Park Bom P.O.V   It was one beautiful Sunday morning in New York. The sun light shone trough my balcony double door and warm up the whole room. I can also hear the birds chirping which is very annoying until I realize that it was actually my alarm.    I turned to my side to shut it off before laying back on my stomach and snuggling more to my pillow. Well the things is theres no better choice than to spend the day by slee-   "Urrrggghhh!!!!" An unlady like groaned was came out of my mouth, I swear I sounds like an old man who broke his back. There's something or rather someone who has just jumped it's whole body on me and wrapped me in a bone crushing hug.   "RISE AND SHINE SUGAR!" The person shouted loudly trough my ears. Afraid that he's gonna make my ears bleed, I quickly opened my eyes. Without looking I already know that it was my one and only best friend Colton Stewart Haynes. We've been best friend since I moved from South Korea to New York. Which is almost a decade ago, I remember the first time I met him.   Flashback   I came with my dad to his friend house to celebrated his first son birthday and you guessed it correct. His son was no other that Colton. I arrived at an Italian Mansion.    Wow, I didn't know that someone could have this kind of house in the middle of New York.    But one thing for sure they came from lot of money. Lots of it.    I stepped into their garden and sure is there's a huge party going on. Although I'm new to the environment I adjust my self pretty quick with my fluent English as my advantage. I made a lots of friend right away, as I laugh and tell them a story about my life I realized that I haven't greet the birthday boy.   "Sarrah, um.. I haven't greet the birthday boy." Her laugh suddenly stopped and she looked at me blankly and when something's finally clicked on her mind she started to smile. What a weird girl.   "Oh right Colton! I almost forgot it was his birthday. I'm sorry but he's a loner, he don't like this whole party things."    "It's alright, where is he now?" And then Sarrah pointed her finger to a short blonde boy who sat him self on a big wooden chair and his face was rested on one of his hand. A king crown placed on top of his head and so is his frown.    Sarrah leaned close to my ear and start to whispered "As his cousin, I suggest you to not get close to him. He's kind of um-.." Before she finished her words I made my step towards his way. As I was getting closer to him, he finally noticed my presence and straighten up his back slowly. Without realizing I'm already smiling as I stopped in front of him.   "Hi Colton! I'm Park Bom but you can call me Jenny. Happy Birthday!" I reached out my hand, waiting for him to shake it. He was taken aback at first, he shifted his vision from my face and then to my hand and back to my face.   "Go away!" Rude much?    As he said those words I can see the sadness behind his eyes. Somehow I just want to be his sunshine and make his sadness go away. I think he didn't meant that, he just don't know how to be a nice person.    "Your welcome! Come on I want to show you something." I grabbed his hands and dragged him down from his seat.    "Where are you taking me? Hands off me!! I told you I don't want to!" But not once did he tried the attempt to letting go of grip. Infact he was nicely following me, well except for his annoying rambling.    End of flashback   And we've been friends since then. Although his loner attitude is still there.    Now the short blonde boy with an icy blue eyes and braces on his tooth was long gone and replaced with a 6'5 tall and super attractive billionaire to say that I used to be taller than him. Colton is a very gorgeous guy, but I would never admitted that to his face of course.    Many women throw themselves at him but he just played it cool. That makes the paparazzi made up a strange rumors about him, saying that he was secretly married to me. We both grow up in front of public eyes, so I wouldn't blamed them if they were saying that we were secretly married knowing that we were very close to each other.    And there's one time when they called him a gay. I for months for it and to make things clear, he's not a gay. He just very private about his personal life and let me tell you he has a different woman every night on his bed. So relax girls! He's not a gay. Now back to the present.    "OKAY OKAY! NOW GET OFF FROM ME YOU PRICK!" I was still lying on my stomach and I find it hard to get away from his embrace. I tried to hit him, pull his hair and even bite his arm. But he's just chuckled at my effort.    Damn Colton and his all muscle body.   I ran out off breath and just it up being trapped under him.   "You can get off now, I give up.."    "What's this? Is that a sign of giving up I heard from you? Say that again, I can't hear you.."   "Get lost." I'm not the type of person who give up easily. But I just want to get this things over with and get him out of my pent house.   "My my. Is that how you greet your awfully handsome best friend whom you haven't met since what? 2 weeks ago? Geez, kids these days."    "Is this how you greet your awfully gorgeous best friend? By crushing her bones?"    He moved to his side and his embrace start to loosen up a bit. But his one arm still wrapped around my waist. And he still put on that ridiculous grin of his.   "And that is called affectionate young lady if you happen to not know it." He spoke with a fake british accent try to imitate Dumbledore or something.   "Affectionate my ! I said get off!" I said while pushed his body away.   "Okay okay! Gosh you're so violent in the morning." He sat himself Indian style on my California King size bed facing me.    I slowly sit my self up while rubbing my tired eyes. Finally I noticed his features, he was wearing a loose black tee with grey sweatpants covering his body. His short blonde hair was shelved.   My best friend sure is attractive.   I wonder why I never had a crush on him. Maybe I'm always considered him as my brother.   "What are you doing here?" I yawned.   "I'm hurt that you don't remember what happened last night." He placed a hand on his heart and failed to put on a sad face.   "What happened last night?" I asked confused while trying to remembering what actually happened.   "Seriously? Remember Victorian Secret after party? So let me explain, I just got back from Italy to visit my family and meet up with some potential client there to discuss about their investment on my Oil Company. I was having a good time with those Italian hottie with big s an-"    "Ugh It's too early in the morning for that stuff.."   "Right, so I remember about your Victorian Secret show and I called the pilot to get my plane ready and fly here right away. I'm not saying that I want to watch those y model of course I want to watch you-" I raised my hand for him to stop talking.    Man and his dirty mind.   "But you usually came to the back stage to say hi. I didn't see you there."   "I didn't say that I watch your show. The plane was canceled due to a heavy storm. So yeah I only attend the after party just to see you crying your heart out on the dance floor saying that you lost your father. I took you home and tucked you to bed your welcome." After a long attempted I finally remembered something.   "I remember mistook a Vodka for water." I answered sheepishly.    "Of course you are." He answered with a sarcastic tone in it.   "Don't blame me! You know I have a low tolerance on alcohol and the bartender serves me the wrong drink." I crossed my hand angrily.    "Next time make sure to call me if you planning on getting yourselves drunk so I don't have to save your without being suspected as a kiddnape