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DIANA'S POV

I bolted awake from a very nice sleep upon hearing an ear-splitting scream from next door. I'm not sure if it was a woman or a ferocious, giant eagle. With the adrenaline and fear rushing through me, I immediately get off the bed and rush straight to David's bedroom next to mine to check what's going on.

The door is slightly open so I push myself inside with my body preparing for the worst. I stop on my tracks upon seeing my big brother standing on the bed with suppressed laughter distorting his face. He is holding a baseball bat in hand, aiming it towards something in one corner of the room.

I notice his girlfriend visibly shaking behind him, holding on to his shirt so dearly with glazing eyes.

"What happened? What's wrong?" I ask, feeling so worried right now.

"There's a spider! I-It's really huge!It's almost the size of my hand and it was trying to attack me!" Franki answers while still hiding behind David.

Seriously? A spider? God, I thought it was something dangerous, like a fire or a burglar with a gun.

"Really?" I bite my lower lip to stop myself from smirking. She's something...

"Yes! I'm pretty sure it was a tarantula!" she exclaims in her raspy, high-pitched voice. David throws an apologizing look in my direction, his twisted lips telling me that he's stifling a laugh.

"It's gone, Babe. Don't worry..." He finally jumps off the bed and tries to pull Franki down with him, but the woman drops herself on the bed and curls behind a pillow like a scared fetus. I'm pretty sure she is already twenty-four, right?

"I really thought there was fire or something," I comment while casually leaning on the door.

"I swear it went there!" Franki points to the direction of the wall, completely ignoring my remark. "It might be hiding under our bed now! We have to kill it, David! It's dangerous! It's poisonous!"

I shake my head in amusement. I didn't expect my brother's girlfriend to be a scaredy-cat.

"Just find it already, Dave," I said in a lazy, deep tone while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

I am about to walk away but my eyes have caught something interesting when Franki stood up from the bed to face me.

She's wearing a sky blue nightie that shows off her well-endowed chest, and when I say well-endowed, I meant it literally. Her breasts have the perfect size and they look so full and soft...

Control yourself, Diana.

I avert my lingering eyes away from the teasing sight before my brother could have noticed it.

"I'm gonna leave you two and prepare our breakfast, okay?" I nonchalantly utter as I finally leave the room with an unexplainable feeling in my chest.

From the kitchen, Franki's screaming transforms into fits of giggles. David is probably tickling her again. It's his favorite hobby. He used to do it to me when we were younger and I hated it. We had a really huge fight during our childhood because of it. He was tickling me non-stop, prompting me to kick him really hard on his stomach that he fell on the floor face first and broke his molars. He never dared to tickle me again from that then on.

I took six eggs out from the fridge and decided to make scrambled eggs along with a few pieces of dried fish for our breakfast today.

Their flirty giggles continue to fill the entire unit. It's kind of distracting me and I don't know why. Not that I am jealous because I don't have anyone serious in my life right now but...I don't know. It's kind of awkward. I feel like I'm disturbing their privacy.

Franki has been very friendly to me for the past three days and never made me feel out of place here but it just feels like something is not right. I can't look straight into her eyes and I feel weird whenever she's near to me. She has this tendency to be touchy sometimes and I'm not sure why it's bothering me?

I'm thinking about moving out from here to give my brother the privacy with her.

I mean, Franki sure wants to have David all by herself, you know...

Moments later, she comes out of the room alone and joins me in the kitchen. She's still wearing the same nighties, and her hair is a total mess. She didn't even bother to fix herself. It's probably a sign that she's already confident with her appearance. I mean, why not? She's hot as fuck.

"God, I hate spiders and other bugs," she huskily mumbles in a very lazy tone while opening the fridge. It's obvious that she's still sleepy.

"Don't worry, they're harmless," I say while stirring the yolks of the eggs in the bowl.

"David cannot find it," she complains. "And that means this unit is not safe anymore," she says in a serious tone. She is pouting her lips when I glance at her, and I suddenly have the urge to pinch her cheeks.

"I'll try to find it later and get rid of it," I calmly say as I start to fry the scrambled eggs.

The way her face lit up reminded me of a hungry little girl receiving a delicious ice cream for her reward.

"Talaga? (Really?)"

I let out a small laugh. "Yes, Franki."

"You're not only maganda (beautiful), Diana. You're also nice!" she chimes in as she gives me a playful, lingering tap on my shoulder before leaning her back against the kitchen counter.

I can only laugh at her compliment. She slides closer toward me when I start putting four pieces of dried fishes on the frying pan.

"Is that toyo (dried fish)?"

I chuckle at her pronunciation. "It's tuyo, Franki. You should give a stronger stress on the first syllable. Toyo is soy sauce."

"Ahhh... I see. Tuyo. It looks...sarap! (delicious)"

"It is, Franki."

Why can't I stop smiling? She's really cute...and sexy. How on Earth can she manage to be both?

