I stared at the page and tried to think of what I could have next in the story.

"Kevin, you're great with love. What should I have happen next?"

I handed my notebook to my brother and he didn't even look at it before he tossed it over his shoulders.

"My story!" I said and pouted.

"I don't want to say this because you're my sister. But before you can write about love, you need to experience it."

"Are you telling me to get a boyfriend?"

Kevin shook his head.

"I'd never tell my sister to do that. I'd tell her though that you can't write what you've never experienced."

"I'll do research."

Kevin laughed as he got up from the couch in our living room.

"good luck with that."

He left the house and I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. He had a point. I couldn't write about what I haven't been through. I picked up my book and looked at the part I'd stopped at while I tried to find the solution to my problem. It came to me as I saw my phone go off and I looked at the caller ID. My friend HyungSik.

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Author Note: it's late and I couldn't sleep. I'm on my iPod right now so I hope this turns out okay. I think I figured out how to make paragraphs. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3