Chapter 3
Aster: third person's point of view.—Bringing a girl– a drunk, blabbering nonsense kind of girl to his apartment unit never crossed Aster's mind.Earlier this morning, he was already planning to sleep on the comfort of his bed, hugging the daylight out of his newly-bought fluffy, white pillows to sleep and wake up feeling decent at least. He thinks ahead like a boss.That girl was definitely not part of the plan.A big, fat N to the O."You look hot, grim reaper." He remembered her remark.He grimaced at the thought. I'm a what? And what the heck is a grim reaper?And why am I even thinking of irrelevant things this late at night anyway? He shook his head and forced himself to sleep, tossing and turning to the small, white couch for the third time. His large blanket is now all over the place, barely hugging his whole body.He opened his eyes and closed it again.He did it around 15 more times before scratching his head at his own stupidity.Frustrated, he stood up to grab a drink from his almost empty kitchen. While waiting for the glass to fill up with water, he stared at his bedroom door, lowkey hoping that the stranger would come out and say bye-bye to her freaking grim reaper.I miss my bed. Bummer.He sighed and fished for his phone from his jean's back pocket. It read 12:46 AM. Wow, how early.Right, he also forgot to charge the stranger's phone, which is kind of reckless on his part.After finishing the glass of cold water, he wiped his mouth dry, stood up from the stool, and went inside his room again. He carefully approached the snoring stranger's phone and good grief, I use android, she doesn't. How the heck am I gonna charge this shi-"Nevermind, screw that. It's annoying," he muttered to himself.He took a quick glance at the stranger again. Strangely enough, his gaze stayed a lot longer than he intended and before he knew it, he was already taking in the tiny details etched on her messy face.Long, thick eyelashes, bushy eyebrows, double eyelids, pointed nose, frowning lips, fair complexion-Dear Aster, please refrain yourself from checking her out. You're becoming a creep. He hurriedly pushed himself away from the bed after the girl started moving around again. He tiptoed towards the door and closed it as quietly as his cold, tan hands could muster.Aster grabbed something on the coffee table and turned it on. He skimmed through the endless array of landscapes and memorable sceneries taken from different cities and countries. He found himself smiling as he checked the much older photos. He let out a sigh of satisfaction at the way they were taken.Ah, t'was a good time. But the smile grazing on his lips soon disappeared when he eventually laid his eyes on the first saved pictures. His thumb stayed resting on the delete button as he hesitated to click it but soon stopped himself from doing something he would probably regret.Or would I?He closed the camera and rested his neck on the couch. Much to his dismay, he can't seem to sleep, a certain woman kept on entering his mind over and over again.It's already frustrating the heck out of him, but he chose to stay calm and composed– at least for the whole night.Come on, at least for the whole night. Breathe in, breathe out, Aster Clyde. The meditating session continued on until halfway past 1:00, and he finally got a wink of sleep...–Until a random thought popped up in his head again.What happened to that drunk woman, then?"Who the frick are you?!"He almost squealed at the disheveled sight in front of him. The person who was interfering with his thoughts is already standing there, with a weird stance. She successfully represented a true amazona. Should he be impressed or scared?What the... and when did she get that saucepan?"Hey, put that thing down, it's ceramic.""Who the frick are–"Still not entirely getting over her sudden appearance, he cleared his throat and cut her off while mentally chanting, be as calm as possible."Why, thanks for disturbing my supposed to be peaceful night, miss."And wow, she had the audacity to roll her eyes. "Say your name or I'll drop your precious Rachael Ray cookware."His face remained emotionless as he calmly took out a black, rectangular shaped object out of his jean's pocket. "Not if I throw your phone out of the window first."The girl widened her eyes and gripped the cook ware's handle even tighter. "What?! No! You wouldn't dare.""Try me."She rolled her eyes again and sneered at him. She placed the poor saucepan at the coffee table and stretched out her hand. "There you go, now give me that phone.""Explain why you had to enter my car without consent in the first place.""I said– wait, what?""Oh, I forgot, you were drunk.""Oh my goodness," she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. "Did I do anything stupid?""Nothing much, you just called me hot."Nodding, she looked at Aster from head to toe and smirked. "I have a good eye when I'm drunk.""You're weird."She shrugged. "You're hot."Good grief, what did I do to deserve this? I can imagine my mom smacking me in the head already.He sighed and threw her phone which she, fortunately, caught mid-air."What the fudge?!""Your coat's over there. Do you need cash for the cab?""For the record, I'm not broke..." She searched for her pocket and gulped. She ran to the clothing rack and grabbed her coat to check the front pockets but widened her doe eyes again. She took out a bunch of keys and frowned."Um, did you take my wallet too?""Nah.""Shiit-""Yeah, shiitake. You know, the mushrooms?"She grimaced. "Whatever, I'll just walk home."He shook his head and put on his own coat. "Not gonna happen." He grabbed the car keys from the drawer and opened the door."Tell me your address, I'll take you home."He stopped walking when he heard no footsteps following his own. He looked back at the girl who's looking at the door behind him."Hey, let's go."She patted his shoulder and went past him to open the door of the apartment unit across his.She looked back and smirked at his surprised expression."Well, sleep tight, kind sir."Chapter 4Megan: third person's point of view.—Let's look at the current ridiculous situation right now.Is she still drunk?Heck yeah.Can she even walk straight?Barely.Can she think straight, though?Abso-freaking-lutely not.So it's not really surprising if she would suddenly blurt out, "Sweet heavens, you seriously look hot in my eyes right now, wanna date?" at the guy she just unknowingly bothered for the whole night, 'cause that's what she just did.And the kind freaking grim reaper didn't like it one bit."Miss, just go to sleep.""Call me Megan...or babe, which do you prefer?" She smirked, leaning on the doorframe, one leg crossed while puckering her lips at the unmoving guy across her.
