Roman"Which one is yours?"the woman seated next to him asked and he wondered what to tell her.Should he have mentioned to her that her staring at him for the last thirty minutes creeped him out? Or the fact that she had her hand on his thigh the whole time the play went on? The whole thirty minutes had been pure torture to him. Seated in a crowded room, with a bunch of people he didn't know and worst of all was seeing Romeo and Juliet kiss on the stage."Neither," he muttered,"my son works with the lighting""Aah, that's nice. My son is the one playing Romeo,"she smiled.Aah, the guy who was kissing his son's girlfriend, totally no coincidence, he thought. He remembered how Seth didn't even want to be part of the play in the first place but when Tessa got the role of Juliet he worked day in day out trying to get the lead role of Romeo. Too bad he didn't get the part and ended up being the guy working with the lights and the stage effects."You must be proud and so is his dad,"Roman

RomanDays earlier, he was at the school for a random play of Romeo and Juliet and now he was at the school again for a totally different reason.It upset him how many times he had to visit the school for the parent-teacher thing. He had missed an important meeting with the Chinese investors just to be here. Seth had assured Roman that his grades were fine and the whole thing would merely take minutes. One hour past he was still staring at a blank chair waiting for the next teacher to walk in. The maths teacher had been kind enough to tell Roman that his son's grades were peaking at a faster rate while the geography teacher went on and on about how Seth made unnecessary jokes in his class teasing his toupee and that although he still aced his exams, such unruly behavior wouldn't go on in his class.The next teacher to come in, should have been the English teacher but he took his time and it pissed Roman. He looked at the hour hand on his Rolex watch frustrated that it was already on

RomanEver said something and at the time it really sounded doable, only reality hit different and things went unexpectedly? Better yet ever tried recording your voice thinking that your voice would outmatch that of Nick Jonas, only after listening to your voice you realized that you were probably the worst singer to walk the face of the earth? Well, that's how he felt."I believe you got me wrong, Ms Carter. I'm asking you to dinner in my house and I'll personally cook for us to make amends"The statement had sounded so bold in his mind. He would 'personally cook', something that had sounded so easy in his mind only it wasn't easy. He had cooked before. Debra Cervantes, his mother had ensured his sons knew how to cook. He wasn't exactly a pro like Gordon Ramsay but still he knew a thing or two.Rather disappointment hit him in the face after realizing not cooking for so long had messed him up. He couldn't cook. Two hours twenty minutes later, Roman was still staring at the sloppy mes

ᕙKevin CervantesᕗHe lived with the same stinking feeling of being unwanted, being judged, being hated, quite frankly he felt like he deserved it all. The air was calm, the sun up as it always was in LA, he sat on the bench in Medford park and no, he wasn't a psycho who'd watch women's boobs jiggle as they went for a morning run again he wasn't there because he had a dog that liked the park, he never did like dogs to begin with."Hi,"a brunette waved at him shyly running past him in those new Amazon leggings that really accentuated women's butt. I suppose it was strange for women to see a man they would only seen in magazines calmly seated on a bench in an ordinary park doing nothing.Except he wasn't just doing nothing. Chloe took her morning runs around that park and every day since they got out of jail, he would get up early, sit on the same bench waiting for her and getting to see her run even from a distance. An hour of waiting and there she was. Like a mama goddess pushing aroun

ᕙ Kevin Cervantes ᕗ"Oh my God, it's you"He was just as shocked to hear her speak like she recognized him. He wanted to blame everything on his jetlag, blame it on the scotch he had in his private jet as he flew all the way to New York."Y-yeah"He said almost out of breath, sure her straight caramel hair was now shorter and curly; sure her ascent sounded way off than before, a bit funny even. Was it Australian or German? Seeing her infront of him was like watching one of those silly horror movies where the dead man wakes up in slow motion and talks.On his way to New York he kept on recalling Kimberly's words, he had flown all the way here on a hunch not that he believed his sister or anything. He wanted to put an end to Kim's madness,only it wasn't madness. Mikaella was actually alive, breathing. What about the churned body from the accident?Blood tests were carried out, DNA samples from the body matched those of Seth's proving it was Mick's body. Unless the results themselves wer