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"You thought my life was perfect, didn't you?" I say with a sigh. "I like to pretend it is. I like people to think that it is. I probably get that from my parents." I chuckle humourlessly

I look away, "I do feel lonely, James. More than you'd think. So well, in that way I guess we're not different."

I laugh and shake my head, "I'm pretty sure I can think of something for us to do together that would be better than what you've planned. You know what, just come with me back to my place? We can stop by to your place first so you can change out of your uniform."
 
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I laugh at your acceptance. "We can be 'The lonely friends'."

"Alright, sounds good." We arrive at my home, which was an old ranch house. I got out of the car and invited Emara to come inside. I walked into my home and threw my book bag down in the hallway to my living room which had an old TV, rustic furniture, a saggy sofa, and dried out wallpaper. I went into my room to change into something clean. I was excited to see what Emara had in-store today.
 
"Lonely friends? That's a good oxymoron there. But sure, I guess we can be."

I'm a little surprised when James invites me in. I don't know why but I didn't think that he would. I look around the place as I walk. It has an odd resemblance to Felipe's house. It's nice. It isn't that big and things aren't exactly in the best condition but it's homely. I like it.

I realise that I know nothing about James other than he's smart and works for my parents. I definitely know nothing about his family. I look around to see if I can find a family picture.

"You have a nice place here. Is it just you and your parents?"
 
There are no family photos up anymore. After dad left, mom took all of them down. The walls are as barren as our lives.

I come outside of my room wearing a Japanese inspired Tokyo t-shirt and a regular pair of denim jeans and converse sneakers. "It's just me and my mom know. I'll let you know about my dad if we ever find him." I say with a sarcastic tone.

"Do you need anything to drink or should we leave?" I look at Emara as she circles around the living room with nothing to do since our house had little to nothing for entertainment.
 
When I don't find any photos, I turn to look out the window. I only turn back to see James when he comes back. He looks kinda cute, making me smile at him.

"Well, if he is anything like my dad, I'd say it's a good thing that he left", I joke.. partially.

"I guess we can leave then? I really want to fix myself a bit before I get something to eat or drink. You ready to go?"
 
"Well if your dad ever leaves, ask him to leave you some money, or else you're gonna have to live like me," I laugh at her joke.

"Yeah let's go!" I follow her out the door and lock up as I head towards the car. We drive up to the Quinns estate. I had been to the house a few times before for parties but never had been personally invited until today. The house had a beautiful yard next to the driveway where the car parked.
 
I chuckle when he jokes back, "Well, I have trust fund so..."

As we drive back to my place, I try to think of things we can do. Since my parents like to brag, our place has a lot of impressive things and since I don't get much from my parents except for their money, I feel no guilt or shame spending it or taking full advantage of their extravagant tastes.

"Come on", I say as we enter. "Where would you like to start? My personal favourite is the liquor cabinet but you don't seem like someone who drinks. Anyway, let's start with what you wanna do first."
 
"Lucky you Quinn, you plan on cashing out and running away anytime soon?" I say as a joke.

The Quinns were quite rich, like any rich family they spend their life with lavish taste. The house is a beautiful property with high ceilings and lots of space. It matched the other houses in the neighborhood who lived in a different tax bracket than the rest of the town.

I was shocked to see Emara offer me a drink, I had no idea she had already started drinking. "You drink Emara? prove it!" I dare her to potentially take a sip in front of me.
 
I grin, "Of course not. I'm going to spend their money for as long as I can. I'm saving the trust fund for the day they cut me off."

I raise a brow, "Yes.. Everybody in our grade does.. well, everyone I know in our grade. Why is it so hard to believe?"

"Well, come on then", I say as I lead him to the kitchen and grab a bottle of red wine. I take out two glasses and pour wine in both of them. "So the right way to hold the glass from the stem, swirl the wine and drink. Though if it's specifically wine tasting, then you have to smell it too. Like this." I demonstrate as I take the first sip. Now you do it."
 
