They are BESTFRIENDS. Not childhood best friends. They met when she was 12 and he, 13 and they had stuck close to each other since then. Joan, that was her name and her best friend, King. Now she was 17, he, 18 and it seemed like everything stood against their five year friendship. Joan’s mother’s dislike for King, the long distance from King’s home to Joan’s, their separate schooling and the fact that King was basically non-existent. And then even more bigger obstructions come into play. Koty, the handsome football jock that is unrelentless in his effort to make Joan his; Joan’s unknown father and King, the new feelings he had started developing for his best friend. They have to struggle to keep their best friendship blooming despite all their problems but the tempests are too strong; the storm too overwhelming and then the final test… Who will betray who?...
View MoreMy best friend is a nine tailed fox. He sneaks out at night and turns into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; his best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone.
“Seriously?”Joan jumped, her pen falling off in the process. King laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he laughed. He had spoken very close to her ear. She sighed, picking up the fallen pen and turning back to her writing.“Your best friend is a nine tailed fox” he repeated, coming to rest on the table she was writing on.“Yes” she snickered, looking up at him, “You sneak out at night and turn into some creature with nine tails. It’s a secret, nobody knows but me; your best friend; Joan. Shhhh, don’t tell anyone”She finished in a dramatic whisper, a small smile on her face as she watched him burst into laughter again.“You've watched too many Korean series” he commented when he finally stopped laughing.“Like you don’t watch them with me also” she replied, shutting the book she had been scribbling on. His eyes followed her movement then he looked back at her.They stared at each other. She was used to their stared. They would stop halfway in a conversation and just stare at each other or one of them would sight the other somewhere and they would venture into a staring contest.“It’s nice to know you’re always thinking of me” he spoke finally.She scoffed, looking away from him to anything else.“I was bored and I found myself scribbling nonsense”“Because your brain has so much information about me. I'd say I am the first thing you think about when you wake up and the last thing you think about before sleeping”She had already started shaking her head before he completed his statement.“Where do you get such ideas from?” she laughed nervously, looking back at him. He chuckled, going to lie backwards on her bed. She turned around on her chair to face him properly while he looked back at her from the bed.“Isn’t it true?” he asked, expressionlessly.“No, King. You’re not the first person I think of when I wake and definitely not the last person I think of before I sleep”“Ok”“Ok?” she raised a brow.He laughed, “Ok. What else do you want me to say?”“Did you see my mum before you came up?” she changed the subject, glancing at her room door.“Yeah, with a visitor. They’re in the kitchen”She turned back around, facing her reading table and opening her book again. She placed big strokes across the last thing she penned down and then hesitated before tearing the page off and throwing it into the waste bin.“Do you want to go out? Take a walk or do some other thing?” he asked.“You can go yourself”“I wouldn’t be asking you if I wanted to go myself”She didn’t reply instead she drew. When the drawing became clear, she realized she was drawing him.“Thinking of me again”She jumped, again. She flung her hands at him, successfully hitting him on the forehead. He always had his way of creeping up on her.“It’s nice” he admired. His jaw rested on her right shoulder so it made funny movements as he talked. She added strokes and slashes, completing the drawing. It didn’t exactly look like him but they both knew who she had been drawing.“You can add it to the ones in your room” she offered, tearing the page off and folding it into a neat square.“What?” she asked when he didn’t say anything. He sniffed her neck in reply.“Are you prepared for school tomorrow?” he asked, taking the folded paper from her.“Yeah. You?”“What I did before coming here. Actually I came here to sleep” he replied, placing a kiss on her neck before leaving.She turned around, watching him lie on her bed comfortably.“I’ve told you to stop staying up late. It’s not good for your health not anyone’s for that matter. At least 4 nights a week, get a good 8 hour sleep” she advised.