Flower Lovers : the confluence of two souls

. Chapter 2 .

"You were looking for me ?" Dean asked a young girl about 16.

She turned away and exclaimed, "Dean ! You surprised me ! Hum... Ah yes I sent Haru and his friend to bring you here, but they came back without you."

"I was on the way to the shower sis..."

"Okay, no problem then. I called you because the parents want you in a few minutes." the girl answered.

"May I ask why ?"

" They said it's about an interview, but don't worry it will be short."

Dean looked upset, "An interview, again... Fortunately they spare you from these 'higher spheres' things. Anyways, I'm forced to go... Thank you for having let me know."

"No problem Dean, chin up !"

"Yeah..."

Dean started leaving and stopped. He turned around and said "Oh, I almost forgot. Please send me people a bit more polite next time. The ones you sent were disagreeable"

"Really ? Haru is so kind habitually" the sister said, surprised.

"The red haired boy is an asshole, stay away from those guys, it would make me happy."

"Hum..."

"Okay I'm leaving now."

The girl looked at his brother until he disappeared away. Then, she took her phone in hand and composed a number. It ringed for a few seconds and someone picked it up.

"Hello ? Is that Haru ?" she asked

"Oh Agami, you again ? What are you calling for, I'm at my basketball training." answered the boy

"Hum... Don't take it wrong but my brother said you were disagreeable when you saw him earlier... I know you are a kind guy but I don't want any misunderstanding between my friends and my family."

"Yes, okay... Well, June had a hard morning and he talked a bit aggressively, but I'll make sure he makes his apology to your brother."

"You are not obliged to do this Haru, don't worry, I'll explain the situation to Dean." Agami responded.

" No, I insist. On top of that, June isn't a bad guy, so let me arrange that. I have to hang up the phone, the coach is calling me. See you tomorrow at the stadium !"

"Alright, see you !"

The call cut of. Agami put her phone in her bag and went out of the stadium. A chauffeur was waiting for her. She got into the car and left.

In the TV building, the employees were all occupied. It was a hive of activity and everything had to be ready for broadcasting the tournament. In a small room, the make-up artists were working.

"Dean, I think this hue of red would be more appropriate for this interview" a woman of nearly 45 years old said.

"Madam Jones please, follow me for the trying on." a manager called out.

"No problem," the woman answered. "I'll let you alone Dean. Take good care of him" she said to the make-up artist.

"Don't worry Ma'am, your son is already naturally handsome so it's a pleasure working with him."

"Heard Dean, that's what I'm striving to tell him." she said to the employee. "He would be a great model but he doesn't want to. What a pity. Anyways I should go now, see you soon Sweetie."

"Mom, don't call me like that please." Dean stated bored by such nicknames.

"Oh Dean, stop exaggerating. Well, later !" Mrs. Jones ended on the go.

Once the make-up finished, Dean took his phone to see the time. It was already 11 a.m. and the interview was planned for 12 a.m. on the program the most seen of all Australia. However, he didn't seem stressed at all. He looked at himself in the mirror and raised his eyebrows.

"Is there a problem with the make-up Mr. Jones ?" a staff member asked.

"No, it's okay... Let me know when the program starts, I want to take some fresh air" he answered clinically.

"No problem, I'll let you know !"

At these words, Dean opened the door of the room and directed to the top of the building. Everything looked minuscule from this place. People teemed in the streets down the TV station. We were in August, at the end of winter, so the temperature was increasing little by little. Dean felt a mild wind skimming his face. Because winter is not that cold as elsewhere, he was very sensible to low temperatures and got sick easily. It was one of the preoccupations of his mother since he had decided to practice a sport in which he had to be in contact with ice. The first year of ice skating, he fell severely sick and had to be hospitalized. But now, he's much more tough. He was on the way to leave when he heard footsteps on the stairs.