Ryan woke up in a jolt to hear his phone ringing vigorously inside his blanket. Last night after Darius left abruptly before he could stop him, he pondered about texting him, but his fingers stopped every moment he wanted to press the send buttons.     Unsure of what to say, what to be sorry for, his mind went blank. Why was he mad? Is it because he didn’t come home all night? But he can’t say the truth. He might explode at Linda for inviting me and doing that. Well, he remembered he didn’t tell him about today too. The whole day with him gone without letting him know must have made him angry this much.    He kept on typing and deleting the messages before sending to Darius just when he received a message in that night time from Ashton, his boss, from the car washing shop.    His heart sank at the sight of his text. After that day, that rich

  Owen Davenport, everyone in the industry, knew his name. The future CEO of the Davenport Co, his dear father, will entitle the company to him which he very much despises. Yet he had to suffer all the humiliation of not taking care of his father’s precious company, made him annoyed at every moment his father called him to talk about it. This time, also in the midst of some cute texts from his newly made friend, he received one of his father’s text message, “Come home at 4 sharp. We need to talk,” even his texts were boring as hell, which made his lips curve downward, upsetting him as much as he hates his father. Ten minutes left to clock ticking at 4, he descended at the Davenport mansion, frown all over his face as the very first person he saw in his house was Mrs. Davenport, his step mother gossiping and bragging about a ring her husband brought from Paris. He could barely tolerate David and his annoying sister, but their mother was another breed of s

  The dim room lit up at the light coming through the table lamp. Wind blowing the curtains hanging on the window, which looked like they were embracing each other. Outside was gloomy as well. The night had fallen; the moon shone brighter than anything. Luke walked in to the dimly lit room, his heavy feet dragging themselves against the hard floor, with each step thumping on it. His loose brown trousers waving along the room as he halted in front of the mirror right next to the window, his hands rubbing against his cheek, which were slightly red, standing in front of there. He didn’t bother lighting up the room as it was already night and the place was not pitch dark. The curtains flickered at the sight of him as if they were admiring the beauty of his sharp jaw on his diamond face glowing in the dark. They went back to their window sill resting themselves as the breeze subsided down and Luke took the chance to shut the windows as icy wind slammed on his

 Ryan walked down the alley, radiantly shining through the bright sunshine as his hands waving with the rhythm of his whistle. His face as bright as the sun shining above, his feet felt like dancing along each step he took. His joy multiplied as Ashton informed him in the early morning that he won’t open the shop today, so the entire afternoon he was free.A cellphone on his left hand lit up with notification sound when his smile beamed even more. Eyes sparkling, fixed on the screen, he tapped swiftly to reply. He was about to collide on old man but noticed him on time to visit the collision with an apologetic look.The street was bustling with the crowd in the morning, the flower shop as usual with no apparent customer gracefully laid in the middle of that street while the album store right beside was so crowded people could barely see inside. Perhaps some famous artist was giving out signed copy. He shrugged and walked on his

  Ryan, startled to see the guy behind him, in an ivory shirt stretching long across his bulging chest. His eyes lowered t the direction of the book on Ryan’s hand, the man asked, “Here to sign?” His voice was as melodic as ever. Ryan nodded, aghast to see his mesmerizing beauty shining in the bright lights inside the place. “O-Owen?” he mumbled loud enough to hear, as he churches the book on his chest, dumb struck to find him here in the middle of this enormous crowd. “Here for the signing event,” Owen started casually, looking at the podium where the author should arrive soon, but he was late. And the crowd was chattering along about his late arrival, not pleased at all. Even Ryan himself was waiting in the queue and now his dumb mind couldn’t figure out how come Owen came here? He could just order a signed copy directly by calling the publishing house. Why bother to stand in line to meet him? Owen spoke up, as if he knew