“You know” was his reply.“I know King, I know but it doesn’t excuse you”“I’ll sleep now”She sighed, staring at his back he had covered with her duvet.“I’ll be here when you wake”*Joan slipped on a jacket over her gown as she picked up her bag from her bed. She glanced at the rumpled bed, she'd just have to leave it that way till she returns from school, she was lateShe took a quick look at herself in the mirror, just enough to see that her clothes were in order, that her face didn’t have any weird particles on it and that her hair was neatly brushed. She wasn’t a fan of vanity, spending long minutes on front of the mirror, for what exactly?“Good morning mum” she greeted as she came into the kitchen, giving her a hug.“How was your night, darling?” her mother, Mrs. Michaels, asked, moving to rub her head. She dodged as always.“Fine.” she replied, sitting at the table in the kitchen. She picked her mug her mother had already laid out before hand and poured he self tea from the teapot that was still very much hot.“I'm late.” she sighed after taking a sip of her tea, watching her mother scrub the kitchen counter clean.“As always. Just make sure you put something in that flat stomach of yours before leaving my house.”She chuckled at her mother’s expression. Her mother was a beauty even in her late fourties with he heart shaped face, big eyes, small nose and slightly wide lips. Her hair was packed, as it was most times, in a ponytail.She looked away, picking up a toast from the stack on the table. She bit into it, reveling in its goodness.“What time did King leave yesterday?” her mother asked“11.”“He slept.” she added as a way of explanation. Her mother didn’t reply.“I’m leaving.” she announced, picking two more pieces of toast. Her mother looked at her about to say something then shut her mouth.“Finish that tea” her mother ordered.She replaced the toast then picked up the mug, gulping down its content hurriedly. She picked the toasts again."I'm done! I'm leaving!" she shouted, hurrying out of the house.Sisi lived right beside her. She was late, Sisi was much worse. She would probably just be taking her bath. She rang the doorbell just as the door flung open."I'm ready!" Sisi announced, a bright sheepish smile on her face, her arms spread apart to buttress her point. She laughed, handing Sisi a toast.Sisi mumbled a thanks as she shut her door and locked it."Part of the reason I'm still friends with you is because of this baby over here. Otherwise, well..." She said jokingly, gesturing to Sisi's blue mustang parked on her driveway.Sisi laughed loudly."Lies" Sisi said.The car beeped, showing Sisi had unlocked it. They got into the car; Sisi at the driver's seat and she at the passenger's seat."I'm considering taking driving lessons" she said as she buckled her seatbelt. Sisi gave her a look at the act."Or you'll just teach me" she added, ignoring the look. Of course, Sisi didn't do seatbelts."Babe, better go and learn from professionals. I'll just teach you to destroy roads" Sisi spoke, finishing her toast.She chuckled, handing Sisi the second one."Okay" Sisi laughed, “I'll eat for the both of us""Fast fast" she hurried Sisi who finished the toast in three bites."Good girl" she hailed laughing.Sisi shook her head, a sorrowful look on her face as she started the car and they drove to school.She stood stiff and rigid, even her breathing was controlled. His hand ran through her straightened hair."I'm sorry, Bernadette, I'm sorry. I'm here, you can lean on me. I'm sorry."She tried to pull away but he held her back so she stayed cold. Vincent and Frederico watched with narrowed eyes.*"The PDA can be saved for later. We have a brother in surgery." A cold voice cut through the moment. She jumped away from Merlione, looking guilty and nervous as a drenched fish."Vincent," She called in greeting, trying to match his cold look. He eyed her up, also Merlione who came to stand protectively by her side.She wondered why she felt so nervous and guilty. Perhaps because she knew she needed the approval of King's family.Frederico stepped forward, looking unbothered. "We heard the news. What happened?""He called me," she answered smartly, "he called me just before he lost consciousness.""How did you know where he stays?""He told me." She was less nervous now but there was someth
