"Ari! How many times must I tell you not to get out of my sight?!?" I cringe as I hear the anger in my brother's voice over the familiar noise of the marketplace. In an attempt to give myself an excuse, I frantically scanned the area to look for him. Past the fruit stall and the jewel trader, the familiar brown mop of hair caught my attention. 'Oops!' I muttered to myself as I rushed to his side, going against the traffic of people immersed in the chaos of Market Day.
"Next time, you'll have to stay home. You're too old for a babysitter and I'm too young to have to take care of such a child!" Fury exclaimed, anger evident in his face, and I imagine smoke coming out of his ears, causing me to hold back fits of giggles.
"He just called you a baby and you're laughing?" a deep voice from behind me asked.
A shiver ran through me as I immediately recognized the owner. I will recognize that voice anywhere - the one who keeps sending me weird signals, the one who makes me question myself so many times, the one who keeps me up all night - Drake. My brother's best friend, my other 'big brother', and I know, my should-be boyfriend if only he had the guts to actually step up to the role.
I turned around and immediately wished I hadn't. For there, beside Drake was a dark-haired beauty with her hands entwined in his. I stood there frowning, eyes glued on their hands, not knowing where his started and hers ended.
'Erm, huh?' Way to go idiot, now he probably thinks you're affected by all this.
Then he said the words I would have hoped he would say when he talks about me. "Ari, Fury, meet my girlfriend, Celine."
I have known Drake for as long as I can remember. It seems that he has been there when I first opened my eyes, not that I remember, of course.
And I swear, at this moment I hope that I had never laid eyes on him.
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"What is all this?" You might be wondering to yourself. "I didn't come here to be reading a teenage rant about a love story gone bad."
Well, don't get your panties up in a twist, puny human. I may have adapted teenage language of the present time, but this is no whiny, rebellious story.
Patience, my dear. Patience. After all it's the only thing you have left since your life is on my hands.
