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I stared at the large house in front of me. It still looked like the same wooden house that my father had built all those years ago. Him and mom had built it when they started a family, she had always dreamed of having the perfect family, especially with him. And thankfully things ended that way.
They got the perfect family they had always wanted.
It had been years since I'd been here, I didn't like being back.
Sure, there had been wonderful memories but for some reason I had always hated this town.
And I didn't even know why.
It was the reason I had left, because I despised this town.
But now I had to come back.
I took a deep breath, before setting my suitcase down and then knocking on the door.
I waited for an answer impatiently.
But when minutes passed, it annoyed me.
I rolled my eyes and then knocked again. A little too harshly.
I was just going to grab my phone to call my brother but then the door was opened.
And there stood Kenneth. His light brown hair was very short and curly, that matched his light, soft-angled eyebrows. His forest green, almond deep-set eyes showed off his face clearly, from his Greek nose to his oval face. Kenneth was very fit, which was probably because he worked out a lot. Even if he was a high school student still, he was in 12th grade, so would be graduating soon.
"Nathan!" he exclaimed.
"Hey, Ken," I greeted him.
In seconds he had clasped his arms around my neck. "W-What? What are you doing here? I thought you were in New York?"
I hated what the memories of New York did to me.
I shook it off.
"Yeah, well, I thought it was time to finally come home."
"I've missed you so much, brother," Kenneth mumbled into my neck, hugging me tighter.
I smiled. "I've missed you too, little bro."
Kenneth had always had this sweet aura around him. I guess that's the reason why he has so many friends, people have always liked him. He's always kind to others, never lets anyone down, always takes care of others even if he's the one to get hurt in the end. And is always happy.
When we reached the living room -after he had helped me with my two suitcases-, there stood a girl around his age. Her hair was dark blonde and wavy, figure was fit because I knew she went to the gym with Kenneth. Her face was triangle shape, eyes were close-set dark grey, eyebrows painted dark and were S-shaped. But her face was heavily caked with makeup, but I didn't really care about that. Her short skirt that showed off her tan legs was paired with a tight shirt that showed off her curves.
I mean, she was pretty but just not my type.
Plus, she was my brother's girlfriend anyway so it wasn't like I was going to hit on her or like her romantically.
She instantly smiled as soon as she saw me and then walked over to me and Kenneth. "Oh my god! Is this the famous Nathan that you've been talking about, Ken?"
Kenneth nodded. "Yeah. Nathan, this is my girlfriend-"
She cut him off. "I'm Estrela, and it's so nice to meet you." I was shocked when she hugged me suddenly. "Kenneth has told me so much about you. Oh, I've been dying to meet the famous brother."
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