2A/N: Ok... It's not me to write stories that are down-to-earth since i usually write supernatural genres. because of this... go easy on me, kay? lolx...
but to make a point, this story REALLY is based off my life and my friends (Oo), so it's centered in an asian community. any questions regarding how things work, please feel free to ask me. you will definately get a reply from me.
NOTE: although this story is about many different characters, i will focus more of Carly and Travis. Hope the rest of you wouldn't mind.
Prologue
(Carly Wong)
When I was young, my maid used to walk me to my art school that is about 10 minutes away from my house. Every time we turned to the corner that led straight to my art school, I would start to walk slowly hoping to delay the time of my art lessons and at the same time peer and look into the houses I pass by.
The house in the corner was just like any other houses and I paid as much attention as I did to the rest of the houses along the way. Nevertheless, I never knew that one fine day, five years later, I would meet the second son of the owner of the house at the corner and two years after meeting him, would our lives be tightly intertwined together.
We live 10 minutes apart and we study in the same secondary school. We are in the same class sitting three seats away from each other. We know each other's names yet we did not actually acknowledge each other's presence and when we did, he would be a sarcastic and narcissist fellow and I hated his guts to the bone.
However, when we reached Secondary 3, something changed. What, I do not know. We were 15 at that time. I started to be more bearable towards him and we started on small friendly chats. Eventually over a couple of weeks, maybe a month or so, I began to look at him in a different light and I thought to myself, he is not as bad as he seemed to be.
Even though I looked at him in a new light, I knew nothing about him. Not about his family, his interest, his mind. As a girl who grew up in a warm and love-filled environment and have a natural urge of sheer curiosity, I wanted to know more about him.
He is so different from the rest of the boys in my class. He was never loud and rowdy although arrogant. He is a track-and-field athlete and a top student academically. He is usually so quiet and would stay away from the crowd, in a corner with a book, looking nerdy and 'bookworm-ish'. Yet when he does strike up a decent conversation, he seems like any other normal guy.
Despite all that, something compelled me and drew me closer to him. Maybe it is that subtle yet distinct air of mystery around him. The kind where if you get too personal with him, you will be pushed away and a wall so thick and huge like the Great Wall of China will be immediately built up as a barrier between you and him. It became so fascinating until the point that I was utterly hooked and hell bent onto figuring out who he really is, deep down and underneath that facade.
I thought it would be fun. I thought it would be amusing. After all, I just want to know more about my new friend here, right?
How wrong and naive was I at that time... how terribly stupid. Little did I know what the future holds for me. I never knew how things from then onwards slowly carved a way into my life leaving an everlasting deep mark
Fascination slowly manifests itself into something more. A strong affection for him slowly brewed inside my heart and when I realized it, I could not turn back. Not anymore.
But that is not the end of the story. Not by a million miles. It does not just conclude with the fact that deep unforeseen feelings grew and surfaced. That is just the beginning.
The things that are to come. Situations that we would encounter. It would not only affect our lives but also many others around us. Through this whole process of learning through pain, happiness, regret, joy, frustration and most importantly, love, we are slowly moulded into maturity. Our perspective on life changes through each course of events, learning from lessons that were best avoided yet at the same time unavoidable.
Nevertheless,
Dear readers,
The story that I am going to relate to you is based on true events although not a hundred percent. The names of each character that you will eventually meet are changed and altered to protect the real identity of the person although their surnames do remain the same.
This story isn't just about me but also about the lives of my friends and their own lives. Different stories, woven together to tell one single tale of love and friendship, hope and trust.
I might not be will you the whole time the story is told, but you will see me time to time again. Occasionally, especially if the story is not about me, the rightful owner of that story will meet you instead of I and maybe, just maybe he will meet all of you too if he wishes for I am sure that he has his own part of the story to tell.
So until then, loving all you readers out there always,
Carly Wong.
A/N: any questions?