male voice. Jumping, I screamed and flew
off the couch, in a move eerily similar to the Crane from Karate Kid. Soft male
laughter greeted me. Looking up, I saw that it was Jack. Jack in jeans and
nothing else. Jack’s bare, muscled chest. MY heart pounded and my face burned
in embarrassment. I felt like an idiot.
“Bleu?” he said again, looking confused and trying really
hard not to laugh anymore.
“What...what are you doing here?” I whispered, smoothing
my hair and trying to recover my sanity. My heart was ready to jump out of my
chest and I could not stop staring at his naked chest.
“Well I could ask the same of you couldn’t I, Daniel san ??” he remarked with a snort. I shook
my head and laughed.
“I feel like an idiot! I am so sorry!”
“It’s fine. Remind me to never sneak up on you....you
might break out your sick karate moves. And to answer your question, I live
here for now,” he said, still chuckling.
“Shut up, you startled me,” I retorted. He grinned.
“There is an apartment above the shop. I live there until
I can find another place,” he said, noticing my confusion. I nodded after a
second.
“Why don’t we go up there instead of sitting here? I can
guarantee to you that my couches are ten times more comfortable than these ones
are,” he said. I nodded and followed him out of the shop. We went to a door
that I had not noticed before, in between the shop and the garage. We walked up
a flight of stairs and into his apartment. It was bigger than I expected. The
kitchen was spacious with an island that sported the same granite as the desk
downstairs. The backsplash behind the sink and stove were brick and the
cabinets with clear. The living room had two black overstuffed couches and a
big flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Under it was a bookcase filled with all
kinds of books. Off to the right of the TV was a door to his bedroom, I am
guessing. The other door was open and I could see part of the bathroom. He led
me to one of the couches. Putting my purse on the floor, I tossed my keys
inside.
“What happened?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I
sighed.
“Axel and I got into a fight. I waited up for him; I
wanted to talk to him about what has been going on. When he came home, I lit
into him. I did not mean to go all parental on him, but his attitude was so
mean. It just pissed me off, especially after what happened the other day. I
asked him about Barbie and accused him of turning his back on me. He told me to
stay out of it when I asked him what was going on. He has been shutting me out.
Things got pretty nuclear and it did not end well. So I left,” I replied.
“That does not sound like him. Something must be
seriously wrong,” he said more to himself than me.
“I went too far though. I brought up our mom,” I said. He
looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“I keep forgetting that you had not moved here yet,” I
murmured more to myself than to him.
“Yeah Mom and Dad were shuttling me and my bro back and
forth until we were 14 and then I decided to stay here. Why? What’s the big
secret?” he asked.
“Well, when we were ten, our mom was brutally murdered
while we were at school. My parents were split up at the time, but Dad was
supposed to move back in that weekend. His alibi was shoddy because he was
drinking a lot at the time and things did not add up. My older brother
was away at a basketball tournament. The judge remembered my dad from some
previous shit he did and he was extremely prejudice and seemed to side with the
district attorney. My dad ended up going to jail, sentenced 25 years to life.
He swore he was innocent the whole time. As soon as my older brother could, he
left. We have not talked to him in over ten years. When it all happened, I did
everything I could to protect Axel.”
“Wow. I had no clue. Well who raised you guys?"
"My Aunt Almeida and Uncle Tangler took over after
my Dad went to prison. He turned over
off the couch, in a move eerily similar to the Crane from Karate Kid. Soft male
laughter greeted me. Looking up, I saw that it was Jack. Jack in jeans and
nothing else. Jack’s bare, muscled chest. MY heart pounded and my face burned
in embarrassment. I felt like an idiot.
“Bleu?” he said again, looking confused and trying really
hard not to laugh anymore.
“What...what are you doing here?” I whispered, smoothing
my hair and trying to recover my sanity. My heart was ready to jump out of my
chest and I could not stop staring at his naked chest.
“Well I could ask the same of you couldn’t I, Daniel san ??” he remarked with a snort. I shook
my head and laughed.
“I feel like an idiot! I am so sorry!”
“It’s fine. Remind me to never sneak up on you....you
might break out your sick karate moves. And to answer your question, I live
here for now,” he said, still chuckling.
“Shut up, you startled me,” I retorted. He grinned.
“There is an apartment above the shop. I live there until
I can find another place,” he said, noticing my confusion. I nodded after a
second.
“Why don’t we go up there instead of sitting here? I can
guarantee to you that my couches are ten times more comfortable than these ones
are,” he said. I nodded and followed him out of the shop. We went to a door
that I had not noticed before, in between the shop and the garage. We walked up
a flight of stairs and into his apartment. It was bigger than I expected. The
kitchen was spacious with an island that sported the same granite as the desk
downstairs. The backsplash behind the sink and stove were brick and the
cabinets with clear. The living room had two black overstuffed couches and a
big flat screen TV hanging on the wall. Under it was a bookcase filled with all
kinds of books. Off to the right of the TV was a door to his bedroom, I am
guessing. The other door was open and I could see part of the bathroom. He led
me to one of the couches. Putting my purse on the floor, I tossed my keys
inside.
“What happened?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I
sighed.
“Axel and I got into a fight. I waited up for him; I
wanted to talk to him about what has been going on. When he came home, I lit
into him. I did not mean to go all parental on him, but his attitude was so
mean. It just pissed me off, especially after what happened the other day. I
asked him about Barbie and accused him of turning his back on me. He told me to
stay out of it when I asked him what was going on. He has been shutting me out.
Things got pretty nuclear and it did not end well. So I left,” I replied.
“That does not sound like him. Something must be
seriously wrong,” he said more to himself than me.
“I went too far though. I brought up our mom,” I said. He
looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean?”
“I keep forgetting that you had not moved here yet,” I
murmured more to myself than to him.
“Yeah Mom and Dad were shuttling me and my bro back and
forth until we were 14 and then I decided to stay here. Why? What’s the big
secret?” he asked.
“Well, when we were ten, our mom was brutally murdered
while we were at school. My parents were split up at the time, but Dad was
supposed to move back in that weekend. His alibi was shoddy because he was
drinking a lot at the time and things did not add up. My older brother
was away at a basketball tournament. The judge remembered my dad from some
previous shit he did and he was extremely prejudice and seemed to side with the
district attorney. My dad ended up going to jail, sentenced 25 years to life.
He swore he was innocent the whole time. As soon as my older brother could, he
left. We have not talked to him in over ten years. When it all happened, I did
everything I could to protect Axel.”
“Wow. I had no clue. Well who raised you guys?"
"My Aunt Almeida and Uncle Tangler took over after
my Dad went to prison. He turned over
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