Description
His name was Lucky; he's been my shoulder to cry on whenever I'm down. He's always been there whenever I needed comfort. In short, he's my bestfriend since we were little that I never thought I would fall in love with him. I was in love with my bestfriend and I didn't have the courage to confess. Enter Kerby in the picture. Let's just say he has this chinito look every girl looks for a guy. Yes, yes, tall, tanned and handsome . . . but strangely weird. He's always spacing out for Pete's sake but still gets girls' attention regardless of his strange attitude. At first, I thought it was just a mere crush I was feeling for Kerby since I confirmed it myself that I was in love with Lucky. But as days passed, as he was continuously bugging me, as he was persistently annoying me . . . I realized I was starting to dislike him. Until I found out that the hatred I was feeling was a disguise of my blooming love for him. The question is: Lucky . . . or Kerby?
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