I follow Emara to the kitchen and wait at the marble kitchen Island as she pulls out a black bottle with reddish content and a white label wrapped around the bottle. I assumed she was referring to hard liquor, but I can imagine people drinking wine at a young age as well. It was shocking to see the rampant rise in underage alcoholism in current society; it felt like I lived under a rock with different rules that isolated me from the other rebellious teens.

I hear a cork pop out loudly out of the bottle as Emara handles the bottle like a professional. I watch how she handles the win in her glass and copy her technique to drink, but the taste was clearly not meant for me. I instantly gag as the after taste hits my tongue.

"ugh, that tastes horrible. Why does anyone want to ever drink that?"
 
I chuckle at his response, "Wait.. was that your first taste of alcohol. Good thing I didn't give you vodka. Don't worry though. No one likes their first sip. It's an acquired taste." I take another sip from my glass and point to his, "Are you gonna finish that?"

I finish my drink and leave my glass on the counter and put the bottle back before grabbing a glass of water for him. "Here. What would you like to eat?"

As if on cue, the cook exits the pantry and enters the kitchen. "He must've prepared something already but feel free to tell him if you want something different. I'll go get changed, okay?" I leave James with the cook and go to my room.

I return shortly, wearing a t shirt and cotton shorts.
 
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I smile, seeing Emara enjoying herself. She was happy to tease and laugh as she enjoys her sip of wine. When Emara asked if I was going to finish my drink, I look down at my glass of wine and felt a sense of fear as I looked at the red wine. I decided that I needed to prove my worth to her, so I decided to grasp the stem of the glass and gulp the remaining of the wine in my glass, trying to hold my breath, hoping not to breathe the aroma or taste the wine.

I take a long look at Emara as she put the wine bottle away; her legs look stunning in her uniform. Noticing my uncomfortable taste with wine, she walked over to the fridge and poured cold water into a glass for me. I take the glass of water from her, "thanks, I needed this."

"Well, do you want to order out, or do you snap your fingers and your personal chiefs fix you whatever you ask for?" I tease her back with a smile.

As Emara leaves, I make small conversations with the chief. The Quinns help were always immigrants who have survived far worse than I had to overcome.

By the time Emara came down, the chef had prepared our meal for the evening. We had some spicy eggs foo yong. Typical of Emara, she pulled off her Tee and short shorts. I did my best not to blush.
 
I see the food on the table and grin, "I love spicy food. You know how most people go for ice cream after a bad day? I go for spicy food." I rub my palms as I take my seat.

I look at James, "Don't be shy. I won't judge if you wolf it down. Milo is an artist. He's so amazing that even my racist parents hired him."

I dig in then. "What do you wanna do after we eat? I could show you the library. It's really nice. I think you'll like it."
 
I stuff my mouth with every spoon filled with delicious warm rice, diced tomatoes, spring onions, eggs, and soy sauce. "mmm, that's so good." I watch her chow down her food with the same ferocity.

I laugh at Emara's depth. "So how do your parents feel about you dating Felipe?"

"Library? do you know where that room is? or do you have a tour guide ready to show us around," I laugh.
 
"Told you", I say stuffing my mouth with food. From the looks of it, James is really enjoying the food too, not just being polite.

"Well, my parents aren't capable of feeling much really. Especially when it comes to me or anything I do. They either feel annoyed or disgusted or both." I say casually and shrug like it doesn't bother me. "They are just entitled snobs. I don't care about their opinion."

I roll my eyes in mock exasperation, "No one hires a tour guide to give anyone a house tour. Butlers usually have that covered. Lucky for you, I do know where the room is. But if you prefer being shown around by the butler, that can be arranged too."
 
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"I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know your parents cared very little about you." I slowly stop prodding for information from you and finish eating.

"Why don't you give me the tour, I'll just pretend you're the butler, it's actually one of my fantasies."
 
"It's fine", I say simply as I finish eating as well.

I raise a brow and chuckle before sliding off my seat. I clear my throat and stand up straighter as I fold my arm in front of me copying how I have seen our butler stand. "Right this way, Sir", I say trying to make my voice sound deeper while maintaining a pokerface.
 