She laid her head on his shoulder and let him tell her about work and his life for the past nine years while sharing one large can of soda then they ran around and played like little children, using the swings and involving in a sand castle competition with the other children.It was exactly what they needed in their too-careful world.*Frederico puffed on a cigarette, lost in thought. He was surrounded by loud music and intoxicated people but none of the senseless activities going on around him registered in his head. Only one thought did.He had to get rid of King Johannson.Either he did that or he risked being killed. Who else would have the audacity to kill Luca? And motive? There was also Vincent. He sure as hell was a suspect but all fingers pointed to King. It wasn't a coincidence that Luca was murdered during the same period the girl King loved was getting hooked.He took another long drag and stubbed out the rest. It was Luca first, soon it would be him. It was Luca's fault
The problem was that he just couldn't accept the reality that she wasn't his any longer. It felt unreal.He clicked the call icon. Still, he wouldn't leave her. If he ever left her, it would be because she asked him to.Switched off. He dialed her line again. Switched off. Third time. Switched off. He ran a hand down his face.*Isla knocked on Vincent's front door."Tommy, Tommy" She cooed when Thomas answered the door."Thomas, how many times have I warned you to stop answering the door!?" Charlene shouted from somewhere inside."Calm down, Char," She chuckled, entering the lavender-scented home."Nice morning, Aunt Isla," Thomas greeted respectfully, seemingly oblivious to his mum's worries. She laughed, ruffling his hair then stuffed a hundred-dollar bill in his hand. He beamed."Buy as many chocolates as you want, ok?" She whispered, ruffling his hair one last time before going into the kitchen where Charlene was."Oh, my love," She cooed, seeing the five-month-old baby in a movi
She threw her phone aside with a satisfied smirk, "he asked for it. Imagine telling me to apologize after openly stating he didn't take it to heart. A hypocrite, that's what he is."Joan didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Yes, he said he doesn't mind but it is only normal for you to apologize when you do something wrong to show you are truly sorry.""Well, that should be my choice, not his." She stubbornly refused.Joan raised her hands and dropped them in resignation."Good riddance," Isla whispered.*"You were out all day."Were the first words she heard upon entering the house at about 7 pm."Yes. I'm home early. Is there a problem?" He was at the foot of the stairs. He looked sad and beaten but he was one hell of a good actor."Sorry," She changed tactics, putting on a smile, forcing ill feelings out of her heart, "good evening. How was your day?""It was trashy and boring without you," He replied in a monotone, "I went out to see my family when you left for Church and I got
"Thank God, he's gone." Isla sighed with contagious relief."Nah," Joan shook her head, "you get his phone number and talk to him."Isla's eyes widened, "How am I supposed to do that? He's obviously in a rush. Why else will he get takeout?""I'll get it for you.""How?"*Just nice, she was called three days later."It has been confirmed," James spoke, the smiling man she met at the restaurant gone, "Fr. Greg wasn't the chief celebrant at your wedding."She wasn't surprised. "Then who was?"They were all present as three days before, including James' secretary and the Priest who had never uttered a word other than a quiet greeting.He showed her a photo."After going through the footage of that day, the day before, and the day after, we suspect this man as the culprit. He has never been seen in the Church before that day. He was seen entering the Sacristy just seconds after Fr. Greg did but he was never seen coming out. Upon closer inspection..." He showed her another photo. It was a
She thought of going to see King but the memory of Vincent's cold face crossed out the thought. She visited Isla instead.*"Surprise, surprise." Isla's eyes were wide as she ushered her into her modest penthouse in the early afternoon of a Monday. The house was pretty small but comfy. A set of mismatched couches in the middle, an eating area to the right, a TV at the center, a few flowers in antique vases kept at strategic corners, and a treadmill close to a door she assumed led to the room."I checked you at work but I was told you wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week. Is there a problem?"Isla laughed, passing her a glass of water after she sat on one of the couches, "Must there be a problem?""No, but one doesn't just take a leave from work, do they?"Isla wrinkled her nose. She looked pretty. Her long red hair was now shoulder length and she looked very relaxed at home in pajama shorts and a too baggy T-shirt."Ok," She plopped down beside her and tucked her legs in, "I
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