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“Okay, I will apply with you,” I say without thinking any further.
“To Paris School of Fashion?”
I roll my eyes. “No, stupid. I will find a school that’s good for econ or finance and apply to schools in Paris. What the hell does it matter if we go to school in New York or if we go to school in Paris?”
Before I can say anything more, Raven jumps in my arms; her tiny arms wrap around my neck. I laugh as I almost tip backward in my attempt to catch her.
A little too soon, Raven pulls back. “You would do that for me?”
“Where else would I be if not with you?”
Raven is quiet for a few minutes. “I can't believe you'd do that for me.”
Should I tell her now?
For years I have watched her swoon over Milo. It ripped me up from the inside.
I hooked up with chick after chick, hoping for some sort of reaction from her. Some sort of jealousy.
Nothing.
Then I came here to find out that she had a boyfriend. I was so choked up I could barely speak when she sprung him on me.
I went through women after women. This time I wasn’t trying to make her jealous. I was seeking comfort and distractions.
Now,I am done with these mind-fuck games. I am nothing without her. Half of me is always missing when we are not together. I know I can’t be in New York anymore if Raven isn’t there either.
“Everyone tells us that we have an unhealthy codependency on each other. Might as well prove them right,” I say, mentally gearing up for the upcoming heavy conversation.
“Then let’s stay in New York,” Raven proclaims.
“Really?”
“Yes!”
“I thought you were sold to the idea of moving to the fashion capital of the world.” I raise an eyebrow at Raven.
“I wasn’t sold. It was an idea, but it was a bad idea the more I think about it. I can be a successful designer in New York, as well as Paris. But you can’t be successful running Wall Street if you are not physically there. If you can move to Paris for me, then I can stay in New York for you. Plus, us living in two different continents will never work. I can’t function without you."
This is it. It’s now or never. Before I can open my mouth, Raven sighs dramatically.
“What can I say? You are my,” —don’t say it, Raven—“brother from another mother.”
MOTHERFUCKER!
CHAPTER 3
November 21st, 2015
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Reid
The party has just begun and I am already exhausted. Milo always throws Raven and I lavish parties on our birthdays. So, today we are returning the favor and throwing Milo a grand twenty-first birthday party.
Raven has outdone herself with the decorations and Asher has overdone it with cases and cases of beer and liquor. I have been running around all day tying up loose ends and helping the vendors load into the house.
We have a caterer, servers and all types of different party activities that Milo likes. Raven and I have saved up for months to throw this party for Milo.
