The phone ringing loudly on the table beside the bed woke Alan from his slumber, he slowly opened his eyes as the phone kept ringing. He grunted as he stretched out his hand to pick up the phone, but it stopped ringing the moment he took the phone and he grumbled.
He was about to toss the phone aside when it started ringing again, he looked at the caller ID and it was Mark and he immediately picked up the call "you better be dying" he said the moment he picked up the phone.
"I'm not, but I will be if you don't help" he rushed out, sounding out of breath "I asked Malia out and I don't know what I'm supposed to do"
Alan sighed in frustration and sat up on the bed "give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now" he grumbled on the phone and the line went quiet "you have only 10 seconds to speak"
"You shouldn't kill me because I finally grew the balls to ask Malia out on a da
My birthday is tomorrow!!! And I'm totally in love with Mark and Malia( they just might become my fav couple💗)
He strode into the set making everyone turn their attention towards him, he gave them a smile and a small nod as he walked over to where the director was sitting "Hey Gerald, how is it going?"The young man that was sitting and looking at the scene that was just acted out through the screen, yelped, startled by the sudden intrusion. He turned and when he saw the person behind it, his face morphed into a scowl "that wasn't funny Alan" he said, and turned back to the screen he was looking at previously.Alan chuckled and bent down to look at the screen "it was funny Gerald, you are just a bitter old man" he taunted, not moving his face from the screen "what is this?" He asked, after watching the scene. A look of disgust plastered on his face."It is the ad for the deal we recently got" he stated while looking at the screen, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at it "Something is wrong with it, but I just can't seem to place m
Two weeks later The entire company was bubbling with people that morning, everyone was running around trying to put everything together for the exhibition that is less than 42 hours away. Amanda walked into the company, put together as always but unlike every other day her hair wasn't left to flow freely on her shoulders but instead was put in a bun, and the usual smile on her face was replaced with a frown. Her stress level went up since the exhibition drew closer and closer, she was paranoid feeling like something or worse still everything will go wrong. She got to her office and sat down, taking deep breaths to calm herself down "get it together lady, this isn't your first exhibition neither will it be your last so get it together" she pep talked to herself, forcing herself to smile to get rid of the negativity in her head. When she finally got it together, she picked up the landlin
"You know for someone that seems so calm and collected, you do freak out a lot!?" Alan said, walking behind a stressed-out Amanda who is biting her tongue to not snap at him. "I mean a whole lot! Like, I look at you and I'm like how does she manage to hide it so well?" He asked again, but when he saw it wasn't getting any effect he paused. "Oh common! Bring back my angry best friend!" He whined, pouting like a child. She paused on the table she was supervising to make sure everything is alright, turning towards him she gave him a very deadly glare which made his pout turn into a childish grin "in case you haven't noticed Mr. Weasley, I'm busy, and I'll appreciate it if you give me some space before I smack you" she warned; speaking with clenched teeth. He just widened his grin and nodded, which just frustrated Amanda even more. She rolled her eyes and went back to supervising the hall, and was utterly grateful when she
Amanda was in the middle of interrogating the two boys in front of her about their newly found friendship when Oliver popped out of nowhere and muttered short greetings to Alan and Amanda before he turned to Jonathan with a small smile. "Hey there little man" He greeted Jonathan bending to his level. "Hey, Oliver, nice to meet you" Jonathan greeted in a polite voice, a small smile on his face. He smiled at him before standing to his full height, he moved closer to Amanda and whispered something in her ear. "Alright, give me a minute," she said as soon as he was done talking, he nodded and walked off "now for the two of you" she started, turning towards them," you are going to stay with each other till I'm done with the exhibition, I still have questions for you two" They both exchanged quick glances, before turning towards her and nodding together "Good, now I'm off for the exhibition! Don't wander off" she stated and then walked away. The two of them
**Trigger Warning! Mention of rape and abuse** 7 years ago A small crowd stood at the entrance of the alley staring into it, most of the people there wore a sad expression on their face while most of them looked in and just walked out, shaking their heads sadly. It wasn't a rare sight to see people beaten up and left to die by that alleyway, but each time it happens it draws the attention and sympathy of the people, yet no one offers to help. This time, a lot of people's attention was drawn to it because unlike the usual occurrence of seeing young men beaten to death there, it was a very young girl around the age of 15 or 16. Her clothes were badly torn with huge stains of blood on them, leaving only a little to cover her privates; but that barely offered enough coverage, bruises were all over her body, some of th
"I'll drop you off" Amanda offered Alan, as soon as she was done washing the dishes.He smiled at her and nodded "sure thing" he said then turned to Jonathan and smiled at him "I'll see you later, little man, I will text you later." he promised.Jonathan grinned widely and bobbed his head up and down "and I'll make sure to reply to all your texts""Jonathan lock the door when we leave and do not open it for anyone, your watch should strictly remain on your wrist" she stated, Jonathan looked at her and nodded before turning back to Alan "when you both are done, I'll be outside. " Amanda said with an eye roll, slickly hiding the smile on her face.She hates to admit it but Alan looks ethereal when interacting with Jonathan, in those moments she willing forgets the reason he is in her life currently, and she wouldn't mind keeping him in her life if he keeps being so cute with Jonathan.Shaking her head, she snapped out of such thoughts and got into he
Amanda felt a heavyweight on her arm as she tried to turn around, she tried moving again but the weight still rested on her arms. When she tried again for the third time and her arm wouldn't budge, she panicked and quickly opened her eyes only to sigh in relief, and let out a chuckle at her fear. Jonathan's head rested on her arms; which is the reason she couldn't move. They both fell asleep after watching multiple shows, talking to him about their family went smoother than she expected. He took everything in good spirit and even consoled her at a point. She smiled warmly and used her free hand to pat his hair softly before moving his head gently away from her arms to the pillow. She picked up her phone and her eyes widened when she saw the time, it's 7:55 "oh my God! Jonathan wake up! You are late for school" she yelled, tapping the poor boy gently but rapidly "Jonathan I said wake up! You are already late for school. How on Earth did I miss my alarm"
OLIVER gulped down nervously, shaking under the intense gaze of Amanda. He glanced at the people in the room, looking for who will be the bait; the person that will break the news down to the boss, but everyone avoided eye contact with him."For the last time, what is going on?" Amanda asked a very harsh tone to her voice; clearly unimpressed and frustrated at her workers' attitude. She took a deep breath and focused her gaze solely on Oliver, instead of looking at them all at the same time "Mr. Romans, why did you call me?" She questioned.The sweat on Oliver's forehead increased, his tie suddenly became too tight and he loosened it trying to catch his breath "well.. well.. Miss West, an.." he stuttered, trying to find the right words and the courage."Are you going to talk, or will you keep chewing on your words?" He jumped a bit, clearly startled by the evident and raw anger in his boss's voice.He took a deep breath and handed her his tablet "An.." he