I turned to Alex, to find him scribbling something on a napkin.

"What are you doing?" I squinted to try to read his chicken scratch.

"I'm writing a love poem!" he announced.

Oh gosh, not one of these again! Whenever Alex likes a girl, which is too often to count, he always writes a poem to get her attention.

It works alright.

It works so much that his poems are legendary among the girls at our high school. That kind of popularity isn't exactly a good thing. Let's just say that Alex's poetry would make a poet's ears bleed, fall off, then go roll into a pit of vipers to take itself out of its misery.

Heck, I even start to bleed when I hear his poetry.

"Want to hear?" he excitedly asked, already lifting the napkin to inspect his latest creation.

I gave him an uneasy look as I slowly backed my chair away from the table. "Uhh Alex, maybe you should consult someone else with more expertise about judging your poetry." I tried, nudging Max to warn him of the upcoming horror.

"Naw, I trust you guys. Your opinions matter more to me than any fancy schmancy poeter!" Alex breezily replied.

Poeter?

Oing. Can you see the foreshadow to his crappy poems? The idiot can't even name 'poets' correctly.

Alex grinned and wiped the dirt away from the used napkin and cleared his throat.

"Flowers make the world go round..."

Hmmm, a little cheesy but has potential.

"Because your eyeballs are mighty round,
And also 'cuz your ass is fine.."

Good God, what has he come up with now?

"Just like mine!"

Pfft, he always has to mention that butt of his.

"When you were late for class, so you ended up having to sit beside me in detention the other day and for the next couple days I finally realized it was fate,"

This was spouted in a blur of words, as if the moron was trying to squish all those things into one line.

And the grand finale:

"In conclusion we should date!"

He finished, throwing up his hands in emphasis.

On cue, I immediately stuffed a napkin up my nose to plug it while Max looked at him with unspoken horror in his dark brown eyes, dropping his magazine on the table from the shock.

Alex looked from me to Max, his eyes sparkling with excitement and hope. "So? What do you guys think?  It’s my personal best, I gotta admit."

Max and I looked at each other before glancing warily back at Alex.

"Uh, mentioning flowers. Yeah. Nice touch." Max vaguely commented, not exactly looking Alex in the eyes.

That seemed to be enough for Alex. He grinned like a pleased little boy and turned to me.

Crap.

"What about you, Joo-Eun?"

Jeez, talk about being put on the spot.

I shot him what was supposed to be a happy grin but knowing my poor acting skills, it probably looked constipated and pained.

"Um, your poem? Um, yeah. Yes, uh, yeah. Your poem..hmmm...well...let's see..." I tapped my chin and pretended to stare into the distance thoughtfully, which was KFC at the moment since we were in the food court.

Oooh two for one for chicken meal.  Maybe I should split that with Max.

Max figured out where my thoughts wandered off to and nudged me with his foot under the table.

Ah crap, right I’m in trouble.  

I tried to look somewhere else, trying to stall for time as I tried to think of something to say without having Alex bite my head off again.

Max tried to mouth something to help me out. I hastily tried to read his lips. Too bad I suck at reading lips.

"Da poo war weally horny fart." I repeated, before realizing I just spouted absolute nonsense. Max slapped his forehead while I looked sheepishly at Alex who shot me a look.

"What can I say. The beauty of your poems cannot be described by human words. In conclusion, I speak in garbage because it's what it truly deserves." I hastily replied, trying not to look sideways to avoid further suspicion.

You could tell Alex's little brain was puttering away, trying to decide whether that was a compliment or not. After a full minute, he looked suspiciously at me but nodded slowly in approval.

Phew! Joo-Eun it is so your day to shine! 

First, you meet the man of your dreams, second, you actually got the upper hand with dumbo Alex, and third, your period went 'poof' sometime between meeting Jin and getting my butt to the food court! 

It couldn't get any better than this! I bet even my own sister has never had such an awesome blossom day!

"Joo-Eun!" A too familiar voice called out.

I turned my head to see a tall, slender girl walking purposely towards our table, her arms completely bombarded with shopping bags.

Speak of the freaking devil.

Of course, the sun chooses this moment to peek from the clouds and shine through the huge windows of the mall to gently rest on her figure. The sun made this perfect halo above her perfectly straight hair, curled stylishly like one of those magazine cover girls.  Her eyes were bright and shiny and her whole face glowed like some radioactive freak or angel or something.

That, my friends, is my one and only fraternal sister, older by two and a half minutes, Park Eunhye.