Ever wondered what it would be like if life was a movie? Even though I loved adventure, I definitely would not like to be in an action movie setting - it's too risky, and I could die at any moment. I would prefer to be in a romantic movie, with a little bit of comedy and a handful of sexual suspense, and if the scene of me and Basil going to the restroom is to be written, this would've been what to expect: - They both headed to the restroom to get Hunter cleaned up, oblivious to the fact that their sexual hormones were practically over secreting, spreading sparks of pink blush across their white faces. They walked into the room that read ' men only ' and Basil closed the door behind them. Hunter went to the sink, trying to wash off the coffee stain from the handkerchief Basil had handed him earlier. Basil approached him from behind, itching dangerously close, his groin caressing Hunter's butt. " Don't worry, I'll take it", he said as he leaned forward, his head peering fr
Hazel's POV I was angry about the whole thing, but I certainly couldn't do anything about it, not when Mom was involved. I picked up the iPad as Basil followed after Hunter out of the building and started checking my schedule for the day as I heard the car leaving. There wasn't much for the day, just a couple of meetings with the food factory and tech company, the rest was all paperwork at the office. I went back upstairs to get a car key - I wasn't going to trek to work. I opened the car key drawer and surveyed the whole keys and their potential vehicles. After debating between taking a GLE Coupe, a GLC Coupe, and a GLA SUV, I finally decided to settle for the first option; the GLE Coupe. I went back down and went to the garage to get my ride. On opening the garage, even I momentarily thought that it was a car shop. Different cars and models were everywhere, I couldn't actually number them, but if I were to give an estimate, there would probably be about twenty cars in there w
I once had a girlfriend; Sasha. " Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the school dean's office?" that was the first thing she said to me when we met in college. I was a major in Sociology and Anthropology while she was a freshman in Management Sciences. I didn't think much of her then, what could possibly be of interest to me with a freshman from the department of Management Sciences? I just helped her with the direction and headed my own way. The next time I saw her was at the 136th Harvard convention held at the campus at Boston. We found ourselves in the same ground team and she instantly recognized me as the guy whom she had met on her first day in college. She kept trying to trig my memory into remembering who she was, and it wasn't until she mentioned that she was the girl with the ridiculous makeup asking for the dean's office did I get to recall who she was. She wasn't wearing that kind of makeup again; she had probably received a hazing ritual from the girls in
" Nice to meet you too sir", she said and I quickly broke off the handshake. " So, I hear you'd be leading us in today's meeting, is that true?" " Very true sir, as soon as we get to the office", she said, motioning with her hands that I can head upstairs. We moved into the building, a magnificent skyscraper with a large ' IC FOODS ' sign at the top. It was surrounded by other buildings but stood tall in the midst of them all, towering above them all. The exterior of the building was plain transparent glass, giving a see through the building and the activities going on in it. We settled down in the meeting room as the people around went around, seeing that everything was in order - the slide, the power point, the projector, that everything would go as planned. A hard copy of everything to be presented was handed to everyone starting from me, and on the front page was written in bold blue ink ' Reformation Plans For IC FOODS' Packaging Criteria '. Sasha stood at a lectern right b
Hunter's POV Statistical Economics was ongoing in class, but I couldn't just concentrate. I mean, how could I possibly concentrate when Basil's words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that he told me that what I had done was beautiful filled my belly with butterflies. The lecturer was saying something, something about Cross Median Modifications and Standard Economic Derivation but I wasn't paying attention, the attention in question became expensive to pay. Looking at me from a rational perspective one would never guess that I had transcended beyond the lecture hall, far beyond the school building, and to the parking lot where Basil told me he would be at. I was looking at the lecturer, the good looking middle aged man that undoubtedly looks like he was in his thirties, his properly ironed checkered shirt, his silver wrist watch that almost had the reflective index of a diamond, and the way he moved his hands while talking; I was basically looking at all that but if I was told
" Are you leaving now?" Bryan asked, packing his things into his bag. " Yeah, I'm already so tired", I said doing the same thing as him. " I thought you were going to stay for the Economics Student Association (ESA) meeting?" " I would've loved to but I can't. I'm really tired, and besides it's already late", I checked my wrist watch, " look, it's a few minutes past 4 pm, and only God knows when they'll be able to start the meeting and dismiss, probably by 7 pm", we took our bags; our side bags and laptop bags and headed out of the school building. " Where's your ride home?" he asked as we got to the parking lot. " Well, I won't be driving for a while now. I was pulled over by the police yesterday and they found out that I hadn't completed probation before driving again so they extended the time for probation" I said, standing in front of his car and two cars away from mine. " Oh, so how did you get to school then? A cab?" " No, him", I pointed towards the car. Basil w
