“Where are you?” Bethany demands over the phone, “we are almost leaving and the kids haven’t seen you yet.” After waiting and listening for a while, she rolls her eyes. “No, don’t give me the bullshit excuse called work ‘cause we both know that is not it.” “Good, better get yourself here or I’m gonna have to come and drag it from where ever you are.” After the hard threat, she ends the call and turns to me with a mischievous look, “He’s on his way.” I give her a sceptical look as I approach my make-up mirror where she’s standing, “Are you sure?” She grins wickedly, “Well, of course! I know Keenan well and if there someone he tries not to get angry, it’s me.” She answers, “I wish I could just threaten these fats on my skin and have it be how I want though.” She sighs sadly as she stares at herself in the mirror before her. Although anyone who sees Bethany would consider her mature and yes she is, but most judgement would

Third POV Two days later, “I never really got to thank you for what you did for Rory,” Phoebe’s voice draws Keenan out of the deep thought his mind has cast him into in the last half hour and he gives her space to seat on the seat close to him. Rory had gone back to Taylor's home to patch things up with her and, after waiting at her gate and getting no response. He could have left when he saw the cloud forming. He knew he needed to leave, but he had to stay because he had told Taylor he wasn’t leaving until he got the chance to talk to her. He never got the chance to talk to her and so he didn’t leave... At least not until he lost consciousness. Keenan had brought Rory to the hospital after finding him unconscious in the heavy rain outside of Taylor's home, where he suspected Rory had gone after he came to the hotel and realised he was gone. After Rory got admitted and they run tests on him. They found out that t

Twelve years ago... Keenan stepped into his apartment after returning from basketball practice, looking all sweaty and hungry. His first thought was shower, then food, but as soon as he stepped into the apartment, the heavenly smell he smelt from the kitchen made him want to change his mind. He would have said there was a girl over, but he knew how good his roommate and best friend, Rory, was at cooking. This was his doing, and Keenan wasn’t sure he would bathe before eating as he had earlier planned. As he threw his bag onto the sofa and almost sat, he remembered he had a date with Phoebe later in the day, so he had to get ready. He didn’t want to end up going to see her late and knew Phoebe wouldn’t appreciate that either. Although today made it four months since they started dating, Keenan had never gotten the chance to tell his best friend that he was dating his sister. He always freaked out whenever he had tried to tell him the truth. He never planned to fall in love with Phoe

After dressing up for work in a three-piece brown suit, I make my way downstairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work. As I walk down the stair, unlike usual, I see Vary dressed in a red skirt and a black three-piece suit with her full curly hair on full display, sitting on the dining table and sipping her cup of creamed coffee delicately. I would have explained in details how impeccably breathtaking she is if I didn’t see that she was as dressed for work just as I am. She seems to sense my presence and turns her attention to me. “Good morning, Keenan,” she greets, and a wide grin, which almost looks like a mocking gesture, plasters on her face. “Morning?” I reply still suspicious about this entire morning dressing thing, “Are you going somewhere?” She nods her head affirmatively. “I’m going to work.” Now I feel like she’s trying to mock me. I walk to the table and take my sit next to her position and pour myself a cup of creamed

“The dinner was lovely, Keenan. I enjoyed myself.” Vary tells me as we walk towards the door to her room and she unhooks her arm from mine.   After we finished eating, I took Varisha out for a walk on the top of the Royal City restaurant where we spent the next hours talking and getting to know her even better. Even little things matter if we are hoping to make this work. I don’t want to assume that I know her because I only know twenty per cent and so that assumption would be completely absurd. I’d like to hear from the girl herself.   I asked questions while she answered some of my questions about her favourite food, favourite holiday and a little more about her than I already know, which was amazing, and I have to say I’ve fallen even more in love with her. It was Vary’s idea to return home early to get enough rest and be early for work tomorrow and even though I didn’t like the idea; I respected her decision.