Coming Back Home

JUST A SIDE CHICK"Hey. Hey, baby, wake up." The 6'2" man shakes the sleeping dinosaur beside him. His head is foggy and messy and the events of last night were blurry but he knew it was long. Very long.Charlie moans as she rolls herself awake. Her eyes stay shut for some seconds but almost immediately, she opens them and grins sluggishly, "Hey, Marrie,"'Marrie' cringes and shoots Charlie a playful glare to which the latter giggles and leans upward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Mario Denison moves his head so fast to avert the kiss."Morning breath." He simply states.Charlie nods and places a peck on his cheek instead. She jumps from the bed to the floor which was probably a bad idea because she came tumbling face-first to the floor."Ow. You definitely tore me a new one, Mario."A smirk appears on Mario's face at the power boost to his ego and... Down ther

THE MAN OUTSIDE MY DOOR "Greta, dear? Is that you?" A frail voice queries as Charlie passes by an old looking bungalow. It's Mama Freya; the 72-year old Canadian woman who lived just beside Char's apartment. The old lady had a case of Alzheimer's disease and mild diabetes. Charlie smiles sadly, "No, Mama Freya. It's me, Charlie." Mama Freya pauses in her chair rocking and smiles brightly, "That's what I said!" Charlie shakes her head with a giggle. She walks over to the shaky woman and kisses her pasty forehead. Shue grins as Mama Freya coos sluggishly at Charlie. "I think you look beautiful this morning!" Apart from chicken broth, the only thing that can hit home, for Mama Freya, is compliments. This'll make her gush like a teenager and reminisce on the good ol' days. Surely, Charlie does not want to sit around and l

AUTHOR'S NOTEI would have put this author's note at the end of the Chapter but to avoid unnecessary corrections and critics, I decided to put it here. PLEASE NOTE the male protagonist begins to speak in this chapter and his pattern of speaking is... Unique. This is deliberate. The reason for this will be disclosed in the next chapters.UNCONSCIOUSLY PROTECTIVEThe next day, first thing in the morning, Charlie runs to the living room to check if the panda bear is still here.An unconscious smile appears on her face. The man has his knees curled against his chest in a fetal position. His fingers are in fists and are tucked under his chin. A bouncing baby boy; that's what he looks like.Charlie runs back up to her room to do the needful. She puts her hair into a very loose bun. Her chest is covered with a blue long-sleeved shirt and black bottom shorts.As she runs down the stairs, she dials the

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

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