BLU AND FRIENDS
"Skimpiness will take you no where, Greta!"
That's the first thing Charlie hears when she walks out to her mini vegetable garden.
Mama Freya has her frail walking stick poking around the exposed skin on Nora's body. Her butt is on the edge of her rocking chair and her eyes as wide as she yells words of wisdom at the uncomfortable girl.
"Stop pointing this thing at me, old lady!" Nora swats the walking stick, "and I'm not Greta!"
Mama Freya gasps, "What are you doing on my lawn?!" She shrieks loudly, almost rocking herself off the chair. Charlie sees this as an invitation to save both women; one from having a broken neck.
"Wha— What?!" Nora throws her free hand in abandon, "Your box of peppers appeared on my doorstep! Again!" The college girl slams the cardboard box full of peppers on the patio table.
"Peppers?"
"Yes! Yes, pe— okay,"
BABYSITTING CHARLES"Charlie honey? Are you still there?" Mrs. Pulgo's motherly voice keeps bringing her out of her dazed state.Red coats Charlie's cheeks as she feigns a cough. Her eyes immediately shut in embarrassment. She doesn't know which one was more embarrassing; Her full-on stare or Blurin shooting her a concerned look.She flashes him her signature wobbly smile before running up to her room to avoid embarrassing herself any further."I'm sorry, Mrs. Pulgo! My mind is just still sleepy, I guess?" She giggles it off.Mrs. Pulgo hums from her side of the call, "Okay dear, then this news will favor you,""What news? He isn't coming today?" Charlie asks."Oh no! He is. He's just going to come in a little late. He's coming from Peter's today," The woman sighs.Charlie's eyebrows shoot up in assimilation, 'No wonder she sounds so depressed on th
NASTY GREEN STUFFRoughly a week later, another man dropped by Charlie's apartment. She could swear that after her break-up with Mario, she became a guy-magnet.The guy at the door identified himself as Tristan. Tristan Denvard, Blurin's psychologist.Charlie was stunned when she saw him. Though she wouldn't admit, he looks so much like a piece of garnished bacon. His brown hair was slicked back in a professional fashion and he wore a casual outfit. His eyes were small and calculating and his smile was necessary and clipped.Surely, Charlie had stuttered a little before she got the hang of actually communicating with him without embarrassing herself.Charlie had almost called Deedah out of panic to ask for advice on how to be not so... Stupid. She is still clutching her phone as she ushers Tristan in.He drops his overnight bag close to the door. He nods poli
FACTS ABOUT BLUTristan wakes up with an uncomfortable feeling. His head throbs slightly and his back is killing him! He didn't sleep all night. He's pretty sure no one in the room slept at all. He remembers glancing at the bedside clock and the 3:43 am flashing brightly.His eyes drifts to Blurin who runs a small comb across his hair. The bulking man wore a navy blue long-sleeved shirt with loose joggers.Tristan bites his lip. He glances at his soaked shirt and puffs out a sigh."I brought your work laptop,""Gracias." (Thank you.) Blurin glances at him briefly before dropping the comb.Blurin turns and walks to the door before Tristan's voice stops him, "Where are you going?""Tengo que ir a cortar el césped y vestir las camas de verduras antes de que se despierte." (I have to go mow the lawn and dress the veggie beds before she wakes up.) He doesn't wait for Tri
TELLING DEEDAHFour hours of punching keys and highlighting sentences later, Charlie is bored.It's not like her life has been a bed of eventful events before. Heck, she just got dumped two weeks ago!After mowing the lawn, dressing the veggie beds and eating a 'green-free' breakfast, Blurin heads upstairs to his room. Situations like this makes Charlie rethink her decision of giving the stranger is own room. Not because she's against it, but because of how bored she feels right now.If it was the time he was still occupying her couch, she would have basked in the sounds of him flipping to the next page or him hitting his fingers unrhythmically against the hard back of most of the Paranormal books she owns.Sighing, Charlie picks up her phone."Hey, Char-poo!" Dee's 'overly' high-pitched voice squeals through her speaker."Dee
JUST A YEAR AND A FEW MONTHSThe duo had left the Cafe two hours later. The conversation would have stretched further if only Charlie hadn't cut it short.Deedah's boss had blown up her phone countless of times while they were there. The black woman wasn't bothered at all. She'd just roll her eyes at the screen and cut off the volume.Not wanting to render her best-friend jobless, Charlie had brought up the excuse of making lunch. It wasn't much of an excuse if she actually has to make lunch in a few minutes.Mama Freya wasn't out by the time she got back. Looking at her garden, Charlie shudders.'I can't even look at her garden the same way...'Walking around the house, Charlie picks up the trimmers and watering can that was bundle up the side of the wall. After make sure all the beds are properly watered and dressed, Charlie walks inside.
SHOPPING WITH BLURINThe next weeks flew by easily. The trio were able to fall into a steady routine; Charlie would wake up early as usual, make breakfast, gardening, work, make lunch, work some more, dinner, then sleep. A cycle.Blurin has been keeping himself busy with his laptop and countless of files that was shoved into that briefcase that Tristan had brought with him from Scotland. He hasn't even had the time to finish the series he began four days ago.Tristan, on the other hand, has been making and receiving calls. He has taken some minor trips to the neighboring states to arrange some meetings with his company branches.Charlie has found out, during one of their pop-up discussions, that Tristan's company has been notified of the little...hiccup and decided to station T ristan in one of their branches. He resumed workSpeaking of which, Tristan has been out since morning. His shifts en
A SURPRISE VISIT"Charlie?"A surprised voice bellows from the side of the half-covered counter. Theresa Boston, Charlie's supposed assistant, laughs loudly before walking out and pulling her into a hug."Theresa, how are you?" Charlie smiles widely.Charlie begins walking as Theresa continues to chew her ear off on the 'eventful' events that has happened with the four months they haven't seen each other.That's exactly what Charlie loves about her job. Not seeing people often. One doesn't need to edit from a confined cubicle or go the lunch with co-workers while they discuss their latest hookup."—oh, and you have a meeting with the boss around 12:30pm, it's gonna run till 2 o'clock, I think?" Theresa trails off.Charlie pulls her laptop from her bag, "A meeting? Why?"Theresa shrugs with a smirk, "Well, I don't know... It seems like LeCara doesn't
HE'S NOT WORTH ITThe Denisons preferred to arrive fashionably late.What did Charlie expect from a dramatic couple? The wait wasn't long, maybe forty-five minutes to one hour but hey, who's counting?Charlie doesn't understand why she's so riled up to meet their client. Maybe it's because one of the client is her ex-boyfriend. Her hot sexy ex-boyfriend.The doorbell rings and Charlie's head snaps towards its direction. The tiny flicker of hope evaporated when a short woman struts in with her ridiculously wide purse.The ginger head huffs loudly before her eyes trials to her boss; the man currently gobbling down his second plate of food. Charlie is suddenly rethinking if it was wise that she agreed to hold the meeting in Mr. Gibson's favorite restaurant."Are you sure we didn't mix up the ti—" Charlie begins but her assistant immediately cut her o