w a l l y 's  p o v

My emotions are in a humbo jumbo and my stomach is having an explosion that is sending me some weird sensations through my upper body and tears to my eyes.

Her story, was inspirational and sad. I truly felt terrible for Artemis.

Artemis explained to me all the emotions she felt when she found out that her parents were wanted mafias and they basically left her and her little brother on the streets at the age of 8, in Russia, for dead. Crazy.

She told me the stories she's experienced as a kid, jumping from house to house with her brother. She learned many skills that gave her joy, but each feeling of home and happiness was always pulled out from under her feet. Many foster families loved her but she never found the right home because the families never liked them enough to keep her and her brother. Then the worst part came and hit me like a bus full of depression.

Artemis said her world crashed right within her hands when she was forced to kill her own little brother.
She stiffened. So I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, to pull her into me, as comfort. Her body relaxed a little at my touch and I was glad it did. I may not know everything about Artemis but it does not take much effort to feel empathy towards someone you may or may not know well.

Shit got dark and it was hard to believe.

My mind automatically flooded with questions.

WHY THE FUCK WOULD SOMEONE FORCE YOU TO KILL THEIR BROTHER DAFUQ?

The amount of disbelief I had was hysterical. It was funny. It's sick that I think it's funny, I know, but what the fuck. My mind just exploded, along with my stomach. This sounds so untrue that it has to be real. I can relate to loosing someone but I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger on my sister or mother, I just happened to watch.

I'm thinking these thoughts like they are normal when they are most certainly fucking not.

"Hold up, the fuck Artemis? Wha-what happen?" I shake my head in disbelief once again.

She continued, "One night, my brother was lost out on the streets. Well, we were lost. We were going to this great foster home in Moscow. I was about 10. I remember trying to listen for his innocent 7 year old giggles." Her lips quivered, and her voice stifled. She turned to stone once again.

"All of a sudden, a figure popped out and grabbed my brother. He cried a loud save me, and that was when I went to try and attack the man. Another dude appeared out of the night and knocked me out and literally out of nowhere!"

"So, you're... 10? My goodness how are you so calm and collective." I asked.

"Trust me, I'm trying my best to be okay right now." She stifles her sob. "I haven't spoken about this with anyone besides,...my ex-boyfriend."

"So why were you sad tonight?"

"I'm getting to that, stop asking me shitty questions!" She exasperates. "I suddenly woke up in a dark room, humid and dimly lit. There was men lined up in a row in front of me, they asked me some questions that opposed no threat to me at all. Yes, this sounds bizarre," she turned to face me and spoke quietly, "but it all made sense what happened next."

"How do I know you're not lying." 

"BOI you think I be makin' this shit up?! NO!" 

"Sorry, this just seems way too, I don't know, strange and scary."

"Fuck you, it's true, anyways you'll listen anyway." 

"Thanks for giving me an option." I mumbled.

"They asked me questions that were nice like they wanted to get to know me, but then one of the men, who must've been the leader, slapped me. He yelled, 'no wonder why your parents wanted you. You are too weak to be the child of professional criminals.'" 

I looked at her, like I was looking at my Mom dying. Honestly, I had no words. 

"They untied me and revealed my brother, sleeping soundly. They probably drugged him. They gave me a knife and told me to become one with their family, like I could finally have a home and grow up safe and soundly with them and the only way for that was to kill my brother." 

*Heart Drops* My arm unconsciously squeezed her body closer to mine and I tried to be strong for her even though it was her own sad story, I couldn't. I'm emotionally unstable. She started sobbing, like the fucking dam broke.

"I-I'm a t-terrible person. I m-murdered m-my brother for my own happiness!  I just thought I could finally live with people who could accept me. I knew it was wrong but these people were offering me a life, but in the end. I still r-regret it a-all!" She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me. I squeezed her back with all my left-over strength. 

"Shhh, it's okay. Y-you're okay."  I whispered with unease. I tried my best to comfort her but hell, it was hard to comfort myself. 

She looked into my eyes with her stormy grey eyes full of tears and mumbled, "W-wally, you're a true person, even if you are a jackass." 

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks, you don't suck or swallow babe."

And she finally smiled.

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c o l b y  's  p o v

I, Colby Chen, has never had so much fun.

I wanted to scream but what was the point? The music was way too loud! 

I wanted to sing at the top of my lungs, but what was the point? Everyone around me already was!

I wanted to dance my pants off but what was the point? I already am dancing! But my pants aren't off if ya know what I mean. *Wink wink*

Though getting laid tonight is not on my agenda. If you don't know who I am, I'm a take it slow kind of guy. I actually want a relationship with an intelligent lady like myself. 

Not that I'm a lady.

But right now I'm considering to break myself for this girl I'm dancing with.

She's a rebel, I feel it. She may not have gone to college, and I'm not even sure if she's book smart. But if she wanted to have a relationship with me, I'll have one. Yea, I just met her but I'm already picturing our first picnic together and she'll be good for me like any other nice girl. And if she wants me to, I'll be bad for her. I'd do anything for her,... 

The statistics of my gentleman-ness is high, but nothing adds up because why am I still single?!

I question why nobody likes me.

I'd be a great boyfriend!

Hell, I'd consider getting laid with this girl.

