Dear Bria [z.m.]

Five: Arts in the City (Téchnes sti̱n Póli̱)

"C'mon Samantha! Let's go to the beautiful places here in Athens!"

Louis keeps on annoying me of calling me by my second name, after we ate our breakfast together... up to now. I was the one who cooked by the way, because according to him, guests slash bestfriends should be treated right like a king or a queen when he or she is living with his or her bestfriend. Whatever happens, he's still the guest here. So, being a kind and thoughtful bestfriend, I gave in, just because according to him, he still has jetlag.

"You can go by yourself! I don't want to go somewhere today. I have things to do" I say telling an excuse hoping he'll buy this one. Oh and by the way, when I say 'things to do', that's to read the letters Zayn kept in the box.

"I didn't go here in Athens to just be your adviser regarding that tattooed guy. I'm also here to relax and have a leisure time!" he exclaims now towering over me while i'm sitting here on the couch.

"So, go! You won't be lost here in Santorini!" I again exclaim, bickering with my bestfriend right now.

"Fine. I'll explore by myself, but don't blame me later if I had selfies with the beautiful places here. Don't get jealous, you lazy ass" he huffs and I grinned looking up at him.

"Sorry, i'm just really not in the mood today. I'll try to make up with you for the coming days" I stand up and  muster my winning grin and lighted up eyes, then I hugged him.

When we pulled apart, he just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest, crying playfully like a drama queen.

"Oi! You aren't a drama queen. That's my title!" I exclaim and he again laughs.

"Whatever. Anyway, i'll get ready now and leave so you can do the things you needed to do" he emphasizes the 'things you needed to do' because I can feel that he really knows t'was just a lame excuse of mine awhile ago.

"I wonder what are those things my bestfrriend will be doing for today. Fuck that things and that's the main reason why she can't come and explore Santorini with me" he pauses and again acted dramatically and held his backhand on his forehead, like a Broadway actress.

"I just wish she'll be doing anything productive today not just reading letter mails" I directed my attention to him, shocked of what he said. He just wiggled his eyebrows and turned on his heel and walked off of me, leaving me hanging of why does he know about the letters.

"Lou! How did you know about that?" I say chasing after him and he looked back at me.

"Dear Bria,I know this looks pathetic, writing you a letter without any assurance that you can read this soon. I'm just writing to express myself-" he recites the very first letter I read of Zayn. And he tried to imitate Zayn's accent and voice. He has an accent too, but he failed to do so. Zayn's accent and voice are one of a kind. Not even my bestfriend can copy it.

"Hey! Did you sneak in my room?" I ask.

"Of course not! That's not my habit, for Christ's sake! We've been besfriends for years now and you still accuse me of barging in your room" he retaliated and opens the door of his bedroom.

"I'm really just curious. I'm so sorry!" I retort.

"You really wanna know?" he again looks back and raises an eyebrow.

"Yes! How?" I push it to him and he shakes his head.

"Not so fast, primadonna girl" he wiggles his stupid eyebrows again.

"What?"

"We have a condition here" he says but I think I already know  where he'll go here.

"What is it?" I still ask though.