Gold Whisper
It was the last day of summer of 2008 when Arcos, Closnai, and Nadi started getting texts from an unknown number. Whoever it was they were sure they would never find out, why? Because no one knows me. These three little brats have been playing around on the Upper East Side for years now; in fact, I thought maybe everyone should know what they were up to. Now, don't misunderstand me, I'm a good person. We all are. But haven't you wondered how are things for us the rich kids? I mean, you could say we have one of those jobs like Kim Kardashian where they pay for doing absolutely nothing. The truth is, we get paid because of our looks, connections, and our last names.
Anyway, it is 2015 now, and anyone who is someone reads me. Who am I? Everyone. Where am I? Inside you.
We have classes tomorrow so you should put down your laptop and go to sleep in your Monarch V-Spring bed! And don't forget to wear black tomorrow, I only have six years once in a lifetime. Also, remember to thank Arcos, Closnai, and Nadi when you see them. We wouldn't be nowhere if it wasn't for you guys, you know I love you.
-Gold Whisper
Closnai checked his phone as he read the message- I told you that everyone reads me- while he laid on his bed waiting for Nadi and Arcos to arrive and finally start the annual sleepover they've been having for over six years now. But don't be afraid, they know that is the only day in the whole year where their sins are dead to me, I didn't wanted for them to feel like animals in the zoo, you know, in cages and stuff.
It was almost midnight and the party was about to start, Closnai's parents and siblings were visiting Paris for the weekend, and he didn't go with them because they knew how important the sleepover was to him. Like his dad, Frenndao, is always saying "tradition is important, keeps your scent alive" -not to sound cocky but isn't tradition what makes us stay the same? Just think about that- although your dad was the president of the best insurance company in the entire world, a tradition was as important as knowing the combination to your safe-deposit box.
Closnai waited with a glass of scotch between his fingers, flipping through pictures of him with his two best friends. Nadi, a Caucasian, long black haired tall girl with a body so flawless that sometimes made it harder for Closnai to keep it together, but he knew they would never be a thing, they were meant to be friends until they day they died. And then there was Arcos, blonde, green big eyes, and a billion hundred smile which could light up the whole room. Closnai always felt something about them, but there was a thing about Arcos that he couldn't put a finger on; he knew he could always count on them -I mean, bow down to the hottest trio in New York, maybe the whole world- but he didn't know what this feeling was. At least not until this night, I promise.
Closnai was watching a picture of them from a month ago, they were in Copenhagen, Denmark and they were smiling and the colorful buildings behind them made the perfect portrait, valuable enough to make the cover of a fashion magazine. It was always like that, and I always post the pictures in my blog.
Spotted: Three besties having the time of their lives. Going to art museums, coffee shops, parties, and anything worth seeing. What amazes me is that no one has sent me a tip! Come one people, I need something to work with, or are they really just being good kids? Rumor has it Nadi has been doing things behind Arcos and Closnai's back.
-Gold Whisper
That's what the blast had said, but that's yesterday's news. Closnai had heard a ring at his door when he was watching the photo; he went to the entrance to open the door because the maid, Suqueo, was already sleeping, and she had taken some pills on behalf of the sleepover. Two smiling faces wearing silk pajamas appeared as he opened the door, but he caught his breath with just one the smiles, guess whose.
