[POV Adrian] -----   Fany jumped into the car, her nose tingling like a skunk. "Are you smoking?" My head shook. "It wasn't me, but Alfred." "Do you believe I believe?" She stroked my skin. What do you want from her? She groped through the pockets of my jacket and pants. Is she aware that those long, soft hands pique my interest? "Wait a minute, Fany!" She paused for a moment, her eyes piercing. "Can you tell me where you got your pack of cigarettes?" I didn't want to admit it, but my eyes, which were fixed on the dashboard, betrayed me. He squeezed a pack of cigarettes as if it were cow's milk. He had the audacity to toss my cigarette outside. I've squandered ten dollars. "OK," she said casually. "Okay you said? What's the deal?" "So what were you two talking about?" she asked after taking a sip of cola. "Oh, who is that little meerkat?" "You guys spread my name arou

Fany   The morning sun in Glendale feels warmer when it hits your face. Kim's humming voice made me open my eyes lazily. He's wearing clothes. "Morning sis. Let's go take a shower, Alfred will be back in town this morning, his work awaits." "Oh?" I sat rubbing my eyes. "Where's Adrian?" "What?" asked Adrian, standing wrapped in a towel, his hands folded against the wall of the door. "Miss?" "Put on clothes, it's disgusting to see you like that," I said. "Yeah, disgusting, but you don't close your eyes." I threw a pillow in his face, causing him to chuckle away into the next room. You son of a bitch, wherever he is he always makes me angry. After taking a shower, I put on new clothes, a Sabrina T-shirt with long jeans. I stepped outside, to find Alfred was dressed in a work uniform, a black suit. He cuddles with his aunt, Adrian, and Kim. "Adrian

Adrian   "Your friend?" Minerva whispered, glancing at the lollipop next to me. "Yes, that is so." He is my friend, a good friend. We promised to go to art college together, but because my sister forced me to major in law, we split up. We're still friends, just not as close as we used to be. "What's the matter, Carl?" I asked, signalling the bartender to bring a pint for my best friend. Carl's laughter was cut off, a sign that he was happy. “I heard you needed a job, well, I have some good news for you, friend.” Looks like this is going to be long. Poor Minerva, with clothes like that, the wind would love to touch her body. “Minerva, can you wait in the car? It won't take long." "Sure, why not." He stepped like a duck. The ass moves left and right as if inviting to be squeezed. "Your boyfriend?" asked Carl, his eyes fixed on the lump." “Well, just acquaintances. You like?" "Yeah." H

Fany   Adrian's eyes widened as if he saw Kong Kong climbing the tallest tower in LA. His voice rose and fell in disbelief. I wish this car could move faster to my house. "Meeting your mother?" Adrian chuckled. "You're kidding, right?" I hope so, but no. This is real. I don't want to argue about that Old Demon, no. I don't want to burden Adrian with something like this. Let him focus on his 'effort' to change. However, Adrian is not the name if he acts well when driving this junk car. He's chirping. I can't help but hear everything. "I thought he was dead. He's never visited you, has he? Then why did you visit him? He's a demon, right? You said yourself, in his eyes you just--" "Adrian, shut up," I replied. "Focus on driving or should I take a taxi to get there?"   He drives the car in annoyance. Adrian puts on my favorite country music. Although i

Adrian   I shook his big stout hand, while introducing myself very politely. "Adrian Bened." I watched him. Branded clothes, luxury cars in front of the shop must have it. He also wore expensive black leather shoes. A gold necklace adorned his stocky neck. One that caught my attention, the tattoo that sticks out on the arm. It seems that besides being a businessman, he also likes to tattoo himself. Means he understands the art of tattoos. His voice was loud, but still friendly, with the accent of a respectable black man. “How is this shop? You like my tattoo?" I nodded as I looked around. I admit this place is heaven. "Yes, it's really good. The walls are painted light green, not too light or dark. The black marble floor, doesn't look too dirty even though it's rarely cleaned later, and the waiting room which is attached to the tattoo room, allows visitors to see firsthand how the tattoo artist works, it can be an