FACTS ABOUT BLU
Tristan 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
A STEP CLOSER"I take it the meeting didn't go well?"At least, Tristan's teasing—but concerned—voice was able to add a tinge of color in her grey day. Coupled with her stressful meeting, the taxi she'd boarded developed a fault in the middle of the road so she had to walk back home in the cold. Without a coat.Charlie sighs, "You can say that again."She drops her bag and heads straight to the refrigerator where she pulls out a can of soda and downs it in one go.Fuck brain-freeze.Tristan chuckles from his spot on the couch, "I made dinner.""Oh my God, tha—" She grunts loudly. Her palms rubs her temple softly as she plops on the space beside Tristan. Add brain-freeze to the list.The mini torture lasts for a minute before Charlie blinks tiredly and relaxes further on the couch, another sigh escaping her lips.Tristan lowers the v
A TRIVIAL COMPETITION"Mama, I'm fine! I wanna go in now, pleaseeee!" The 5-year old whines loudly. He keeps prying his mother's fingers from his hair as he huffs."Okay. Okay," His mother chuckles softly, "Did you pack your monster trucks, my handsome?"Charles pouts, his knees bouncing impatiently, "Yes Mama! Russ and his family is in my bag pack, can I go in now?"Mrs. Pulgo smiles softly, a proud flower blooming in her chest as her son kept glancing at his babysitter's house with his knees bobbing eagerly."Okay, let's go."They walk hand-in-hand till they get to Charlie's doorstep. Mrs. Pulgo raises her hand to ring the doorbell but Charles tugs it back forcefully."Mama, I wanna ring it!" He hollers as he points to the shiny gold button on the wall."Go ahead, Charles, but not too hard."Tel
POUTING IN A PIZZA PLACECharlie has been busying herself with trimming her vegetable beds since midmorning.The sun was barely up when she wore her rubber gloves and picked up her tools from the side of the house. Nora's apartment has its light on and Charlie could see indistinct movement here and there.She cut the weeds rather viciously. The loud giggles and boisterous laugh still lingers in her mind and that is what fueled her to snap the necks of a few stems.Charlie avoided Tristan the whole of yesterday till the present morning. He'd left a few minutes after Blurin had come down for breakfast. Ha, Breakfast. It was an awkward affair. For the first time—since living with Charlie—Tristan was on his phone on the dining table chuckling softly then coughing afterward.'He's probably sharing dog memes with Theresa,' Charlie couldn't keep the saltiness off her thoughts.Sighing loud