Hazel's POV Sasha has always been daring; that was one of the things I had liked about her to be frank, but I never imagined that she would be so daring to appear before me after that scene with Cole. She was flamboyant and outgoing and colorful and I loved all that, but when the cheating qualification was added to her resume, I started hating every other thing that I had liked about her. Meeting her at the food factory really destroyed my day, and for the rest of the day I couldn't just concentrate, even my meeting with the tech company didn't go as I had planned. We didn't discuss the major problems we were facing as a tech company, especially since Apple and Samsung were hellbent on driving us out of business. I stayed over at the company doing some paperwork and approving some projects until the sun disappeared into the west horizon. I heard a knock on my door and was actually surprised that Miss May had not gone home; she was one of my employees who usually stayed till
That was one weird dream. Rationally it should be referred to as a nightmare, if not for anything, for the fact that Hunter and Sasha appeared in it. I got out of bed and the things I was working on from last night were still littered everywhere, on every single part of the room. I took some time to arrange everything so my room doesn't keep looking like a trash site and headed straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I got down and made myself a toast. I was about to brew coffee when I discovered that my Italian coffee grains were finished, and that meant that I just had to eat the toasted bread and be on my way. I could hear some noise in Hunter's room and that made it obviously clear that he was still upstairs. Basil wasn't even there yet so it seemed as if he would be having late classes. I ate my bread solo as I went through the iPad, checking my schedule for the day. Just paperwork and project approvals, and then dinner with mom and dad - oh my God, it was
A heart disease. Yeah, that had to be the explanation. I was probably suffering from a heart disease because my heart was beating way too fast for it to be functioning appropriately. I really should have considered going over to the medical laboratory students to get my blood pressure checked because I was damn sure it was going to be over a hundred and fifty. " Um, I don't know what to say", I looked up to him; literally looked up to him because he was like six feet tall and I was like a five or something, so I looked up to him, into his eyes, " thank you so much", I said, smiling. " You're welcome", he said and then came the tension. Not really a tension but a certain kind of awkward moment where we both didn't know what to say and consequentially just stood there, looking at each other in the face. " Well um, I'll leave you to get on with what you're doing. I'll be in the car", he said, scratching the back of his head in what seemed like nervousness. " Okay. I'll be s
Do you know that movie, Inside Out 2? Where Joy had introduced to Sadness, Anger, Disgust and Fear the super high tech Riley protection system through which they dispose most of Riley's most embarrassing moments into the back of the mind? Yeah. Right there inside the car with Basil at the red light, the memory I made there was one of those which I would encourage my own joy to send straight to the back of my mind without thinking twice. I would even beseech her to do so. " What is it? Is something wrong with your eyes?" I heard Basil ask and I immediately opened my eyes to find out that I had not gotten the kiss. I looked at myself and realized that he was trying to put my seatbelt on for me, not kiss me - how stupid could I be. " Yeah, yes, I think an insect found its way into my eyes", I said as I started scratching my eyes, looking for the imaginary insect that had flown into it from nowhere, wallowing in the pool of shame and embarrassment, just like waving at an unfamilia
Hunter's POV A new day brings with it new possibilities and hope, and as I summarized my sleep by tilting from side to side on the bed, I remembered that I had a school function to prepare for - just wonderful. It was the World Mental Health day and as the president of the Students welfare, I had come up with a little activity to create more awareness of mental health. One of our students committed suicide just a couple of months ago, a normal looking, no family issues, intelligent freshman, just out of the blue decided to end his life. People could never find a reason why he decided on that, but the truth is that there is always more to something than what actually meets the eye. What we normally see isn't just about everything there is. Take for instance the case of the Mendez brothers who brutally murdered their parents and paged it as a homicide. It wasn't until later that a detective noticed that they were living life way too happy for people that had just lost their paren
