Blue Flower

Chapter 2

-Naomi-

You don’t know how good a man Chester Sulkin is.

Well, it all started when we were in kindergarten. We had an activity, and our teacher assigned us to draw anything that we could think. I drew the clouds and the heavens above, thinking of my deceased father. I was almost done with my work when Darren bumped into my elbow and messed it up. My blue crayon broke into half, and I cried until my eyes got red.

“Here’s my blue crayon. Stop crying now.” Chester said, handing it to me.

I hesitated at first, and then took the crayon. I obviously needed it.

“I promise to return this later.” I said.

“No, take it. It’s already yours. Get your work done right now. She’ll be checking it.”

“Yeah.” I said and continued on my work. A smile just came out of my face. He was a good person, and until now, he’s the same Chester I know.

Chester is just a simple guy. He’s living with his mom, a pastry chef, and Hayley, a college student taking up Fine Arts in a prestigious university here in Chicago. He told me once that his father left them and married a beautiful Korean crown princess. It was hard for him to live without a father figure, but he’s used to it, and he honestly begged to God that he’ll see his father again.

I always have the chance to ride on his bike. It was a gift given to him by his mom when he ranked number one in class. I never thought that he could do such thing. He even raised his eyebrows and laughed at me. I used to think of him as an average mediocre guy.

Another thing about him is his growing love for books. He has a wide array of book collections in his room. He has the whole collection of Harry Potter, The Twilight Saga, Sherlock Holmes, all novels by Dan Brown, Nicholas Sparks, and a few by Danielle Steel. He even collected classical books by Jane Austen, Charles Dickens and the Bronte Sisters. His room was more of a mini-library than a four-cornered haven.

“Hey Chester, just where the hell did you get these?” I said when we cleaned his bedroom one weekend. I was holding two classic novels on both hands, and Moby Dick by Herman Melville was tucked between my legs.

“They’re just gifts I receive every Christmas.” he answered.

I moved a step forward, and Lauren Kate’s Fallen series was scattered on the floor.

My jaw dropped in amazement. His family really knows he’s a sucker for books. Good job, Marie Sulkin. You let your son grow up with the companionship of books.

I once took a quiet read on Chester’s journal one time when we were in his bedroom. He was quietly sleeping after we cleaned his too messy bedroom. I read a great deal of poetry, and two novels. Those writings of his struck me and soothed me at the same time. It was then that I discovered his potential of being a writer.

I was smiling to myself when someone snapped his fingers in front of me.

“Hey! Hey! It’s break time.” Chester said, continuously snapping his thumb and middle finger to wake me up.

“Yeah, let’s go.”I said and took his hand. We went out of the classroom together and made our way to the cafeteria.

And lastly, it’s not really obvious. Chester has a big appetite.