Acknowledgement and Dedication:

To a very special person, who inspired this story and made me enthusiastic enough to write this, but sadly, not in my life

anymore.

Don't worry, he is still there but we ended things up two years from the day I wrote this.

? I won't want to jeopardise his privacy so I chose not to mention his name. Hope you understand

: ?

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First's playlist:

? Mirage

theme song

- Elina

? Black and White

second theme song

- Niall Horan

? What a time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan

? You & me - James TW

? Monsters - Katie Sky

the single version

? Paper planes - Elina

? Here's your perfect - Jamie Miller

? You mean to tell me - Tatiana Manaois

? Ours - Taylor Swift

? Coping - Rosie Darling

if you want to listen to it, then go to Spotify and type "First on wattpad" you will get it

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Please keep in mind that this book is the first thing I wrote before I started embarking on journey of being a writer. I have no background or writing experiences or courses done on creative writing so please excuse my newbie mistakes and effects and forgive me XD

Also, please keep in mind that "First" is not exactly fictional so I would appreciate it if you are careful about the words you use, and please try being kinder even if it got on your nerves, especially on the main characters bc they are based on real-life people. Thank you. :

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Chapter - 1

I stood there in front of my doorstep with one big suitcase, two cabin bags and one backpack that was clinging uncomfortably to my shoulders from the back, forcing myself to not feel heartbroken because I'd waited for this day since forever.

Dad was taking the car out from the garage, Mamma was packing almonds and walnuts for me in the kitchen and Ethan was getting ready in his room.

I was starting my college life in like two hours and I didn't know how I was supposed to feel - sad because I was going to be away from my family, the neighbourhood and everything that played a very significant part in making me who I was or happy because I was lucky enough to see the day I was waiting for, my whole existence.

This question triggered me because either way I felt guilty. I had this feeling, something inside me was telling me to be sad because I was going to be away for a while.

I was always the excited-for-college kid in all the phases of my life while my classmates of all phases of schooling didn't give a shit about it. I studied and worked hard day and night, just for the acceptance letter from my dream college and for this day but now, when the time for college was finally here, I was confused about how I should feel. I was going to miss a lot of things here, that once annoyed and irritated me. I guess goodbyes can make you miss those things you once thought, would be better, gone.

I didn't mean like it was a permanent goodbye but yeah, it was a goodbye to my home, my neighbourhood for the first time in my life.

My arms were folded, overlapping one another when I felt something cool on my left wrist. I looked down and realised that it was a drop a tear which made me frown a little; I was crying and I wasn't even aware of it.

"Funny," I whispered to myself, chuckling humourlessly.

Now that made it clear, I wasn't excited or looking forward anymore, I was clearly sad. I think that I just didn't want to accept the fact that I was sad when I should be excited instead because I have been looking forward to this day

like I said

my whole existence since all the other phases of my schooling sucked.

I was lost in my melancholic thoughts when I heard a honk, startling me. Looking at my left, I realized it was Dad, signalling me to bring all my packed stuffs to the car. Forcing myself to snap out of my thoughts, I started moving towards him. And besides, it was good Dad interrupted since it was a good distraction for my change of thoughts.

When I reached there with all my bags, he came out of the car to help me. He was loading my bags when he whispered, "Honey, come on. Don't ruin your mood because of these couple of months. You will be back in no time,"

I was so sure he didn't see my face and tears. Startled, I asked, "How do you know about my change of thoughts?"

"I can see tears from the corner of your eyes and I am your Dad, I am supposed to know. Doesn't matter if the tears are there or not." He replied softly, holding me from both sides of my face. There was comfort in his eyes which I was glad of.

I gave him a surrendered smile before he hugged me lovingly - a long, tight one which seemed to say 'You will be just fine.' Pulling away from the hug, he gave me a warm smile and held me on both of my shoulders before saying, "Summer, you've got this." He said it with so much confidence and belief in his eyes that no one will be able to still feel off. I searched for any clues or hints that could prove to me that he said those words just to comfort and cheer me up but I found nothing - just confidence and trust.

Suddenly I just was not scared and sad anymore but instead, I started to feel relieved as if I know for sure that I've really got this.

"Thanks, Dad," I said, with a smile that screamed nothing but gladness. Not for his advice but for him.

"I didn't do anything. It's you that made yourself believe that you can do this. But now, please do me a favour by going inside and calling your mother and your brother. We are running late. Virginia is two hours away and we have to reach there by one latest and it is already nine fifty-five."

