2 Nikolai

I wake to the sound of my alarm clock ringing for me to wake up. He comes home today, I remind myself. I jump up out of bed, rub the sleep from my eyes and jump right into the shower. God forbid if I smell when he first sees me. Nikolai and Samara have been my best friends since me and samara were five years old. Nikolai is three years older. He has been studying abroad for the last two years and honestly, I hated him being away. I missed his bright blue florescent eyes with his wavy long blonde curls and his tight smooth abs with that bible verse tattooed on the right side of his ribs. Ohhhh, I can not wait to see him and feel him. It feels like it has been ages since he left, but samara does not seem to miss him as much as I do. She doesn't really want him to come back and be her parents favorite again. She wishes she was an only child, but I try to assure her it is not always fun. I hated growing up alone. Parents were never home, always working. Samara has two seemingly perfect parents. They were always there on her birthdays and made sure she had the next designer thing. Their parents were rich, what could be wrong with that?