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"I prefer your highness, lady Quinn." I stand up and follow her lead into the hallway. I was happy to see a side of Emara I haven't seen before. I was certainly enjoying myself as I have never before. I didn't imagine having this day with Emara. She's certainly a nice person and I wondered if we could be friends at school.
 
I raise my brows in amusement at his words and nod, "My apologies, your highness." I lead him up the staircase. It feels nice to have him around. It's nice being able to be myself.

"The upside to having born into such a pretentious household is that I do get to enjoy some pretty cool things. That's the media room, right there", I say pointing in the direction. "That'll be our next stop."

I lead him into the library. "Pretty cool, huh? I don't know why I brought you here since we're not gonna read or anything but I just thought you'd like to see it." I turn to look at James, "What do you think?"
 
I giggle and accept her apology in a pompous manner, "It's okay Milady, I promise not to punish my royal servants."

I follow Emara upstairs, "Well having a pretentious household is far better than living like the commoners. Imagine cooking your own meal, I can never go back to being a peasant."

"Oh wow, a media room? is that where you do your photo shoots?" I gasp and laugh at the same time. I may be able to joke but I was more than impressed with the Quinn estate.

Once we entered the library, I was dazed in the luxury surrounded by me. "Wow, this is much better than my bookshelf. It's certainly beautiful but not cozy as I expect it to be. Just because it's extravagant doesn't make it perfect."

I walk over to you and reach out for your hand with a smile, "Let's go see that media room of yours."
 
I chuckle, "How gracious of you, your highness. I'm grateful beyond words." I do a mock curtsey.

"You can always move in. I'm pretty sure my parents would love to adopt you. They can't stop singing your praises some days." I try to keep the bitterness out of my tone but I'm not sure if I manage or not. I don't hold anything against James. It's not his fault that my parents are..well, my parents.

"Yes, where else would I do it?" I make a face like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I shrug, "Yeah, Quinns do pretentious, sleek, pretty and cold. We don't do cozy." I sigh, "It used to be nicer.. cozier when my grandfather was alive. He built this actually. When he died, my father did the renovating."

I take his hand, before raising a brow, "Royalty holding a peasant's hand? Scandalous!" I fake gasp.
 
momentarily, my heart sank and I realized the deep torn between you and your parents. "I'm sorry if my compliments cut you, I never meant to outshine you in your own parents' eyes."

I'm glad we were still able to keep the mood light with our jokes.

"I would love to know more about your grandfather when you want to talk about him," I was glad to see Emara have some loving relationships with her family members.

"Scandalous, huh? Trust me, I know how filthy your hands can be," I say with a laugh and I decided to keep what I had known secret, about the time I had spotted her and Felipe in the locker room.
 
I shake my head, "I kinda got my revenge after that prank I pulled on you." I sigh, "I'm sorry about that. I know it was wrong and it wasn't your fault. I was just.. I don't know. Can you forgive me for it?" I don't look at him. I feel too ashamed to.

I take a deep breath, "Sure, he was a really cool guy. It's been a long time I've spoken about him to anyone. He was sooooo nice. You wouldn't believe he was a Quinn." I chuckle.

I smirk at his comment, "You do, your highness? And yet you hold them? Why?" I raise a brow.
 
I nod my head, "consider it forgiven."

"I can believe that, not everyone grows with a silver spoon. I'm sure someone in your family came from an honest hard-working background. Tell me more about him, he sounds wonderful."

"I don't know," I smile and gently blush back. I clutch your hand and walk back down towards the so called 'media room.'
 
I raise a brow, "Just like that? If I were you I'd make me work for it." I chuckle. "But you can't take it back now."

"He was. He was the most wonderful person to know. I think all my happy childhood memories are with him or because of him. He would read me stories, take me out for ice cream, take me on picnics, check for monsters under my bed", I chuckle. "I miss him."

I smile as we enter the media room. "Now, if you plan on spending your day in front of a screen. It might as well be a nice screen."
 
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