The story follows first-year college student Kichi, who finds herself rapidly drowning in the girl she had come to like. And Yuli, who fell in love with Kichi at first sight.


[She’s got such long eyelashes. And such gorgeous green eyes, it was like she was wearing colour contacts. Beautiful like a 2D character.]


Author's note

"A GIRL LIKE YOU" is a girl-love-girl story.


3. 03



*. . .UNEDITED...*




Snow cones. Heat. Children playing and skateboarding. The constant bombardment of street vendors was a remarkable sight. I wandered around town for some time, thinking. Thinking about Yuli, which was nothing new. It wasn’t like I spent my time obsessing. Record her fashion shows even though I did not keep up-to-date with trends. It wasn’t like I fantasised about Yuli, with my face heating up each time. Doing whatever took to satisfy my desire for the one who was far out of reach. But I, like so many, didn’t hold a special place in Yuli’s heart at all. There were boys and girls who fantasised, obsessed and worshipped her.

This fact truly irritated me because I only want her to look at me. Some dream, huh!

The sudden ring of my phone returned my focus. Blinking, I gazed around, realising for the first time the distance I walked. I was by the town’s waterfront. Fishing boats and stalls occupied the area. Some stalls sold accessories while others cooked roadside food. 

The phone rang again, and I removed it from my bag. Liberty Company came up on the phone screen. I gasped.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Miss Hyde.”


“It’s Rias. Sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner.”

Was she kidding? She called earlier than expected. It must be good news.

“I called to let you know I won’t be needing you,” Rias said instantly.


“Sorry, it didn’t work out. You’re just not qualified. Try again sometime.”


“Thanks for travelling all this way!” Rias continued speedily.

“Wait! I—”

“Have a nice ride travel home!”

The phone call ended. I was stunned. There was no way around it. I had to leave Bridgeport. I had to return home.

I thought that job was mine for a minute!

Sighing, I creased my lips and sniffed as if I had been crying. I stood motionless, waiting on my shock to fade. Ahh . . . I supposed this means Patrice was hired. There was no way she didn’t, not with her bubbly personality and smiling face. The absolute opposite of me.

What disappointed me most was seeing Yuli again and she didn’t seem to recognise me.

I bet, I thought, staring up at the blue sky, Yuli stole many kisses and many hearts without even knowing. My gaze fell on the river water, the sun glistening down on was bight and looked like magic. Aw! Stupid, Yuli! Why did it have to be you?




The spacious office on the fifth floor offered a splendid view of Bridgeport. Despite sunlight coming through windows running behind a deep, leather, burgundy Arne Jacobsen Egg Chair and tobacco brown wood desk, the slate grey coloured walls dimmed the room and gave a chill feeling.  It was not a friendly colour.

It represented Rias personality well.

Her office was near bear, if not for two paintings hanging from the wall Yuli brought her, and a three-shelf bookcase with magazines and two planets.

“Where is she?” I asked Rias.

“At the moment, I have no idea. I wished her safe trip home though.”

Annoyance decorated my face.

“You denied her the job before consulting me?!” I slammed my palms down on the desk. Rias suddenly looked up. Surprised.

“You forget I need not consult you regarding this issue. I am your manager. It’s my job to ensure whoever I hire can keep up. I booked two more clients—therefore I don’t have time to spoon feed anyone. I need someone who knows it.”

“It’s always something with you, isn’t it?”

“That girl. She resembles, Chelsea. Is that why you’re eager to know her?”

“This and that are two different things.” My lip twitched, and I stepped away.

To me, it was unusual to meet someone who didn’t know about me. Kichi was oblivious to my popularity from the start and it caught my interest.

“Give me her phone number.”

“Why?” Rias’s voice raised somewhat. “I am not hiring her. She has no experience.”

“Let me have it, Rias.”


My hands balled into a fist. Rias was provoking me.

“Fine. Don’t give it. I don’t need it to find her, anyway.”