Smiling widely, I nodded. I turned away and sprinted back inside when I met brother dearest in the front room, using his phone. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Ethan please get up and go to the car. Dad is waiting. We are running late." He didn't reply, which was not surprising.

Rolling my eyes again, I turned back to call mom when I see a plate of pancakes on the dining table. We had pancakes for breakfast and he didn't join us because of his lazy ass.

"ETHAN! YOU STILL DIDN'T EAT YOUR BREAKFAST?!"

He still didn't reply. He didn't even look up.

"FOR GOD SAKE REPLY! ARE YOU DEAF?!" I shouted again.

"What. Do. You. Want?" He replied, after a minute later and finally looking up from his suckass phone. I glared at him angrily.

"If you going to glare at me like that the whole day, you are going to make us late, not me," He said smiling sarcastically.

"Oh, so you heard what I said. I am so surprised! I am going to put this in the newspaper whenever I come back that Ethan finally heard what I said."

"I heard everything that you said okay? It's just that I think answering your 24/7 blah blah blah isn't a useful thing. You know, saving my energy." He replied, emphasising "my energy" a lot more to piss me off more. I folded my arms and I keep on glaring at him angrily and he rolled his eyes at my reaction.

"Now which war is it?" Mamma asked, suddenly and angrily, coming out of her room.

"The same old one. Your daughter shouting at me for useless things," Ethan replied, rolling his eyes. He looked bad whenever he rolled his eyes. I mouthed 'ew' softly which wasn't new. Insulting and arguing all the time was our favourite hobby.

"Yeah right, telling him to hurry up and getting angry at him for still not eating his breakfast when we are running late is useless, right?" I said, still looking at him. "And besides, don't roll your eyes because you look bad. You aren't handsome," He frowned at my insult before looking at me and narrowing his eyes.

"You look more bad, " I admitted, laughing.

"Stop it, you both. Never happy together. Ethan, will you ever take anything seriously? We are running late and if you don't eat your breakfast in like five minutes, you are going to stay back." Mamma warned him.

"Fine," He replied, sulking and getting up from the sofa as if he was trying to force himself to get up. I told ya; lazy ass.

I victoriously smirked and chuckled softly, but loud enough for him to hear. He looked back at me and narrowed his eyes to which I showed him my tongue. He didn't do anything after that which made me the winner again.

Walking up to the dining table, he started eating his breakfast when Mamma informed, "Summer, wait for your brother and come together. You two better hurry. It's already 10:10 and lock the house after you. I am leaving the keys here on the table." before leaving the house to join Dad in the car.

I nodded and turned to Ethan, who was still on his phone while eating his breakfast. I rolled my eyes at his action but you know, walls don't obey you because they don't hear.

"By the way, you are so into your phone. Who are you talking to? Psycho Chloe?" I teased him.

"I have told you many times that we broke up," He answered, annoyed before looking down again.

"Yeah, I know. I just didn't believe she let you go. She was so in love with you,"

"Please, I was never serious with her and she being in love with me sounds like a joke. She was hooking up with many of my classmates behind my back."

"Oh, then I take back what I said. Instead, I will say this: Witches never let their victims go and she let you go. You are lucky, ass."

He shot me a deathly glare before looking down again which made me giggle.

"You know what, I'm seeing someone else," He suddenly said. My eyes went wide.

"WHO?" I shouted at his ears.

"Calm down dumbass. Her name is Evelyn Sinclair; She lives three blocks away, moved in ten days back from Philly and joined our school like five days back. I've had my eyes on her since like the first day."

"Is she is a witch and a slut too just like your previous groupies?"

"What? No! She is different and that's what made me like her so much. At first, I just wanted what I wanted from other girls but then, I started talking to her two days back and realized she isn't like those girls. She is very decent and very simple and sweet and very herself. In short, she isn't fake and that's what made me fall for her. All I have ever looked for in a girl is being true to oneself and she has it." He replied shyly.

"Damn! My brother is serious with a girl? That sounds almost impossible. I'm sure she is something."

"She is," He assured, blushing and still eating.

"Tell me more," I asked, sounding eager.

"Not now, I'll tell you in the car. If I continue now, I am not sure I will be alive to be with her."

"Okay, I get it. But I should be the first one to know if something ever happens." I pointed my index finger at him, giving him a glare.

"Geez, okay fine, now let's move. I don't want to die." He answered, stretching the 'die'. I nodded, happy that he agreed.

We fought a lot, precisely at the least five times a day but sometimes, we got along just fine. It's a siblings thing and our fights never affected us because deep down our hearts, we both knew that we had got each other's back. Always.