Chapter 24

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That weird sensation I felt when I touched Kalvin's hair still lingered around my skin, and whenever it does, I just feel embarrass all over again. To me, it feels like a total blew off that I did a such a thing. I can still remember the exact puzzled expression his face made when I brushed his hair. I can't believe I was that careless.

And why did I even do it in the first place? Am I really getting use to him to that point I'm not even thinking anymore?  Am I that comfortable, that relaxed to just reach out and touch him like we're close friends? No. Cause last time I checked, he was nowhere close to my comfort circle. If anything, he was really outside of it. He had always been the good looking fellow that given my skin a twichy feeling. The good looking dude that I've always been careful of, the guy that I thought I'd keep my distance with cause clearly; I can't handle how he always caught me off guard.

So...why am I acting like this now? I mean, I know how I've gotten use to him from the past months but comfortable? No.

I got to watch my steps from now on. Gotta be aware of my every move around him. Gotta do it.

Don't lose your cool, Penny, don't lose your cool.

I promise; that from now on, I will not touch Kalvin Beaumont. Ever.

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It's saturday morning and I just woke up. I'm currently eating the breakfast I made for  Skyler and I. Mom isn't around so instantly, it's my responsibility to feed my brother and myself.

Skyler isn't awake yet so I went a head in eating the waffles I've made in our dining table. I'm still wearing my PJs and I haven't brushed my hair. Normally, my mom wouldn't have let me sit down if I haven't dressed properly or washed yet. But since she wasn't around, might as well take advantage on the situation, right?

"Waffles?" I heard from upstairs. I looked up and saw Skyler, half awake and rubbing his left eye with his fist. He was wearing the T-shirt I borrowed last week, and boxers that was covered of gun cartoons.

Skyler might be a mature, serious, quiet fourteen year old boy but when it came to clothing? He doesn't care at all. He'd wear a flat out barbie shirt outside our house if he had to. He'd wear anything his closets has and anything our mom gives him. Skyler doesn't care about fasion; if he has something on, then he has something on. Doesn't really matter.

That's one of the things I like about Skyler; we have the same perspective about fasion;  that we don't care about the modern in and out of our generation. Expect, mine is a little more picky since I do choose to wear men clothes cause it's much more comfortable but Skyler? He just couldn't care less.

And that, is one of the reasons why he doesn't mind lending me his clothes everyday.

Gotta love my baby brother.

"Yep," I answered as I swallowed a bite. "come eat with me, bro."

Skyler didn't say anything, he just nodded and began to walk down stairs.

Once he arrived at our table, he sat down infront of me and took a piece of waffle. His gaze was low as he chewed his waffle without looking up.

So here's the thing. Sometimes, Skyler worries me. And it's not because I'm not use to his quiet personality, it just concerns me sometimes that he's probably locking something in his mind that we need to take note on. Sometimes I wonder what he thinks about, what his opinions are and what he could possibly say. Skyler's attitude is definitely not the caring type, and is obviously the composed one. The mysterious, and the collected one.

"Do you have any plans today?" I asked, wanting to break the silence.

"No, the usual. Reading." He answered, not looking up.

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