Closeted ASF

Paris (Preview)

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"Hey Paris!"

My eyes unglue themselves from the book that I was reading and face the blonde girl approaching me. I give her one of my genuine smiles and my full attention.

"What's up?" I can see that she has another story for me since her eyes always sparkles with amusement. It makes her look cute.
"Okay so," she sits on the bench next to me and smiles, revealing a toothless grin, "my parents just got back from their trip and told me the story about The Red-string."

I scratch my head, confused on why her parents would tell her a story about string. String is just material used to make things like clothes so it must've been a very boring story to hear.

Her smile tells me otherwise, "String? Why string? Didn't they have a story about a dragon or something." She shakes her head making her blonde curls bounce around.

"No silly! This one is actually very interesting compare to the others I've told you." She scoots closer so we were just inches apart. The thing about Isabella is that she doesn't know what personal space is. However it doesn't bother me as much as it did when we first met. That's just how she is.

"So the red string actually leads you to your soul mate." I raise my eyebrow and nod for her to continue. "The string is attached to your pinkie and your soul mates pinkie. Only you and your soul mate can see it. When you do follow the string it leads you to them and you get to live happily ever after!"

I scrunch my face up when she finishes telling the story. A red string? Why would someone even make a story about string? It just sounds like something for people that are hoping to find that special someone.

"That was a great story, Bella. I'm sure that is actually true." Her bubbly laugh fills the air and my heart skips a beat. I've noticed that for a while now. How my heart just jumps when I'm around her. Should probably get that checked with my mother.

"I know it's not true it's just fun making up stories. Maybe we have a red string but we can't see them." She gets up from the bench and stretches her arms, "Well I gotta go since dinner is almost ready. Bye Paris!" She runs down the street waving her arms like crazy.

I laugh wondering how a car hasn't run over her yet. I return the gesture while heading inside my house. I step inside and instantly a soft warm body tackles me. I laugh and look to see that is was Scout, my golden retriever. He licks me face and wigs his tail.

I love him so much. My mother saved him when he was just a puppy and raised him along with me. He's been my best friend ever since. He's just a little bundle of sunshine and joy.

I prop myself up and scratch his ear, "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy!" I rub his head and walk towards the kitchen. My mother is leaning over the stove while stirring inside a huge pot.

I walk over to her and hug her waist. She tenses up a little. Seems like I surprised her since she's always focused on the task at hand. She turns around to see me and strokes my head.

"You've always looked like your father." Is what she tells me every now and then. I've only seen my father in his youth days through pictures my mother has. He's actually Korean and escaped North Korea with his family to live in America. He was 25 when he met my 23 year old mother. I have his jet black hair, his warm eyes, and his smile. I didn't have his eye color though. His eyes were a very dark blue that would sparkle if the light reflected on them. "Those eyes," my mother would say, "is what drew me into him. I could never stop looking at him since he was very handsome." I could tell that my mother loved him very much but she never told me what happened to him after I was born.

My mother on the other hand is Hispanic. She was raised in Mexico but moved to North America at the age of 10. She has black hair and some dark grey eyes that compliment her face. She has darker skin than my father but I'm actually in between. I have dark skin but it more like a milk chocolate color. I also took her dark grey eyes but mine are a bit lighter.

I look up to see that she's giving me one of her motherly smiles. When she does that her dimples always show. I might have my fathers smile but I also have my mother's dimples.

"Hola mija, cómo te fue con tú amiga?" I thought about what she said. How could've she known that I was talking to Isabella? Maybe she's was watching thorough the window again. Yes it sounds creepy but she's happy that I've finally made a friend in the small town.

"Estaba bien mamá." I smile at her while sitting down at the small table. Our kitchen isn't big, just enough to fit the two of us. It was better than the small apartment in Arizona. I also hated living in Arizona since it's so hot. I'm glad that we moved to Missouri. It just so beautiful here since in Arizona you don't get to see a lot of greener. Arizona was to, say the least, boring. I always had to stay at home since some of the kids didn't like me much. They thought I was weird since I was half Korean so they would always call me Chinita while slanting their eyes to the side. I would always go back to my mother crying while listening to the sound of laughter as I ran away. I always told my mother that I hated my eyes that I wished I wasn't half Korean.

She would would always lift my chin up just so I could meet those dark grey eyes of her and say, "Esos niños no sabe lo que dicen porque tú tienes bonitos ojos." When she said that I instantly regretted saying that I wished I wasn't half Korean. This is who I am and if those mean kids can't understand that then so be it.

After that, I continued to get teased for my eyes but I didn't care. I was beautiful because my father had these eyes, this hair, and this smile. I'm lucky to even have a piece of him in my genes.

The smell of pozole dragged my mind back to reality. God I love pozole so much I would marry it. My abuela use to make it when my mother and I would visit. Ever since her passing my mother has made this amazing dish using her recipe. The smell always reminds me of her and then way she would smile like my mother. Both my mother and my abuela looked very alike, same hair and dimples but my abuela didn't have the dark gray eyes. It was my abuelo that had those beautiful eyes. He passed away long before I was born, heard he was killed in Mexico but the reason is unknown.

My mother and I continued to talk throughout dinner until I was full and ready for bed. I brush my teeth and head straight for bed. Scout walks into my room and leaps onto the bed. He always slept with me since we got him. Also he loves to cuddle but it was a pain when he would cuddle with me in Arizona. It's too hot so I would tell him to stop but of course he's a stubborn little fella.

My mother walks in and sits at the side of my bed, "Buenas noches mi amor." She kisses my forehead and rubs Scout's head. Before she turn off the lights she blows a kiss and closes the door. I also rub Scouts head and whisper a good night to him. He gives me a soft grunt and closes his eyes. I give a big yawn and close my eyes.

I hope I can talk to Isabella tomorrow is what I thought before the darkness engulfed me.

Hello dear readers! Thank you for reading the preview to my story, "Closeted ASF" I hope you all continue to enjoy the story. There's another preview coming up before we actually start the story. Take note that in this preview and the next one, the main characters are actually little kids. In the real story they will be high schoolers. Until next time, adiós!