We spent hours unpacking and giving his new room a face lift while having very comfortable and random conversations about very little details of our childhood and growing up days.It was all casual and fun until I actually grew tired and left him to paste his what I term ridiculous large stickers of rockstars on one part of the room he set aside as his 'music space' while I sauntered into my room and shut the door close.Now, that wasn't so bad. It's safe to say, we were both on to a good start.At this rate, we're gonna be perfect housemates. We really wouldn't have any much trouble living in the same house.It was almost mid way through noon and I hadn't even had anything to eat yet. I was just as hungry as I was tired and although the journey down the stairs wasn't one I was willing to take, my growling stomach had its own ideas.In about three minutes of slow and steady sluggish walk down the stairs and all the way to the kitchen, I eventually reached the refrigerator that looke
New lesson learnt.A cold shower is the key solution to unwanted day dreamings. You should definitely try it out.I was almost freezing to death when I left the bathroom but it was completely worth it. My mind was totally far from Ralph and mostly on finding warmth from somewhere that is definitely not his body.I snatched up my covers and threw it over my head from behind then held it in place just underneath my chin with both my hands while I just sat there at the edge of my bed blinking into space.After several minutes of just seating in that position, my eyes zeroed in on a little part of something I could see from beneath the bottom drawer attached to my vanity table.Since I couldn't curtail my natural curiosity and itchy fingers that were bugging me to go see what's underneath there, I stood up grumbling and let my covers drag behind me like a super hero cape as I journeyed towards the opposite end of my room where my vanity table stood then I dropped down to my knees to the
Ralph's P . O . VFor me, growing up as a boy with just my dad wasn't exactly a sad life. I actually do love my mom so much although i barely even remember anything much about her since I was still little when she passed but Dad was always there to make sure she wasn't in any way missed.I haven't really been the good and obedient kid any father would want but he has literally been there for me all my life and that was the main reason I more than anything wanted to support his decision to get married again after all these years.If for anything, he deserves to be happy. And after meeting Zoe, I think she's really cool and will make a great wife for my dad but that isn't even the best part.Her daughter, Jordan is.When Zoe showed me photos of her daughter, I grew weary of the thought of having to be a "protective big brother" to whom I thought to be a high school nerd not until that night at dinner where I met a goddess up in her room.Her bright hazel eyes were intoxicating.Her perf
Jordan's P . O . VNo offense to Mom's cooking skills but baked chicken curry has never my whole life tasted better than the steamy hot plate Ralph handed me when I got home after my endless shopping.I would've considered it really cute and thoughtful of him if I wasn't less focused on the act and more on my plate.After having my belly full of that surprisingly tasty meal, I very well thanked my chef for the evening meal before dragging myself up the stairs whilst trying to keep my tired lids open so I don't fall asleep right there on the stairs.I finally reached my room and couldn't even manage to get out of my clothes before I fell face flat on my bed and drifted off to a very long relaxing sleep only to be awakened early this morning by the irritatingly intrusive loud ringing of my cell phone that rested proudly atop the bed side table very close to me.The cycle of my life had once again begun. Waking up late on a Monday morning to Brittany's annoying phone calls, jumping out o
Jordan's P . O . VAfter work, I stayed at Brittany's up until it was way late into the night and let's face it, I know you're thinking it... Yes, i am definitely avoiding Ralph. He's not in any way giving me any troubles at all but with the thoughts boozing through my head since after our little shower plumber scene, I don't think I should actually be alone with him.Even this morning, when he suddenly appeared behind me shirtless while I was busy searching for my juice box, it was tense. We barely said much to each other but the close proximity and silent stares was more than enough to squeeze my throat dry. If I didn't need a fresh change of clothes for the next day at work and if Brittany wasn't such a terrible person to share a bed with, I would have spent the night over. After all the exhaustion from the day's work, I deserve proper sleep without being interrupted by feet in my face every minute of the entire night.The all too familiar trees and buildings of the streets calml
Jordan's P . O . VI've always known Mr Anderson to be someone very dedicated to his Job and he's always interested in whatsoever will bring him alot of extra checks but what I didn't expect was for him to accept the partnership deal with MontCorp executives within a vy short period of time.I would have concluded it was one of Brittany's stupid tricks when she broke the news to me but no. I was right there in the conference room when the clients returned on Mr Anderson's invitation and right before my very eyes, he signed and finalized the contract.Perhaps he didn't loathe them as much as he did, or he probably loves his money much more. Either ways, we were only hours away from meeting our new business partners.I was particularly excited when I was selected as part of the project team mostly because Mr Anderson decided not to join in. He made it clear he wasn't going to be directly working with the "Entitled imps" as he termed them so in his place, he made his assistant Ross in ch
Jordan's P . O . VYou've got to be kidding me.Today has been moving from one surprise to another. First Mr Anderson agrees to a partnership with his sworn business enemies and now, The supposed MontCorp executives are none other than Mr Rude and his associates I may or may not have pissed off on their way up the conference room where I just got summoned Into right after handing the papers I carelessly shoved back into the partially destroyed box to Mr Blake. I could also see a hidden look of surprise beneath the annoyed expression he still had on his face as his eyes traced my movements up until I took the seat next to his which was unfortunately the only one available.Things just had to get worse now didn't they?I watched with the corner of my eyes as he silently glared at Ross who was busy with some stupid speech I also seriously wasn't paying attention to because my whole focus was centered on how long the lashes of the man seated beside me is. His thick dark hair was combed
Adrian's P . O . VI think the worst thing that could happen to a man is having to watch the sun set up until the sun rises the next day without getting a single chance at sleep. At some point, my sleeping pills had become my closest companion as they usually always remained just by my bedside table where my alarm clock started to ring irritatingly loud. Waking up every morning most definitely has to be the most annoying process of my entire day.Although the loud tingling sound from the alarm clock was enough reason to smash it hard against the wall, it was just the right push I needed to get out of bed every morning after struggling to fall asleep very late hours into the night. I run a billion dollar company and I couldn't have possibly achieved any of that by remaining in bed all day."Good Morning Handsome" a voice called from behind me and I clenched my teeth in annoyance then turned to face the lady who I didn't expect to still be present."What are you still doing here?" I