Don't easily judge a person Victoria! A voice inside my head spoke, and she's right. I must not jump into conclusions without knowing the whole story.

He laughed while looking intently at me. "That's a nice impression you got there hobbit. I guess we share the same thought."

I cringed, and brushed it all away. "Uhm, it's already past noon, should we even eat?" I said while looking at the clock, and changing the subject.

"Yeah. I'll cook something." He straightened up and headed towards the kitchen. "You should try calling him."

"I don't want to..." This earned me a nasty glare from Tristan. "I mean he might think I'm demanding or something..." He cut me off and spoke in a higher tone than usual.

Oh he is pissed.

"You have the RIGHT. And he DOESN'T have the right to bail on you." He has a point though, but I'd still like to stick to my word. I won't call him, because well, I'm born stubborn.

I walked towards the counter, looking for a knife. "Do you need help? I can't cook, but I can slice and dice." I said smiling, as I held up a knife.

"You know. You should stop dodging my questions." He said with dash of sarcasm.

I just laughed. "So what are we cooking?" He rolled his eyes by my attempt to change the subject, again.

"Escabeche." He said, as he rummaged through the freezer looking for fish. I remember my sister used to cook that at home. Its fried fish with sticky sauce and lots of veggies.

"Okay chef." I saluted him, which earned me another eye roll, and a smirk.

He guided me all the way on what to do; like how thin the cut of the carrots and red peppers should be, or for me to shut up when he started frying, because the oil was like firecrackers flying everywhere, and some even landed on my skin. Of course on instinct, I shouted like a crazy lady and run behind the sofa.

And then an accident happened, it was when I came back to the kitchen and attempted to help. I spilled the sauce he was setting on the side of the counter, and onto my jeans and shirt. I thought he'd go godzilla on me, but he just gave this you-are-so-pathetic look, and laughed.

"Damn, you're so clumsy." He laughed again, and when he stopped. He looked at me and gestured for me to sit down and not to touch anything.

"I can set the table." I suggested when he's almost done.

"Just don't break anything."

"Whatever." He laughed and so did I. He disappeared to one of the rooms, when I was carefully setting up plates on their expensive-looking black dining table. Then he returned with clothes in hand.

"Go change. I don't like to eat with you in that state." He said, with that exaggerated you're-so-gross look on his face.

I looked down, and it doesn't look that bad. "Heck you're such an OC."

He simply shrugged, accepting the truth without denial. I grabbed the clothes in his hands. "Thank you?"

I laughed. "Yeah. Thanks."

"You can change in my room." My eyes were definitely popping out of my skull. "Don't worry, there's no CCTV in there."

"You better be saying the truth, nerd. Because I will..." He cut me off, without even letting me finish the fine details of my threat.

"Just go change." He pushed me towards his room. "And lock it."

When I was inside, I stood in awe with how neat it is, same color scheme was also done on this room. The king sized bed was covered in white duvet, the biggest iMac was placed on a slick black desk placed on the opposite side of the bed, and there are two tall black wooden bookshelves filled with books on the side of the desk. What caught my attention is the wide glass window that's not even covered with a curtain.

Yeah, there's no fuckin camera, but I'll sure be making a nude show to the people in the city.

"Change in the bathroom." I heard him say behind the door.

"What the fuck. Are you peeping?"

"Heck. Even if I can see through walls, I'd still be not interested."

"Defensive much. And by the way, just to let you know, I'm giving you a double fuck you."

"Whatever hobbit. Just hurry up." I sighed and looked for the bathroom.

I spotted a black door on each side of the bed, one was near the door I just entered in, and the other was near the window. Good grief. I hope his bathroom doesn't have a fat ass window, like the rest of this condo.

I first peeked inside the door that's nearest me, and it's no bathroom, it's a fuckin walk in closet, with clothes neatly arranged by color. This closet is even bigger than my room! I mentally cried. How can a guy, who's so carefree of his looks have this? This is every girl's dream. Can I pack this room, and put it in my pocket? I sighed and closed it, this is no time for drama.

My stomach is bitching on me, as it rumbles and makes its own version of a thunder storm. I sprinted towards the other door, happy to see it's not how I'd imagined. I changed as fast as I could, not even bothered by the clothes he gave me, which is a white t-shirt twice as big as me, that it almost looks like a dress, and blue checkered boxers.

Heading towards the kitchen, I caught him drinking a red liquid from what looks like a small test tube. He looked at me, and a glint of shock was on his eyes.

"Didn't know you were there hobbit." He then disposed the container to the trash.

"Well, now you know. So... what was that?"

"Medicine." He paused, walked towards the table and sat. "Let's eat."

After we ate, I decided that I should just start making the production I.D while waiting for Will. By doing so, I videoed the whole process, and just explain it to him later.

I was working on the coffee table, sitting on the cold floor, while Tristan was on the sofa reading a book, his legs were next to me. We sat there with minimal talking. Then our worlds finally closed when we both started putting on earphones. A sign that automatically says don't-disturb-me.

Hours passed and I didn't even realize that I fell asleep, while waiting for my work to save. And yes, my laptop is slower than a turtle. My head collapsed on Tristan's knee, which felt like a hard pillow.

Weirdly in my dream, Will came home. He was drunk but sober enough to recognize me, and what I was wearing, which was Tristan's boxers. I don't know what's going on in his head, but he jumped on Tristan like a raging bull. And what came after, was a lot of flying...

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This chapter is too long that it passed the 2000 words markdown, so I had to cut it into two.

And as I was reading the earlier chapters of this story, and heck, I just realized all the stuff I need to edit. I'm really sorry with all the wrong typos. I'll edit the whole book when I'm done, and probably ask help from someone who's good in English, like Allanah. This language is actually not my first, it's my third. So I have a lot to work on.

Okay I'm ranting too much, Tristan would've probably cut me off without even letting me finish the first sentence.

Thanks by the way for reading this story, even though it's badly written (*insert crying face).