Melodies of Life

Chapter 3. Mistaken Identity

"What he doesn't know I'm your brother?! That's bullshit, Cris." Adam laughs like a pirate. "Everyone at 'The Opera' knows that!"

"I think he's new there." I answer while sniffling.

He shrugs his shoulder. "Must be. I have never seen him around there before."

As I wipe my tears, fresh ones roll down my cheeks. He quickly notices it and wipes it away for me. "You really like him?"

I shake my head as I sob and bury my face down my palms.

"So it's okay if I break every bone on his body right now?"

"No!" I raise my head and squeal in protest which made him laugh again.

"What's so special about him anyway?" He crosses his arms. "You told me if you will ever have a boyfriend, you'll pick one like me. As far as I see, he is nothing like me. He isn't as handsome and tough as me. He even looks gay to me." He boasts then laughs at his last sentence.

I feel like punching him, but I hold back. "At least, he isn't as cocky and annoying as you are." I mumble.

"What did you just say?" His face stiffens.

"I said, he is a gentleman like you. He was the one who lent me the umbrella."

"You can't blame him, you're to pretty." He pinches my cheek lightly. "Just forget him. There is another gentleman out there destined for you."

"Thank you, oppa." I hug him.

"I told you to never call me that! It makes me feel old." He whines like a kid.

"Okay, Adam. Can I sleep here tonight?" I lay on his single-size bed.

"No. Go home before it gets late." He pulls me up.

"But I miss my big brother's spaghetti." I pout at him. "Please~"

"Okay, okay." He nods in defeat. "But call them first."

"Done!" I beam happily as I speed dial our mother's number. "Eomma, I'll be sleeping at oppa's place tonight. Want to talk to him?"

"Aish, when will you grow up?" He shakes his head then leaves the room.

"Yes, eomma. Oppa loves you more. Bye." I end the call.

As soon as my eyes dart off the ceiling. I saw his face. Smiling cutely at me.

"Stop that." I say to the ceiling.

I can't believe that such an innocent smile can turn into a hateful stare by just one malicious belief. With just a kiss he thinks I'm a flirt. And what makes things worse is that he didn't even give me a chance to explain. Seems like you can't judge a book by its cover, the same way you can't like a person by just seeing the outside. You need to see the inside, too. Clearly.

Just when I decided to follow Adam, I receive a text message from my classmate reminding me of tomorrow's schedule. Jeez~ just seeing the time makes me want to not attend it at all.