Chapter 5Megan: third person's point of view.-"Megan Spencer! You are so dead!"She was in the midst of reading the letter for the twenty-eighth time when she accidentally threw the food she was holding with her other hand. Megan was munching the very last bits of her beloved apple when she heard Andrea's voice booming outside of her unit and damn it, her poor apple went rolling on the tiled floor."What the heck, Drea?" She shouted back."Open the door.""Aw, come on, mom! I just dropped my breakfast on the floor-""For the love of... don't make me wait!"Pouting at the delicacy, she mindlessly threw it in the trash bin beside the sink and ran towards the mahogany door and unlocked it, revealing a red and fuming Andrea waiting impatiently on the other side.
Chapter 6Aster: third person's point of view.-He did not get a wink of sleep.Or even rest.At. All.Tossing and turning, sitting up, contemplating about his sudden life decisions and then start tossing and turning again isn't really resting, and now the sleepy Aster is definitely not in the mood to do anything heroic at the moment.Well, he barely does anything heroic anyway.For the nth time, he sat up and rubbed his face with his cold palms. Standing up groggily, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash off his morning breath and any stray saliva at the places other than his mouth. No one likes that.After the quick morning routine, he prepared his breakfast... If a granola bar is even considered as one. Moving on!He threw the plasti
Chapter 7Megan: third person's point of view.-It was around 2 o'clock in the afternoon when Megan woke up from her long nap and she hasn't eaten anything yet except for that humble granola bar since the day started, how nice.Holding her head, she stood up and went out of her room, occasionally swaying to the side and sighing. She eyed the Chinese takeout from the kitchen counter and took a bowl, a spoon, and a fork. She pouted and started eating the noodles and soup quietly, not minding the cold air of November seeping through her sweats.She probably would have gone for a short stroll at a bakery or at the small coffee shop somewhere in the vicinity if she wasn't feeling sullen. Heck, she would have watched the first snowfall outside with Damien if yesterday's events didn't happen.She dropped the noodles back into the c
Chapter 8Megan: third person's point of view.—Still pulling Mr. Hot Cheetos on his long sleeves, the both of them turned left on a wide alley, following the icy sidewalk near the corner and passing by a big library. Small amounts of snow are still falling from the empty sky as she inhaled the cold, sweet air of the not so busy street. She glanced back at her companion, slightly confused with his silence. Shrugging, she didn't remove her exposed hands from the taller guy's arm.The stranger who apparently hates going out in the cold turned silent. Minutes ago, the two were bickering about the weather and what happened the night before. Why he suddenly stopped talking, she decided not to pry any further. Annoying him was more than enough to satisfy her need for laughter."Cheeto, where do you wanna go?"He grunted, sta
Chapter 9Aster: third person's point of view.—Little did she know, Aster was really considering the idea of burying her in the snow.You can't blame his annoyance to the gorgeous lady, who just threw a snowball at his back."Hey!""Loosen up, grumpy Cheeto! Don't kill me inside your mind!"Should I regret coming with this hyper woman? Just what did she have for breakfast? One tub of sugar?"Aster."He turned around, only to see her grin mischievously. "Come on, let's get sick!"He crouched down, subtly gathering some snow with his gloves, his eyes still boring through Megan's hazel ones. "You're a bad influence, you know that?"She snorted and twirled a strand of her hair, batting her eyelashes. "It just hap
Chapter 10Megan: third person's point of view.—Thanks.That's what was messily written on the paper Megan found on her doormat after changing her clothes that afternoon. She fought back the smile that was threatening to appear on her lips as she imagined what Aster would have looked like while attempting to write something nice.This...this is something I doubt he would do to someone else.She may or may not have squealed a few times.Now smiling, she opened the door, approaching the unit in front. She even forgot to wear her trusty flip flops but who cares?She knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, she heard something faint shuffling a few times.He's here.Biting her lip, she went
Chapter 11Megan: third person's point of view.—"Ethan Marx, stop tapping your foot on the ground! It's annoying!""I don't care, Maru!"She rolled her eyes at her older brother. "Stop calling me that, I don't know what it means."It's true. Ethan kept calling her Maru since they were kids, way back in the Philippines, and until now, she doesn't know why. The girl rolled her eyes at the annoying man called Ethan Marx Spencer."Good grief, stop!"Of course, he only laughed harder, even holding his stomach and throwing his head backward."Oh, Maru, I don't know what to do with you."Still dramatic as ever. How does Andrea tolerate this human being every single day?