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"Being an adult actually sucks. Sometimes, I wish I can go back to seventeen and enjoy being carefree. As an adult, you're forced to accept responsibilities and worry about every single thing in your life because you're independent." I nodded my head as Daisy spoke, agreeing to what she said.

It was true, being a teenager was far much better than adulthood. You get to enjoy dependency and having the time of your life. Some people agreed to the claim that adulthood is the stage of enjoyment but I disagree. This could be because I was fully responsible all my adulthood. My teenage years didn't start well but as the time past by, it changed into a mesmerizing stage.

The sunlight was blurry to me today. The sky was a mixture of light blue and white, and birds were flying high. The grass beneath me was luscious and I enjoy moving my hands in them. There were no houses except the huge trees surrounding us, the leaves are dark green and full, the flowers like a rainbow opened toward the sunlight. If I had my camera with me, this would usually be the time I snap pictures of the beautiful nature of earth.

Closing my eyes, I tilted back my head, inhaling the aroma of summer infused breeze. The sound of the melodic laughter of my friends brought a smile to my face. It has being a very long time since we spend our time together in an isolated place, relaxing and enjoying under the sun and talking nonstop about everything going on in our lives. We were sitting on the white picnic blanket with a few snacks here and there.

"Holy shit, this is like a free sunbath here. Maya, this is your chance to tan your body with natural resources." I opened my eyes as Shawn chuckled and Maya, who was sitting next to him with a hat and a pair of sunglasses serving as a shade glared at him. She was the chic one among us and had always being careful about her appearance.

"I'm tan enough thanks, Shawn." She declared sarcastically and shook her head at him.

"You guys remember the time we used to call Daisy 'Candy'? I don't know what the fuck was going on in her head to name herself that name." Zack snuggled closer to Daisy who raised a questioning eyebrow at him. I giggled at the memory, recalling those times when everything was perfectly smooth and adventurous.

"I think," Leslie began to say. "it's because she thought of herself as an eye candy. All the boys wanted to have a piece of her."

Daisy bobbed her head in agreement. "Yeah, you know the highschool dreams. I wanted to become a professional dancer at the time. Guess being a financial analyst suits me better."

Maya cleared her throat, a playful glint in her eyes as she stared at her brother. "You guys remember Keith? Daisy's highschool boyfriend? My brother here refused to admit he was jealous of Keith having Daisy all to himself."

Zack glowered at his sister which only made her laugh harder. "Do you have to ruin the moment?" He muttered under his breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. "I actually ran into Keith a few months ago and we catch up. Too bad he's in a relationship, I'd have gone on a date with him," Daisy teased as she stared at Zack challengingly.

It seemed like he accepted the challenge as he smirked. "Over my dead body, my love. While I'm still alive, I'll be the only man in your life. You have no other choice but to love me only." He emphasized a stress on the only.

I wanted to laugh but the strange feeling of eyes on me stopped me. I looked to my left, a few feet away from me, Eric sat quietly staring at me. His eyes winded me like a punch in the stomach. He looked completely unmindful to what was happening around him and hasn't said much since we arrived.

My breath was ripped out of my lungs and felt goosebumps spreading on my body when my gaze met his. Something like bitterness flickered in those cold eyes that overtook the rest of his lovely features. The emotions on his face was undescribable but I knew it was aimed at me. Eric wanted me to know his feelings for me which became clear now. It was a look of disgust as though I was a turn off to him.

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