so at first i didn't like mox then i've been watching him lately and he caught my eyes, what can i say, the man's interesting.

he won't be in the first couple of chapters, mainly because i want to give the story a more meaningful background story so please be patient. :)

thank you!


I remember clearly, so very clearly when I walked into my dorm room, my heavy luggage with me. A fish in a big pond I was, little girl spoiled by the comforts of her loving family, finally out and about in the world, independent.

Mom and Dad both wanted me to do law, I was perfect for it they said. In truth, I was perfect for it because the family name I bear has been perfected by it. Mom, Dad, Nana, my older sister Lucy, older brother James, my auntie Bonnie, they all did law and are damn successful in the field.

I walked into that dorm room, the woman from the lobby informing me that I have a roommate who will also be doing the same degree as I would be. As soon as I walked inside that room, it was the loud punk music that was playing from the speakers already installed in her side of the room.

I remember Ellen clearly, so clearly the first time we met. She's a cool girl, so cool with her short platinum curly blonde locks, her skin sun-kissed from the sun contrasting well with the whiteness of her hair. The first time we met, she wore a floral sundress for the warm weather, the dress boasting her athletic body. She looked friendly yet intimidating…intimidating because she looked cool.

She looked at me up and down when I entered the room, as if studying me with one look. I was nervous that time, so nervous of what she might be thinking of me, me, who's dressed in my long red skirt, floral blouse, hair in a neat braid and my glasses in my eyes. She must've thought I was the biggest loser…but she grinned at me, approached me and gave me a hug.

'So you're my room mate, well, you better prepare yourself because we're going to be best friends for life,' she told me with a big grin on her face and that as they say was the start of the long history of our friendship.

Heads turning towards me from the disruption of the pastor's words, all I could do was give everyone an apologetic look. Holding a crying child in my arms, wrestling out of my arms, I rose up from my seat, leaving the uniformed people dressed in a sea of black and white.

With the crying child in my arms, I held him tight, secure as he'll ever be. The baby's loud, irritable cries momentarily stopping as I fed him with his already half empty milk bottle, a soft hum escaping my lips as I cradled the precious thing in my arms.

I remember it so very clearly too, the night I returned back to our dorm in the middle of our sophomore year in college. There was no loud music, even the TV was off and I found Ellen, lying on her bed, staring up in the ceiling she'd decorated with glow in the dark planets stickers.

'What's wrong, Ellen?' I recall asking her, finding it unusual to see her so quiet, so drawn into her deep thoughts. Ellen is that sort to speak her mind out, not keep it all in her head, that sort of attitude is my attitude.

'I'm pregnant, Coco,' she told me, the words escaping her lips so casually, as if it's no big deal, as if she's not afraid of the consequences. Pregnant, I remember sitting in my bed, in greater shock than she is.

'Well, does anybody else know? Do your parents know? Does the father know?' I remember throwing her all this questions the moment I regained my composure but I wasn't over with the shock yet.

'No,' simply, she responded. 'Mom and Dad had pretty much disowned me after the drug issue,' she said, relieving that frightful night she almost received a criminal record under her name. 'And no, the father doesn't know either, he was just a fling.'

Just a fling. I remember looking at her in complete utter shock and disbelief.

'I met him at a bar, out downtown, he's trouble, that guy but he was hot. He's one of those men that you, Coco would be a perfect match for, you're innocence is a great contrast with his roughness.'

Nine months later and here I am, nursing Oscar in my arms, the precious little thing in my arms merely a week old. Gone was the cheerful, loud and ever so carefree best friend of mine, the childbirth all too much for her body to handle.

Her family refused to come, Ellen's rebellious acts from the past paying off and resulting with her being shun even during her funeral by her own family. I could only guess that Ellen must've seen this all coming, she did law after all because she's one damn smart woman. She knew she won't make it, she knew they won't come and she very much knew I'll be here. The day she went on labour, Ellen left in her room a stash of cash addressed to me with a sticky note on top of it listing funerary cost, hospital bills and baby needs in it. Where she got the money…I could only imagine.

With little Oscar falling back asleep in my arms, I returned to my seat, walking past columns of seated people, dressed in black and white, some I recognise from the university, some Ellen's close friends.

As result of Oscar's tantrum, we've missed the pastor's words and as I sat back down on my seat, I watched as the white casket got lowered onto the ground, the tears that I told myself never to let anyone see almost instantly came pouring.

I remembered Ellen's smiling face the first time we hang out, she dragged me to the closest Taco Bell to binge eat as she refers it. With mouth full of food, I remember it well when she spoke loudly, 'Let me warn you now, Coco, I'm going to be making your life miserable as long as we're friends, I'm trouble, that's what I am.'

I merely smiled at her as I handed her a napkin. 'I like trouble,' I told her, 'I guess it's time I let trouble into my life.'


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