"I can't wait to taste it!" she cheerfully says before gulping down the carton of fresh milk on her hand. I give her a quick glance but then turn to her again when I notice that slight spill of the milk from a corner of her lips.

Seriously, is she twenty-four, or four? She's like a baby trapped in the body of a sexy model.

My eyes stayed longer than they should when I notice the white liquid trickling down from the curve of her well-defined jaw to her sexy-looking neck, and down to her screaming cleavage...

I immediately look away and continue cooking while biting my lower lip. I close my eyes and try to compose myself as my hands are shaking now.

Franki is talking about something that happened in Australia about three teenage boys who died because of poisonous spiders but her sweet scent that is caressing my nose is distracting me.

I have to be chill like I always am.

Being attracted to women can be really stressful sometimes. Actually, I'm not really sure if I'm a full-blown lesbian. I had crushes with female characters in cartoons, animes and movies while growing up, for some reasons, but I never had a girlfriend or had a crush on a girl in reality at that time.

I had my first relationship when I was in high school. It was with this guy, Brad. I think he's really attractive—very masculine and sexy. He was very sweet and appealing, the reason why a lot of girls had a crush on him.

It felt really good when I learned that I was the one he liked. He pursued me with lengthy efforts and after like two years, I finally said yes to him. Unfortunately, we only lasted for half a year because I was kind of uncomfortable all throughout our relationship. Hugging and kissing him feels awkward. His body is so hard and I felt like it didn't fit mine. I was looking for something more and something different, I guess. We also didn't had a lot of things in common.

I was single for the rest of my high school years then. My fear and disinterest with guys worsened when I had this traumatic experience with a driver who abused me...

I started dating girls when I was in college. A bunch of flings here and there, and I realized I was way happier with them and that was actually what I was looking for. Their softness, innocence, beauty and emotional compatibility...It felt like a had a friend and a lover rolled into one.

Emotionally and physically speaking, I'm really compatible with girls but I haven't found the one that I am a hundred percent and genuinely attracted to. I'm not sure if my standards are really high though.

I dated pretty models too, but I'm still looking for someone who will blow me away and would make everything in slow motion when I stare at them, you know.

I have been talking to this girl lately, one of my best friends and a fellow beauty queen, Vee short for Veronica, but we're not really into it yet. I mean, I like her because she's so smart and sweet, and very sensible, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to step our platonic relationship up to something more.

I started seeing her as more than a friend when we got drunk at my best friend Jas' party last year. I was really tipsy, so I hunched down in one corner and sober myself up with a cigarette. Veronica approached me, and we started talking despite the loud music. Next thing I know, we were already making out, but that was it because my guy best friend Dean dragged me away from her because we needed to go.

The next morning, Veronica started being awkward with me.

Long story short, she admitted that she has always liked me, and I told her I like her too, but I'm not sure about my feelings with her and that we should take things slowly. She told me that she's okay with it and with no label so here we are, casually texting and dating. I'm just kind of a little distracted nowadays ever since my brother came home from Australia after finishing his modeling contract in that country so my attention to Veronica has been lessened.

My family and some of my friends have no idea about my sexuality. I mean, who would guess that this beauty queen and commercial model is actually into girls too? Lesbians and bisexuals are typically stereotyped as butchy and man-like so they will never guess it. I'm naturally boyish, but I wear girly clothes because I need it.

It would be the end of me if my family will learn about this. They are religious, and knowing David, he has these homophobic tendencies sometimes.

Finally, the food is ready. I transferred everything to a bigger plate but almost dropped it when Franki pulls out that eagle scream again without warning and this time, she discharged it right next to my ear.

I think it has perforated my eardrums. I'm beginning to think that her vocal cords are something special, like out of this world. I gasp when she suddenly wraps her arms around my body and gives me a bone-crushing hug. Our faces are so close to each other her hot breath is fanning the skin of my neck.

"It's okay, Franki. I think it's gone." I try to calm her down.

"No! This room is not safe anymore! I think it's the end of the world!" she exclaims, slightly whimpering. I could even feel her body trembling. I look down at her and see that her eyes are shut really tight. God, she's really scared...

Smiling inwardly, I slowly shake my head with her amusing innocence. I am again distracted by the softness of her chest that is pressed against mine.

David comes out of the room with a worried look, and my eyes met his questioning ones.

"She saw the spider again," I inform him with a defeated grin.

"I think that spider is your stalker, Babe. It followed you from our room to the kitchen." David teases her more while chuckling.

I was able to breathe properly when Franki finally releases me and moves to hug David this time.

"Go away, bad spider! Franki Russell is only mine!" David toughly exclaims under the kitchen counter as if his girlfriend is a toddler and he is threatening a real person, and I don't know why I'm bothered by it. He was definitely joking but I am pretty much aware that my brother can be really possessive sometimes...

I have to be calm. I really have to be calm. Being attracted to my brother's girlfriend is the last thing that should happen to me. She's totally off-limits and definitely as straight as a metallic ruler.

Anyway, she'll only be here for like six months so it won't be a problem...right?

*****To be continued*****

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