"Hey! You having a good time kid?" Her hair flew everywhere as she was jumping to the beat of the music. All these good vibes on the dance floor made me genuinely ecstatic, even without the alcohol. 

"Yeah! How drunk are you?" I loudly ask over the beat drop.

"Sooo turnt dude. You're cool dude. Why haven't we ever met before til today dude? You're a real cool dude." Her voice slurs and she waves her arms and tangles them around my neck. She won't remember anything tomorrow. I guess it won't be a big deal to ask her name.

"Dude, what's your name? I'm Colby so maybe you could stop referring to me as cool dude."

"Mack. Mackenzie Ashton is my real name but nobooody is suppose to knooow so shhh."

Mack, not Mackenzie Ashton. Okay... 

"Mack, you're a little too tu-"

"NOBODY COLB, nobody pose' ta knooow, you gots to keep it secret. Right brotha?" She points a finger at me like she's trying to interrogate me. How cute. 

"Don't worry I already forgot, Mack. I'm very good at keeping secrets." I say reassuringly to the drunk girl. I'm practically treating her like a kid. 

"Goood boy." She pokes my nose and just lays her head on me like I'm some type of pillow.

"Alright Mack, lets get you somewhere else." I say hoisting her onto my back.

"Mmm, where we going Colbs? I wanna dance!" She whines.

"To an extra hotel room." 

"Butt. Hehe, but why?" She giggles.

"Because you had too much to drink."

"Well fine, DAD." 

With a strange look, I stammer, "Mack, I'm not your Dad."

"That's too bad, you'd be a very cute Dad."

"Yep. You're drunk, we're almost to the extra rooms." I walk over to an empty room that I mapped out for before the party. Almost all the first floor rooms by the elevators are empty. I was about to open a door til I heard someone yell my name.

"Hey Colby Chen!" I turn around.

"Oh, good evening Yolanda!" I wave at her, with Mack still receiving a piggy back from me.

"Mmm mmm no! Boy you best not be getting into bed with this poor girl, we already got Dylan doing the naughty." She says while waving her feather duster.

I automatically start turning the darkest shade of red and literally become a tomato. 

"No, Yolanda. I-I'd never!" I stumble on my words as Mack giggles silently on my back.

"Good Colbs. Don't you dare take advantage of me!" Mack chimes.

"MACK! WHAT THE HELL." I look at her with so much disapproval. 

"Well take Room 22 on your left, and put her to bed. You should probably go watch that party of yours since Dylan isn't, and that other trouble maker is probably getting it on too. Kids these days."

"Well, you know I'm not like that Yolanda." I say.

"I know sweetie, you one of the good ones." She says.

"You a good kid cooolby." Mack whispers into my ear.

"Thanks Yolanda, you're the best!" I smile.

"Why everyone tellin' me this, I already know I am!" She laughs. "See ya tomorrow Colby."

"Bye!" I wave, and head down the hall to Room 22. I open the door and the room is nicely made. I lay Mack down under the covers of the bed, take her shoes off and turn on the tv. I start watching The Big Bang Theory.

"Colby?" She whispers.

"Yeah?" I turn my head to face hers.

"I'm not tired." She giggles.

"And why is that funny?" I ask.

"Because I just took off my pants." She hiccups. I blush slightly. She's so cute.

"Well okay, do you like sleeping pants-less or something?" I laugh nervously.

"Naked actually." She seriously says which made me blush even more.

"Wh-what."

"I'm just kidding! You should've seen the look on your faaace!" She snorts hysterically. She even rolled onto her side and her arms were just laying up beside her face strangely. 

I laugh even more nervously.

"But seriously Colby, I actually sleep in my underwear." I'm full on as red as a firetruck again, especially at the fact that she is now STRIPPING INTO HER BRA NOW.

"MACK. WHAT ARE YOU DOING." I breathe out frantically while standing up to go and run to find a blanket. That is for when I toss it over her while covering my poor virgin eyes. Yes. I'm a fucking virgin, I'm too good of a kid okay. And too bad of an option to be laid upon. 

"I'm just changing into my pajamas." She nonchalantly says, like it's no big deal.

"THEN FIND SOME PAJAMA CLOTHES AND PUT YOUR NORMAL CLOTHES BACK ON YOUR BODY." My voice cracks a little. I chuck the extra blanket that I found onto her. Now that her body was finally covered, I could exhale more immensely. She peeks her head from under the blanket and just sighs.

"You don't like my body?" She pouts. I inhale a deep breath and furiously blush.

"N-no! It's just, we just met and I'm trying to help you like you did to m-me and I'm returning the f-favor." I ramble.

"Well, aw okay." She sighs and turns onto her back and tugs the blanket just above her nose so I could only see her shining light brown eyes.

I sit down onto a chair, relieved by the awkward mess. I continue to watch The Big Bang Theory until Mack interrupts once again.

"Colbs?"

"Yes, Mack?" 

"Will you come cuddle?" 

"Why." I deadpan. Deep down, I really wanna cuddle.

"Because you're one cool dude." She smiles.

"Fine." I get up and walk over and pull the covers off for me to come lay with her. That's when I totally forgot she was still pretty much naked.

"MACK NO FORGET IT." I say covering my eyes.

"It was worth a shot," she snickers, "you're going to be a great friend." And she fell asleep.

Damn, this is going to be one hell of a summer.

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