A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Euro's POV

How, how, how??? Why, why, why???

Help me to understand.

JJ is my best friend. He is literally my brother. I even address him as 'bro'.

So why is this happening to him? To me?

I totally do not regret punching him in the face.

Eeewww!

The feel of his lips on mine was so gross, it makes me want to puke.

I mean why would a brother kiss his own brother? On the lips eeewww!

Okay, technically we are not blood brothers, but imagine spending every single day with him for the past five years, how could I not consider him as my own brother?

I have rubbed my mouth so many times with my mom's liquid laundry detergent but it still feels so gross, like I can't wipe it off completely enough.

If boiling water was not so painful or would melt my skin, I would spill boiling water on my lips without hesitation.

I totally meant it when I told him that I don't ever want to see his face again.

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"Euroooohhh!"

"Yes, mom!"

"I'm giving you ten seconds to come down to the dinner table!"

"Yes, mom, I'm coming down right now!"

I wipe off my mouth with my face towel and run downstairs before my mom starts yelling at me again.

Ooohhh my favorite pasta dish! Ham ravioli bake!

"Easy, son, easy!" my mom cautions me when I stuff a big spoonful of it into my mouth and then  without waiting to swallow I scoop another spoonful into my mouth. 

"Last night you almost choked on one of the chicken drumsticks. Slow down, son. Please. I might be unsuccessful in doing a Heimlich maneuver on you. My arms are not long enough to reach around your waist." my mom says to me sternly.

I do as my mom says.

I slow down and savor the taste of the creamy ravioli and the bite size pieces of ham in it.

"Thank you for the delicious dinner, mom," I say as I stand up from the table after downing the tall glass of ice cold cranberry juice.

Then I walk to the fridge and take out a small carton of chocolate milk and stuff it into one of the deep pockets of my pants before my mom can notice, otherwise she might stop me and tell me to put it back in the fridge. She's against the idea of eating or drinking anything sweet before bedtime.

I run upstairs to my room.

I have barely reached my bedroom door when my phone starts to ring.

It's not a generic ringtone. It is the special ringtone that I have assigned to JJ.

Whenever this ringtone comes on, I always clearly remember why I chose it for JJ.

I remember clearly one summer night we had sneaked out of our individual houses and met up at a nearby park that was eerily quiet at that particular time because all the noisy children had gone home and gone to bed.

We enjoyed looking up at the starry sky, waiting to see a shooting star. And on that one particular night we did see a shooting star. At first it took us both by surprise and then suddenly we were happily hugging each other so tightly and if JJ had not moved his face away quickly enough I would have kissed him by accident.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!" JJ had urged me.

We both clasped our hands together and closed our eyes and silently made our individual wishes.

Unknown to me, JJ's wish had been exactly the same as mine: that we would both be together forever.

Because JJ and I both enjoy looking up at the constellations on a clear and cloudless night, I decided to choose the Constellation ringtone for him. Unknown to me, he had chosen the same ringtone for me on his phone.

Back to the present

The Constellation ringtone keeps on going.

I freeze in front of my bedroom door. I am undecided whether to take JJ's call or not.

But I am still mad at him. Let him find someone else to chat with tonight.