"I don't know about love, but I don't care!" Kata Alexander serempak. ### Entah apa alasan mereka yg tidak mempercayai apa itu cinta, bagi mereka cinta itu bullshit! Yg dg seenaknya membuat orang bahagia lalu dg sekejap membuat orang itu sakit tanpa ada luka di fisiknya. Mungkin itu alasan mereka untuk tidak jatuh cinta, yah mau bagaimana lagi jatuh cinta sudah sepaket dg patah hati. Jadi kalo siap jatuh cinta ya harus siap dg patah hati. Tapi sayangnya mereka belum siap atau bahkan tidak akan pernah siap dg kedua hal tersebut. Tapi bagaimana jika di umur mereka yg ke-17 tiba tiba dg serentaknya mengalami hal yg belum pernah di alami atau bahkan di bayangkan oleh mereka? Yah bisa di bilang mereka dg serentaknya mengalami patah hati karena ulah mereka sendiri. Jadi, bagaimana kira kira perjalanan cinta dari ketiga saudara kandung 'triplet' tersebut? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (Judul awal The Feeling That Must Be ==> Tsundere) #SlowUpdateGuys

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.