NOTES: I went easy on you. I had another one prepared that was much harder, so be grateful. To clarify, I am not entirely certain what happened at the end of this series, so I made that up. The rest, apart from the narrator's affection for the mystery character, is all canon. Good luck, may the Shwarz be with you.

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He's so sweet; it's impossible not to love him. Everyone does, usually on sight. Something tells me that if I told him that, he wouldn't get it. Then again, maybe he would; there's just no telling with him. He has talents you would never expect, like acting Shakespeare, and the ability to pull off dressing in drag like no one else. Who knew?

I think that I really started liking him when I first saw him in drag. I don't even remember why he did it anymore. He makes a very pretty girl, though. He's pulled this trick twice, that I can remember, and each time, he managed to get me suckered into it too. His brother (and my half-brother) did the same thing at one point, albeit for different reasons. Maybe we're a bad influence.

I used to think that he'd never really make it in the Real World. Now I know that he can charm his way out of anything, most of the time without even trying. Take, for example, the stunt(s) he pulled at his brother's wedding. I'm still surprised that he came out of that alive.

He is so many things to me. Beloved, yes, but also Best Friend, roommate. Heck, he's also my half-brother's Best Friend's older brother. No one else could ever be all those things for me.

You know, I don't think I realized I liked him at first? Come to think of it, I didn't realize it for a long time. I think maybe it was partly because of Her. Back when he and I were competing for Her affection, I always believed I was extremely jealous of her. I was, but not for the reason you'd think. I was jealous that She had his affection. And I didn't. But like I said, I didn't realize that at the time.

I left with Her in the end. I shouldn't have. It wasn't until after a month of being out there without him that I realized how big a part of my life he had been, and still was. And how much I really loved him.

I still don't have the courage to tell him. As much as I try to puff up my tough-guy image, I'm not strong enough for this. Maybe someday I'll scrape together enough nerve to finally tell him. Maybe even kiss him. Maybe.