A flash of light flared on us as Harry hugged me, it was the light from his mom's camera. She swiftly snapped us and was glad she did before we split. She hurried to show it to her husband and my mom, who was astonished to see how fast she did it.

Mr. Eliza grinned. "Snapping is my real talent."

I exchanged glances with Harry, exhausted when I realized we're in big trouble.

Harry sat on the floor. "Mom, why did you snap us again? Why did you like hurting me?"

"Come on, kids. I won't post it until you stop cooperating." Mrs. Eliza gave her husband the camera. "I need to get them food." She hurried into the kitchen.

Here, Harry looked at his dad. "I don't like what mom's doing, she's acting weird this time. I'm tired."

"You better cooperate with her," Mr. Williams said. "If not, she would post everything."

My mom cleared her throat. "She wants to post this in her blog too if you refused to cooperate. It would be better if you guys became friends. A real bosom buddy"

An alarm rang on Mr. Williams's phone. He stood, gave my mom the camera, walking out. "I have a meeting to attend." He stopped at the door as if he forgot something behind. Looking at us, he said, "have a nice day new couple."

My mom laughed as he closed the door behind him.

Jack, the younger brother of Harry tapped my mom's hand. "Can we go now?"

My mom yawned, covering her mouth. "Why did you kids like playing video games like this."

Robert, my brother looks at her. "Please mom, this news is so boring to us."

My mom shrugged her shoulder. "Okay, you can go."

The kids jumped up, running inside Jack's room. My mom rose, too. "I'm feeling sleepy."

"Please," Harry said to my mom. "Give us that camera."

My mom hold her laugh, walking into her room as she gripped the camera tightly.

Now, silence fell when Harry looked at me and I sat beside him on the floor, saying, "we are now best friends, haven't we?"

Unacceptance countenance appeared on his face first, then he changed it to a smile. "We don't have a choice. You're welcome to our house. What's your favorite subject?"

I was surprised as he offer me a handshake which I accepted. "Can't think straight now, am hungry."

"I can't believe mom can starve me for a day? It's your fault anyway."

"You irritate me first."

"Stop saying nonsense. Are you pranking me? Why did you come to the dining when you knew I would be there?"

"Why can't you leave before I walked out of my room?"

He frowned now. "Hey who did you think you are?"

"You are arrogant," I said. "Why did you slap me when I pick your book in school?"

"I don't like people touching my thing, especially girls."

"Except your ugly bestie?"

He paused, looking at me. "What do you mean? You want me to slap you again?" He yawned.

I covered my mouth. "It's smelling like dung. A rotten mouth."

He looked at me with evil eyes. "You are in my house. I can do anything."

"Your room would be rotten too."

He gripped my hair, pulling it so that it would pain me. A grimace on my face changed to a smile when I see her mom coming, he started running his fingers on my hair back. "It's so beautiful."

Mrs. Eliza looked at us. "I thought you're fighting."

We exchange glances then looked at her. "No."

"Anyways, your food is on the dining table." She walked away.

"Do you want to kill me?" I asked her, holding my hair.

"Shhhh. She might hear you." He hurried up, walking to the dining room.

I forced myself up, for had lost strength, and I meet Harry staring at many plates of food on the table. I don't hesitate to sit. A flash of light flares to us once more.

"Mom, you don't need to do this again, we're best friends now." Harry drinks water.

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Eliza asked, snapping us more.

I remained silent, enjoying my food. I don't have the strength to care about those pictures like Harry does. She touched my shoulder, smiling as I look at her then walked away.

It was like a dream. I don't believe am eating with Harry, and I guessed Jean won't believe me, too.

At night that day, a knock woke me from a dream. Mrs. Eliza's voice darted in telling me to open the door on time. But when I opened the door I saw Harry holding a mopping stick beside her mom.

I waited for some minutes, thinking maybe they want to beat me. Mrs. Eliza pushed me in then hurried inside my room. "I saw it. Come and check before it escaped."

Harry hurried in, searching everywhere in my room. I hurried to take my pants and bra on the floor and hides them at my back saying, "what are you searching for?"

Mrs. Eliza walked back to the door. "A rat enter your room now."

"I don't see any rat here," I said

And the last thing we heard from her was, "enjoy your night kids." She closed the door. Harry dropped the mopping stick, hurried to the door, pulling it but it seemed her mom had knocked it from outside.

I was exhausted. God, I was exhausted. What kind of Mrs. Eliza was this? All I had on my body was my nightgown. I have off my pant and bra.

Harry looked at me and noticed I hide something behind my back. He pointed to me. "What is that on your back?... What are you hiding?"

"Nothing. Don't come near me." The words dropped like a flash of light from my mouth.

"I want to see it."

"Don't forget you're in my room."

He turned the knob on the door more, then surrender. I should have hide the pant and bra, but I don't where to hide; I can't think straight. I had locked my wardrobe and put the key in the drawl. Then my brain tells me to put it under the bed, but when I was about to do so, Harry turned and he said, "I'm tired of my mom. Where would I sleep now?"

"On the floor of course."

He looked at me. "Are you kidding me?"

"This is not your room. I have every right here."

He paused, listening. Steps stopped at the door. "Mom, I know you are the one. Open the door."

The steps rushed away from the door, and Harry sighed, then look at me as I bend to hide the stuff under my bed. "Show me what you're hiding."

I stepped back as he stepped forward. "Why? Don't come near."

He darted to me, struggling to see the stuff. He won. My pant on his hand.