Rias walked around her desk, towards me and rested her palm on my shoulder. “I won’t be present for three weeks and so I need to know everything regarding is in capable hands. I need someone competent. This girl is not.”

“You don’t know nothing about her.”

“Don’t you know what will follow if fans see you with a Chelsea look alike?”

“I should care, why?”

“Stop talking carelessly.”

“I am going now. Talking to you doesn’t get me what I want. You know how to reach me if needed.”

On my way out, I made a quick stop at the front desk. Jessy must have gone to the restroom because her seat was empty. I used the computer to check what time the train leaves for Chester.




“That’s three dollars and ninety-nine cents,” said the vendor.

I handed her ten dollars and collected the cupcake keychain I brought my Father.

While collecting my change, I noticed a Daily Buzz magazine on the shelf, behind the woman. A picture of Yuli on the cover. Maybe my reason to enter this industry was not pure, why I did not get hired. Meeting Yuli again was my goal all along. Our encounter a year ago had been an active memory for me. The brash girl who stole my first kiss—and eventually my heart.

I thanked the saleswoman and went to board the train, with a feel of dismayed.

Even though it took two hours and minutes by train and an hour by aeroplane to travel from Chester to Bridgeport, I always rather train rides. It was one of my favourite ways to travel. I liked the view of the changing landscapes as the train whizz. The soothing reverberation of the rail—such an efficient way to go.

Oh, right! I hadn’t called Papa to let him know I didn’t get the job.

I searched for her cellular phone and yawned. I had been up since early this morning to make it to my interview on time, I was exhausted. The first thing I will once home, take a hot bath, then throw myself in bed and today’s disappointment will become a distant memory.

“You don’t might me sitting here, do you?”

I looked up from my bag, and the first thing to catch my attention was a heather grey and black Adidas cap. She pulled it down as if she were hiding.

My eyes narrowed at Yuli, my eyebrows come together. Confused.

“Ha! I must have been more tired than I thought and fallen asleep—for you being here has to be a dream,” I said, dazed.

“Should I assume you dream about me?” Yuli asked, sitting down.

Since it was a dream . . . I could be honest. A dream.

“Aye. Every night.”

Yuli’s smile disappeared. Its absent cast a shadow over her face.

“Does it make you said? Should I not dream about you?”

If she tells me I had no right to, I goodly die.

“The pain in your voice makes me sad. Besides that? I want to occupy your thoughts all the time. I want to mess it up so badly that you can’t focus on anything else but me.”

Yuli would say that. It was a dream. Dreams came from either fear or what the heart desired. I desired to hear such words from Yuli. Not the Yuli who says wonderful things in my dreams, but the Yuli I saw today inside my interview.

I sighed in displeasure, and turned my face away, looking through the window of the moving train.

“I am right. It’s a dream. You always say sweet things in my dreams. The real you will never utter those words though. That’s all right. I am not mad because I get to see you today. It was what I wanted . . . to see you again someday.”

“Kichi, —”

“Your voice sounds different calling my name, more real. I like it.”

“That’s because you’re not—”

“I am tired.” The words left my mouth with a troubled expression.

Yuli gave the top of my head a single pat before ruffling my hair. My cheeks heated as my weary eyes closed.

“You’re hopeless. Sleeping while travelling alone.”




I rested Kichi head against my arm and smiled affectionately down at her.

Even this tired and you have an incredible glow. Thank God I caught up with you this time.

Every seat as far as I could see was occupied with bodies. The ticket inspector walked slowly down the aisle, punching each ticket he checked. Soon, I caught the eye of a girl staring in my direction. A fan, perhaps. Did she recognise me?

Damn! This could be troublesome.

Thinking quickly, I removed my vest and placed it over Kichi’s head to hide her face, then sank lower in my seat, pulling my cap further down.

It had been some time since I travel by train. I felt like it was going to be along the ride to Chester.

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