misunderstanding. He kicked her out of the car and then she said it. Her eyes ran with tears, smudging her mascara. Her cheek blotchy pink that washed out her face powder. It was horrid and more. It was the first time they broke up.

After a judgemental girlfriend who went to Austria to be a violinist and a surprise party for his sister, they got back together. It wasn't as simple but that's a whole other story. They were better this time. They were the best together. This time he had reciprocated her love. This time it was perfect. But it was too perfect. They were too different. And after the fireworks burned out the smokes came visible.

They weren't fire and ice, they were ice and water. They tried to change their states to be the same matter but they knew that they would hate themselves if they made the other change.

Times were simpler BS. Before Sean. Boys were just dishes of breakfast buffet, waiting to be tried, SAT books were boring and to be ignored and breakups were forgettable with a pint of Haegan Dalz. But she wouldn't have changed for anything else. Not even President Suite in Ritz Carlton, simply because it was Flora and Sean.

T   W   O

The number two was a number of comfortable and simplicity. Multiplication of 2 was the easiest to remember as a child other than of 1. And there is the golden rule, two is almost always better than one.

To Flora entering collage was the second leap of her life, not first. Too much took place in high school to just diminish its status to anything but the touch of reality.

Joining NYU, life wasn't what life was once like, not that she expected it to be. But it was the first time in her life Flora saw herself blended in the crowd not standing out. Joining as undecided left her to many choices, many decisions. It whelming and she enjoyed the academics, something a certain Foster taught her. Everything so different before, so exciting like a second dimension.

Flora considered herself to be a nice person. She after all was the Ambassador of Goodwill in Riverside High but she hate Brienna Davis. Her roommate that is. There was being a caring activist then there was self-righteous, pretentious, obnoxious pricks and Brienna was worse. She reprimanded Flora's lifestyle, clothing and shopping habits and got offended by the most minuscule of remarks. And that was the tip of the cheery on the cake.

And it was all the more reasons to miss Riverside High. By the beginning of 2nd term, Flora had a decent number of people to call friends but by then she had also lost contact with most from Riverside. Janet went with her Solo career, and with a school building and its common crowd no longer binding them together, they had not much in common to talk about. Carmen went MIA, but then again they weren't all that close in. X and Jessica were forgotten since they no longer ran go each other a parties, but last she heard the latter had a dysfunctional on and off fling with none other than Jake. With everything Sean related, keeping ties with Linda wasn't very comfortable.

Sean. That day in that café she didn't know what to expect. They met at the Pavement, a café. It was first time she saw him since Raymond's party at Prom night. She wanted close the gap between them, she wanted to free the undying sparks but she didn't, they didn't. They sat, they drank coffee and they talked. Not about their relationship and in between but about their lives: his time in Germany, her jobs, colleges and all that. They laughed, they smiled, and they were satisfied. Perhaps they weren't truly over one another but there and then they were happy as two not one.

He promised to keep contact and so did she. They promised to remain friends but college came in the way. Texts became scarce and calls became a thing of the past.

Finding friends were much easier than finding someone to date. Most probably because every guy was compared with Sean and each fell short. It's always hard to match up against perfection. Then she met Adrian Pucey and he was imperfection and was everything that wasn't Sean. He had taller than Sean, always with scruffy jaws and his black hair curled and waved none other. He was an economics major, a sophomore. He was aesthetic with his pointed nose and Cheshire eyes and he knew it. He was loud and political meaning very opinionated, enough to shut feminazi Brienne. He annoyed, infuriated her and lost his dignity by asking her out several times after she said no.

It was party were it began. It will filled people swarming around yet never felt more alone. She was party girl, all in her blood, what was going? She didn't know. She was him then, he too alone with an infamous red cup. A step and more, she sat beside him, together gazing the starless skies. Only things were uttered, a compliment and a question. He called her beautiful and sensing her silence, he asked if she was okay. She answered with a kiss, one that lead to many more. And for once she didn't think of Sean.

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Author's Note: 

Sorry for such late update. And although I do no justice to Rainbowbrook and KITEP, I do hope it is enjoyed nonetheless. If you like it , do check out my other story 'Living In Contrast' ( shameless, yes I know).