Uncovered Love (On Hold)

Chapter Two

Christian

Mexico

A sigh leaves his fine pink lips… he scans through the movies on Netflix but he’s not interested in any. 

He had a striking appearance, immense in his physique. Mistakenly, one could take him for a playboy at a first glance, but this polished face was dull. He was repulsed.

Bored of his days, he stayed alone. No friends close enough for him to invite home. Well, not because his parents had issues, his dad does but, that’s not the cause. The only reason why he knows people is through his dad’s business. Being told to be friendly with people he does not know about, going on dates just for the sake of his dad even though he made it obvious he never liked it.

At least his dad was gone for a while -business trip, got a break from that lifestyle.

He shut his computer and lay on the couch. He brushes off the blonde hair strands that fall to his face. It’s been a while since he had his whole time to himself, he thought. No calls, no disturbance from any workaholic dad, just him on the couch. Nah, he needed something else. Something to wail away his time, not just something, someone.

Remembering Nico and how he had left his childhood so suddenly, cut off all connections from everyone.

He still don’t understand why they had to do that, did his dad do something wrong?

Did it have to do with his mum’s death??

Are they in trouble too?

He had asked severally, these questions as it had bothered him more than anything could. But, his dad shuts him out. For protection father says. He gets so little time with him lately, so much so, he was unaware of what his beloved father did anymore, where he travels to, works. He’s changed so much after mother died, a different person entirely.

There he goes again, he was about thinking if dad was involved in something shady. He always refrained from pondering on something so far-fetched, considering how decent his father acted when mother was alive. But he could not help but wonder, what if?

He stood up, wanting to distract himself from his thoughts. Walked past his king sized bed and towards the bathroom.

Olivia

Canada

The yellow sun had started to rise, a beautiful sight I dare say. It was a nice time for a run, tearing through the cool breeze while having a good sweat, heavy breaths and long tasking laps. Or a good time to make memories, take pictures under the soft, flattering light. An even better moment to have more sleep.

Yes, sleep.

Like every other girls’ room, this had touches of her favorite colors, cyan blue and black. Four pictures hung on a wall having her mum, dad and herself. There was a dressing mirror at the corner of the room, right next to her wardrobe and a table alternate to it. She had her own small book shelf where she either kept books that she often found herself reading again or ones that touched her heart enough to be kept. She was someone who loved beautiful nature sights, explains the wallpaper before her bed.

Olivia laid quietly asleep, covered in soft blankets. She didn’t look like she was getting up soon. But an alarm sounded, awakening her.