For the rest of the month, Kai stays in my life—making sure I am not crying anymore over my past. He goes to church with me which is the best thing about him. I am still in question about many things about my faith—my past in particular, and so is Malachi. His family is totally different from mine. I am a pastor's kid who grew up learning and knowing the truth but ended up stubborn and unwilling to be God's vessel. Malachi is reared up in a rather different home—a father who isn't a believer, a family he believes is shattered and yet he ended up the man who is willing to be used by God.
"Don't give me that face, Louisse." Kai rumbles, rolling his eyes dramatically.
"There's still no answer, Kai." I say seriously, sad about not hearing back from kuya Zeke. I've been leaving him voicemails everyday to call me back. Honestly, it scares me strangely for some unknown reason.
"Shh, baby. Don't cry." He eggs on positively, motivating me through his empowering smile. "You are of so little patience my baby Lou-ser. Come on, he will call you again soon."
Looking at the bright side through Malachi's influence, I find myself agreeing to him, nodding my head. Each day passes by with me dealing with my own patience and attitude issues. But having Kai with me every day, I manage to stay as positive as I needed myself to be.
"So? What are you, um, are you like my brother's girlfriend now?" Marcus teases me over the phone. For the past months, we have been reaching out to each other through skype messages and skype calls. I miss him, my truest friend.
"No. Shut up Marcus!"
"Hey, hey, Louie! I'm asking you like seriously. Don't go mean on me. What's the real score? You have to tell me. Don't be ridiculous."
I am certainly not the one acting ridiculous. Definitely not.
"Ugh, you are disgusting." I fire back. "No. I am not your brother's girlfriend and never will I be, alright?" I clarify, projecting conviction in my voice.
"Come on. I am officially jealous since I knew he took you to the cabin but um, I've moved on." He responds, causing me to make a face.
Oh so Malachi was telling the truth when he joked one day about his relationship with his brother. For the record, he told me they were like best of friends but he added a guffaw at the end of his sentence so I thought he was being sarcastic.
"I know from the very beginning that if you are to fall in love to either with me and Brian, it's going to be him. No doubts."
"Shut up. You don't even know that." I disagree because it sounds like the right thing to say.
"Chill lang, Louisse Shalom Grace." I roll my eyes at the mention of my long name. It still gives me chills. All the time. "I will be happy as long as you are happy."
"I miss you Marcus." I whisper, dropping my back freely against the bed.
"I miss you, ice princess."
Being the crybaby that I am, a single tear manages to find its exit from my eyes. "I wish you were here, drumsticks."
"Come on." He reacts, I can imagine him glaring at me now. I cannot help but smile at my creative imagination. "I'm gonna be as masculine as Brian when I come back and you won't believe your eyes but I will be more good-looking than Brian himself." He laughs at his own statement while I just stifle a soft chuckle. "On serious note Louie, why are you not my brother's girlfriend yet? You spent the whole summer with him."
"Ugh. Marcus, stop asking me things I don't know the answer to!" I exclaim.
"What? So ganun nalang? You let him kiss you and tell you he loves you without committi—"
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She Who Loves Death ✓COMPLETE
FanfictionThis is for all the depressed, lost, rejected, and broken. Welcome to my story--our story. SHE WHO LOVES DEATH. (To be Edited...)