My brother, the fireman...

"cough, cough, cough" I echoed in the quietness of my dark room. All you could see was my computer screen lit. The brightness glowed like at the end of a tunnel. All you heard was the constant cough coming from my rasping throat and my fingers pressing down on keys. My fingers hit the keys so fast, it seemed like a machine gun. Like in those war movies, "ta-ta-t-a-tat-at-" and the enemy would be shot down. Never again to stand up.

Yet I wasn't in the middle of a war zone battling my heart out, I was again casted away in the ocean of HP. My mind so concentrated towards the screen. You could say, not even a bomb would of moved me. I was glued there; my dad always yelled at me for this. He says that I spend too much time on the computer and that I should go out and do something productive. There's never anything productive to do, at least in my mind set. Hmong parents are always like that, when you stay home they think you should go out and have fun, when you go out and have fun they think you are being too bad and should stay home. Can't they just make up their minds?

Today, I was online chatting with that one special girl. The special girl that I have met on HP. She was like such an eye opener to me. I never met someone like that before. When I talk to her, I get that feeling, the feeling where it burns inside of you. You know, they always say your heart doesn't have feeling to it, well it does when you're in love. You can feel the constant urge and rush that it has, every heart beat sounding to echo throughout your whole body. I have charmed my way into this wonderful girl's heart. I knew she liked me from the start, most likely just because of my dimples. But oh well, I saw her pictures and she was a goddess. She was everything a guy could ask for: beautiful, educated, tall, skinny, long hair, beautiful beautiful smile.

Constantly we would flirt back and forth on HP. It was to our own excitement. We would act as if we were dating, of course everyone not knowing any better thought it was real. Rumors spread faster than I could log on HP. You know how Hmong people are, we love gossiping. It's one of our favorite pass times. You could tell one thing to a Hmong person in California and expect it to be heard in North Carolina by tomorrow morning. That's the power of word of mouth. Anyways, we were dating yet, so my brother, the fireman talked to her too. I'd just say, we both have equal chances to talk with this person. It wasn't like we were sharing but we weren't greedy either.

Days on in and days out, me and the fireman continued to talk with her. We seized opportunities to talked to her as she was a busy person and disallowed us the chance to call her. She was always about keeping her phone a secret away from us, while she could only call us on her own time. Never the less, we continued to fight our through.

Finally one day, I convinced her to give me her number. Took me like an hour and a half, but the time spent was so short in my time frame. As time spent trying to get her number was time spent well with her. I was happy and joyful that she would spend this uncounted time with me. I could just feel it, we were made for one another. I would call her before her classes and after I got off my classes. Sometimes, when we were both free, we would call my brother, the fireman. A three way conversation here and there was quite the interesting time.

Months went by and it was time. I finally finished college. It was time for me to move back. This was the most incredible time of my life. I have finished college making my parents proud. And even yet, I impressed this girl of the faint heart. She thought I was really something as I was only 20 and finished college. We now have grown to a constant talk everyday, even at times falling asleep on the phone. Then she'd wake up in the middle of the night to check if I was still there, if I didn't answer she would call back and wake me up. She would tell me I was snoring and she would go back to sleep; I soon after her.

She was such a sweetheart, at the same time I charmed my way into her heart, she slowly stole me away too. The more we convinced one another, it seemed the more she forgot about my brother, the fireman. I have felt this deepness of being a thief. It seemed as if I have stolen this princess from my brother, the fireman. It was as if I was the bad in the in story and he was the superhero. I have kidnapped his bride in training. But at the same time, I was having the ride of my life.

Things magically happen, we haven't decided our fate yet. There was always something in question that I never knew about her. It's like those times, where you meet someone new. They always act nice to you but you don't really know how they feel for you. It's like they are hiding something, standing in the shadows just waiting for you to walk over into the dark side and join them. Once you get there, they'll reveal the secret, but not until you're complete obsessed over them.

Our tale ends here today, but our love never ceased to die. It continues on to find love of the unexpected, but that's a story for another day...