That's French, Love (FALEC)

★ [QUARANTE]: The Fight Is Stronger

[QUARANTE]: The Fight Is Stronger

"There are times when she breaks down. There are moments in which she falls apart. These are the moments in time. where her smile becomes an expression of strength but you'll never know her battles because she goes to war in silence."

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may 12, friday, funneh's room

[FUNNEH EVA]~

She strutted inside in a mocking way. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice dripping in venom. She glared at me and took a seat. "Yeah, leave." Kyran says, his eyes turning into narrow slits.

"I'm upset by you too, finding a way to get yourself closer to mom and tarnish my relationship with her? So pathetic." Ayano states, frowning at us.

I glared her down with my burning gaze. But she ignores me. "Stop planning anything, it's never going to work." She crosses her arms, sending us into a trance.

I poked her shoulder with a smirk, "Isn't it sad? Trying to threaten us? You stop, it's so pathetic of you to send your a*s here just to warn us." I mock her.

Kyran shushed me then walks towards Ayano. "Get out, stop starting fight." Kyran pushed her out. Well not literally, but as a gentleman, guided her out.

"What is she plotting this time?" I worry, sighing in whole exhaustion. "She'll fight back stronger, and we'll never know when she'll want to strike again." Kyran warned.

I groaned, letting myself fall onto my comfy bed. "I hate her."

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I squint my eyes, walking up. "Ky, you're still here?" He nodded, typing away, using my laptop. "Wait, how the hell do you know my password?"

He showed me something—a letter. "Dad's birthday huh, too sentimental." I rolled my eyes. "Why did you want to use my laptop anyways? You have your's." I remind him.

He shrugs, "Low battery, no charger, forgot," I laugh at him mokingly. "Hahaha, you deserve it. But why are you using mine to begin with?"

Kyran unraveled a lollipop and sticked it into his mouth. "Instagram, seeing how many followers I have!" I hunch to see his account was well, it was running good. I admit that.

"Do you know aesthetics?" I nod, "Yeah, I follow some accounts." I admit, rubbing my eyes due to the blurryness.

He showed me an aesthetic that he made of Gold. "What the actual hell?!" I exclaim, he shushes me. "Shut up Funneh!"

I cover my mouth while looking at it in astonishment. "You are a legitimate stalker." I assure him, cooing.

He hits me on the shoulder in annoyance. "You should like. . make an aesthetic about Ayano, like you know like put some pictures of devil horns or some crap. I don't know, get the idea?"

He slaps my hand placed on MY armchair. "I can't do that." I rolled my eyes, "I'm bored." He shrugs.

"Then what do you do?" I shrug in return. "I don't know, like, sleeping?" He eyes me. "But what are you doing right now?"

I shrug again. "I don't know? Breathing?" Kyran leans on my spiny chair. "I'm bored aswell." I suddenly get an idea and smirk.

"Oh, I have an idea." He raises an eyebrow. "What?" I point to my phone, my finger pounting on Gold's number. "Let's prank her." He shakes his head.

"Not a good idea." I shake my head at him, "It's either yes or hell yah!" I let him decide. "What are we going to do?" I decide first. "I don't know either." He suddenly gets an imaginary light bulb on top of his head.

He smirks, "You said that she workships my abs right?" I Cross my arms. "Yes? And what are you plotting?" He points to his abs.

"Let's get you to call her and unknowingly convincing her to say her love for my amazing six pack abs!" He says, I vomit at the idea But agree later on.

I grin, "Fine, this is fun. I just love how she talks about it." I laugh at myself, remembering Gold's pathetic fangirly self.

I dial Gold's number while looking at Kyran. "Hey Funneh!" She greeted me. I greet her back, "Hey goldie locks."

"Hey!" Gold calls me out. "What?" She stays silent. "I dunno either!" My mind goes blank, until. "So uh, Kyran's volleyball tournaments are in uhh," I stutter, before Kyran even mention me the date Gold already spits the info out.

"How do you know that?" Kyran looks at me wide eyed and I look at him normally, Gold is always like this. "I always know everything about him!"

I lick my lips, "So uh, excited for the tournament?" She squeal and I had to get the phone away from my ear to avoid getting deaf from her scream.

"Yeah! Hell yeah! Excited to see his abs again!" Kyran and I look at eachother in amusement. "Why do you like Kyran's abs so much?" I pretend to rant.

Gold mumbles on and on about her excited. "Well, his abs aren't the only thing I like about him anyways." My smile widens.

"What is there to like about him anyways?" Kyran stood up to grab a pen and almost pretended to stab me. I mouthed, "Joking." He sits back down to roll his eyes at me.

Gold sighs, "Of course you had to be his sister," Kyran covers his mouth to stiffle his laughs. "Yeah and what's the problem with that?" I mention coldly. "Sheesh calm down Miss ice queen."

I sigh, "He's just, so kind to the point that you can't believe that a guy like him exists." Kyran's cheeks turn a rosey red and I point them out.

"Hmm, what if Kyran listened to our conversation, what would you do?" She stays silent then mutters a no. "Don't ever! Or you'll die!" I laugh, "I'm just kidding, bye loser!"

Kyran and I burst laughing as we hold our stomachs and tried to contain ourselves. Gold was so funny that I was laughing in tears. Kyran was too.

After our laughing session Kyran said, "Oh yeah, sis. Happy 18th." I raise an eyebrow at him.

Oh! I was going to turn eighteen after a few days! I'm excited!

Lol, the cover is bad i knu. I'll change it when i have the time.

EDITED: MAY 2, 2018