That was one weird dream. Rationally it should be referred to as a nightmare, if not for anything, for the fact that Hunter and Sasha appeared in it. I got out of bed and the things I was working on from last night were still littered everywhere, on every single part of the room. I took some time to arrange everything so my room doesn't keep looking like a trash site and headed straight to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I got down and made myself a toast. I was about to brew coffee when I discovered that my Italian coffee grains were finished, and that meant that I just had to eat the toasted bread and be on my way. I could hear some noise in Hunter's room and that made it obviously clear that he was still upstairs. Basil wasn't even there yet so it seemed as if he would be having late classes. I ate my bread solo as I went through the iPad, checking my schedule for the day. Just paperwork and project approvals, and then dinner with mom and dad - oh my God, it was
Hazel's POV Sasha has always been daring; that was one of the things I had liked about her to be frank, but I never imagined that she would be so daring to appear before me after that scene with Cole. She was flamboyant and outgoing and colorful and I loved all that, but when the cheating qualification was added to her resume, I started hating every other thing that I had liked about her. Meeting her at the food factory really destroyed my day, and for the rest of the day I couldn't just concentrate, even my meeting with the tech company didn't go as I had planned. We didn't discuss the major problems we were facing as a tech company, especially since Apple and Samsung were hellbent on driving us out of business. I stayed over at the company doing some paperwork and approving some projects until the sun disappeared into the west horizon. I heard a knock on my door and was actually surprised that Miss May had not gone home; she was one of my employees who usually stayed till
" Are you leaving now?" Bryan asked, packing his things into his bag. " Yeah, I'm already so tired", I said doing the same thing as him. " I thought you were going to stay for the Economics Student Association (ESA) meeting?" " I would've loved to but I can't. I'm really tired, and besides it's already late", I checked my wrist watch, " look, it's a few minutes past 4 pm, and only God knows when they'll be able to start the meeting and dismiss, probably by 7 pm", we took our bags; our side bags and laptop bags and headed out of the school building. " Where's your ride home?" he asked as we got to the parking lot. " Well, I won't be driving for a while now. I was pulled over by the police yesterday and they found out that I hadn't completed probation before driving again so they extended the time for probation" I said, standing in front of his car and two cars away from mine. " Oh, so how did you get to school then? A cab?" " No, him", I pointed towards the car. Basil w
Hunter's POV Statistical Economics was ongoing in class, but I couldn't just concentrate. I mean, how could I possibly concentrate when Basil's words kept ringing in my ears. The fact that he told me that what I had done was beautiful filled my belly with butterflies. The lecturer was saying something, something about Cross Median Modifications and Standard Economic Derivation but I wasn't paying attention, the attention in question became expensive to pay. Looking at me from a rational perspective one would never guess that I had transcended beyond the lecture hall, far beyond the school building, and to the parking lot where Basil told me he would be at. I was looking at the lecturer, the good looking middle aged man that undoubtedly looks like he was in his thirties, his properly ironed checkered shirt, his silver wrist watch that almost had the reflective index of a diamond, and the way he moved his hands while talking; I was basically looking at all that but if I was told
" Nice to meet you too sir", she said and I quickly broke off the handshake. " So, I hear you'd be leading us in today's meeting, is that true?" " Very true sir, as soon as we get to the office", she said, motioning with her hands that I can head upstairs. We moved into the building, a magnificent skyscraper with a large ' IC FOODS ' sign at the top. It was surrounded by other buildings but stood tall in the midst of them all, towering above them all. The exterior of the building was plain transparent glass, giving a see through the building and the activities going on in it. We settled down in the meeting room as the people around went around, seeing that everything was in order - the slide, the power point, the projector, that everything would go as planned. A hard copy of everything to be presented was handed to everyone starting from me, and on the front page was written in bold blue ink ' Reformation Plans For IC FOODS' Packaging Criteria '. Sasha stood at a lectern right b
I once had a girlfriend; Sasha. " Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the school dean's office?" that was the first thing she said to me when we met in college. I was a major in Sociology and Anthropology while she was a freshman in Management Sciences. I didn't think much of her then, what could possibly be of interest to me with a freshman from the department of Management Sciences? I just helped her with the direction and headed my own way. The next time I saw her was at the 136th Harvard convention held at the campus at Boston. We found ourselves in the same ground team and she instantly recognized me as the guy whom she had met on her first day in college. She kept trying to trig my memory into remembering who she was, and it wasn't until she mentioned that she was the girl with the ridiculous makeup asking for the dean's office did I get to recall who she was. She wasn't wearing that kind of makeup again; she had probably received a hazing ritual from the girls in