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I heard a knock on the door. It was probably Casey. I glanced at the digital desk clock on my desk, and it was already eight thirty. I stood and opened the door.
She was already a casual white shirt and blue jeans. She was carrying a tray of potato chips, French fries, and two bottles of orange juice.
“May I come in?” she asked with a grin.
“Sure. Come in!” I stepped aside and let her get in.
“Whoa, you have a nice room!” She walked towards my study desk and placed the tray down. “Maybe I should move in.”
No. No. Don't move in. Honestly, I preferred being alone. “Are you serious?”
“Of course not, I’m just kidding. Mine is warm and cozy, though yours is bigger.” Casey sat in front of my computer then picked up a piece of potato chip and popped it in her mouth. “We used to visit this when we were a little. I kinda missed it, but don’t you think it’s too lonely now?”
“A little, but, really?” It was the first time I heard of that. “I thought this was—”
“Brandon’s house? Sure is, but this house was only given to him when he turned seventeen. But oh, I’m sure you already know what’s going on with his life.”
I sat on the bed. I shrugged. “Not everything besides his condition. Brandon isn’t very open.”
She swiveled the chair around and rocked herself forward. She offered me the snacks.
“Would you like some?”
“Thank you.” I slid my hand into the chip bag, then I picked the fries.
“I don’t know many things as well,” she said.
“Alright, so tell me why would you want to speak with me?”
“Hmm. That. I want us to get along first. I want to properly introduce ourselves. Is that fine with you?”
“I think you already know much about me, so I'll skip with mine. Tell me more about you?”
She nodded. “Sure. First of all, I’m adopted.”
Whoa, what an introduction! I blinked, unable to speak.
“I know that it’s not something to brag about,” she continued. “Mom always wanted to have a daughter after she gave birth to Cassius, but she wouldn’t be able to bear a child anymore. She almost died when she gave birth to him. They’ve adopted me when I was three.”
“Then, that's probably why you’re not blonde?” I mumbled unintentionally. I didn’t mean to sound nosy.
“You noticed?” She touched her wavy chocolate brown hair. “I always wanted to dye my hair blonde, but it would be fake, no?”
“I think your hair is beautiful as it is,” I said in all honesty. It matched her ash-colored eyes.
She smiled sweetly. “Thanks.”
“And in what age did you learn that you’re adopted?”
“My whole life!” she breathed. “I remembered when Ollie and I don’t get along very well when we’re kids. He’s kinda hard-headed when he was young.”
I chuckled. “Oliver was like that?”
“Yeah!” She laughed. “Cassius, on the other hand, was very thoughtful. We were very close, and he’s very kind. I’m sure you find him charming, too.” She winked. It was marked on her reactions that knew something.
I forced a smile. “That I should admit. I find him thoughtful, too, but that’s it.” My mixed feelings about him should stop there.
She put the bag of potato chip aside and grabbed the bottle of juice. “But, you’re in love with Brandon,” she stated.
My head shot up. My chin almost dropped at her straightforwardness. “I don’t want to put it like that for now. I mean, that’s strong speculation. I like him, but I’m still figuring out myself.”
“It’s because you are confused. You’ve been shaken by these two guys.” She smiled kindly. “But don’t worry, I don’t judge. I actually understand you. Brandon is very complicated.”
I nodded. “I’m still trying to understand him, but I’m not giving up.”
“That’s the spirit.” She chugged the bottle orange juice straight then heaved a sigh of relief.
I bit my lip. “So… are you close to Brandon?”
“Very. We all used to hang out together. My brothers and Elga as well. We attended the same high school.”
“But I thought you’re all from Greece?”