Who Am I?

[PART ONE]

I am Aeris Demitri Paris. And I've been talking to a mysterious guy for almost 10 years. For ten years... starting since I was seven. I'm seventeen now. What amazes me more than that, though, is how he manages to keep me interested. I mean, I've never been like this. Not until I was seven and somehow, being a total bad ass genius,  created my very own FB account. My brother, even my big brother is very, very amazed with my intelligence. I'll admit. I never saw that coming as my hidden, childhood talent. That was so, I mean, super insane.

Tonight, my brother just threw one of the "biggest" parties ever. That's just what (I'm guessing) one of the people in school say anyway. They say he is kind of a legend in throwing parties. A great host too. And now I think I know why our parents decided to leave me in charge, reporting everything he is doing since four hours ago. He really thought he got everything under control. Wait 'til mom and dad —

"Yo, sis! My little sister! How are ya? Still reporting everything? And of course, by everything, I mean everything to mom and dad?"

I nod and smile.

"You are so going down, bro. You are so going down." I whisper secretly. I laugh on the inside. Inside jokes are deadly. And I ain't dying if he hears them out. My brother's a red belter.

"Anyways, keep up the good work. Make sure mom and dad get the latest news on what I'm doing." He smiles at me. "I have a surprise for them."

"O...kay." I slowly mutter to myself as he left and closed the door.

ANONYMOUS: Hey, what are you doing?

A. PARIS: Hi. Just... filing a report on what my big bro's doing for the mean time. Such a pain in the neck, really. :'(

ANONYMOUS: Care to spill?

A. PARIS: Just a babysitter kind of rain check on my brother.

ANONYMOUS: That seems quite the thrill, doesn't it?

A. PARIS: Not really. I mean, I have to check nearly 130 of his guests. 130! I mean, isn't that too much for a single party?

ANONYMOUS: Don't worry. I feel you. I've seen worse. It's ok. :)

A. PARIS: Thanks, but aren't you busy?

ANONYMOUS: Nah. Got lots of free time to spend with you. Besides, I've got nothing better to do here than to take care of my sister's children.

A. PARIS: Ah, an uncle. I see. Are they the annoying kids you see on TV or are they real angels?

ANONYMOUS: They're real sweethearts, is what I can say. For two days, it's safe to say there's a chance of improvement for their bad behavior.

A. PARIS: You must be a pretty strict uncle, then. Or are you even a fun one?

ANONYMOUS: Why do you think the kids are always going to my house, then?

A. PARIS: The favorite uncle, I see.

As you can see, this anonymous guy I now chat online is someone I've been talking to ever since I was seven years old. When I was seven years old, I was this genius who wondered what FB is like and made a fake account on FB... to accidentally chat a guy whom I mistook for my older brother. Yes. Hilarious. I know. Both he and my brother laughed so hard, but... this guy never told me who he is. And even until now, I'm still wondering.

A. PARIS: Can't I see you at least for once?

ANONYMOUS: We talked about this, A. I can't. There's just... too many things I have to do.

A. PARIS: What exactly? Can't you tell me what it is so that I'd understand?

ANONYMOUS: •••

I waited. It was literally 9 o'clock, but the party of my brother was still going strong. And so, I promised myself that I would stop waiting as soon as the party died down.

12 o'clock and the music suddenly faded. The party ended and I was still hoping for a reply. My brother waltzed in the room and saw me. "Why are you still awake? Shouldn't you already be sleeping?"

"I know," I quickly replied. "I know. I'm just... waiting for a message. If it doesn't come through, then I'll sleep at once. I promise."

"Just make sure." He says. "Okay then. I shall sleep on your bed. Good night!"

"Hey, wa—"

And after that, he was fast asleep like a baby. I couldn't believe he'll literally sleep anywhere. But I had to get used to it. He was my brother.

I walked to his side and pulled the blanket on top of him. "Good night, brother. At least you have nothing to wait for."

I looked at the screen. No reply. And everything became blurry, and I fell fast asleep.

*krriiiing* *krriiiing*

I woke up to the sound of my alarm and it was 4 am. I quickly went in front of my computer and lazily rubbed my eyes. I became more awake when I saw a message.

ANONYMOUS: Meet me in front of La Sein's Ice Cream Shop. I'll be waiting.