Chapter 1: An Unexpected Life

I kept thinking to myself to a certain question and I want to ask it to you all as well, if you could go and meet your younger self and tell them what will happen to them in the future, would your younger self believe you or dismiss it as nothing more then just one measly joke? I thought about it when I first met her, at first I thought that the young me would believe what I would say, that I'll die alone with nobody to share my ups and downs.

But as time went on, the thing I would say to my past self, became more and more uncertain. Would he believe me when I say that I found the best of friends to three morons and found my other half in trying to keep my friendship with them? I do not know if they'll even believe me at all, I am not certain what would they think of it... Hehehe, even I don't understand my old self.

Maybe because I tried to take the chance, thinking that nothing will happen... I have never been so happy to being so wrong!

My apologies, I ranted a bit too much that I forgot to introduce myself. My full name is Chrome Aiden Leonardo Donovan, you can call me whichever you prefer, 26 years of age, born and raised in the Philippines as the third and youngest son of my family. The features I have? Well, I'm exactly six foot tall, raven-black hair styled to in a two by three haircut, dark brown eyes, tanned skin, more-so lighter thanks to the climate, and finally my black-framed glasses.

The profession I chose is a Pediatric Doctor, excelling at medicine, currently I am living in Los Angeles, California. I guess that's enough for an introduction, and I'm thinking that you want to know what I'm up to? Well, I went to Utah to discuss about a movie of some sort to the director in-charge of it. I've finished it up and was heading back to LA on my motorcycle.

The model? I think it was a... Yamaha... something-something number... Now I remember, a Yamaha FZ6! Well anyways enough about that, it took me about a couple of days for this 'trip' of mine, well to be specific about seven days, would have probably taken me two days but I decided to 'look around' by which I meant the director gave me a tour, it's quite rare of me to go to different places so why not take the chance? She wouldn't be too happy about it but maybe the sweets I bought for her should suffice... I hope... Did I just involuntarily gulped? Oh dear...

Who's she? Well, you'll find out or do you know her already? Well, I guess I can let that topic slide; I can't really do anything to you now, can I?

Now where was I? Literally where was I, oh right heading back to L.A from Utah, it'll only take two more hours I suppose, it helps that the view isn't really the same back in my home country. Also since you're here still, can I ask you another question? Would you sacrifice something if it meant to make your life better?... I did no regrets. You probably won't have any either.

Oh I'm finally here, that question must have taken a lot more time than I thought it should have, apologies. I lived in the more 'modest' and suburban part of Los Angeles and is currently heading there, in my time here I found that it was rather pleasant place to live in, not so much in the city with all the protestants... I want to see what all the buzz is about when I heard some rather disturbing things about them. Like the Anti-Fascist and Feminists, why are they still active? The things they're protesting against doesn't even exist anymore, I don't know why.

Every now and then I would see them in the park or in the streets with their face covered up like they're planning to rob a dollar store but I digress. They are starting to irritate me as they do the stupidest of things, what is their objective with all this nonsense? I'm starting to rant again, my sincere apologies. Ah, I finally arrived back home, I drove my motorcycle to the driveway then got off it, moving it to the garage once I opened it up with a remote control I kept in my pocket.

I'm rather nervous actually, do I use the entrance in the garage or the front door? Took me a couple of seconds before I decided to use the front door, the box of sweets at hand ready to negotiate... Um... Is she holding a bloody dinner knife? "You said that you will only be gone for two days." I heard her say as she looked menacing, maybe because she's holding a probable bloody knife, "Honey, I swear, I thought it was only two days as well when the director flipped the script on me."

"Now's not the time for jokes, dearest." she said in a chilly tone. She's Stella, as far as I know she doesn't have a family name. If she's keeping it from me, it's fine really, never been one to call other's by their family names or is it because I just really don't care but I digress. She has long gray hair that is tied into a ponytail, barely reaching her waist, gray eyes that is currently radiating malice towards me.

I involuntarily gulped there, she's about five foot, eight inches and a lean and curvy body shape and finally she's wearing a casual outfit which consisted of a white t-shirt and light gray shorts, a white apron stain with red, draped around her front... Is that stain the same as what's on the knife? If you cannot tell what is currently happening, she is mad, very mad. "Now tell me, did you have fun?" she said as she smiles though I'm fairly certain that's not a pleasant smile.

"I d-didn't really enjoy it, was... Um... Really boring." I said while gulping, she's terrifying when these types of things happen. I can't even think straight, "Are you sure about that?" she continued to probe as I nodded not trusting my words at the moment. She scrutinizes me, looking up and down trying to find anything out of place, her eyes landed on the box that I have on hand, her facade disappeared and was replaced with a curiosity-filled expression, I prefer her any other expressions then that cold fury I just witnessed.

"And what's that?" Stella asked as I tried to calm down a bit, "A g-gift, for you." I think I managed to give a hesitant smile and it didn't go unnoticed by her, "I'm sorry, but I kept trying to call you and you aren't even answering! I was worried sick that something bad might have happened to you!" Stella said as it made me feel very ashamed, evident by me rubbing the back of my head using my free hand, "Don't apologize, I have it coming." I finally recovered as I offer the box to her, "Here, as an apology."

It was rather odd, as we transitioned from hostility to serenity as she took the gift with a pleasant and happy smile, "Thank you, dearest!" she exclaimed as she went over to hug me, still wearing that whatever that stain is on the apron and still holding the same stained knife, "The stains." I coughed as Stella stopped dead in her tracks to process what I said, "What is it anyways?" It's really curious for me, did she stab a jar of jam or something? She looked down on her apron then the dinner knife she was holding.

"Um... It's jam." Nailed it. Wait a minute...

"What were you trying to make with it?" she looks like she might as well win the fidgeting contest with the way she's reacting, "Toast?" she answered in a more questioning tone rather than a statement... Is she kidding? Toast for lunch? She then flinched when I inhaled deeply and silently exhaled, "Is it that stupid loses weight dieting again?" I asked as she continues to squirm on her spot, I sighed as I just walked forward. She kept her eyes on me along the way; once I was close enough I wrapped her in an embrace.

It clearly caught her off-guard as she froze, then answered, "It still has carbohydrates though..." it does but one measly piece of bread isn't gonna cut it for lunch, "I've already told you a lot of times now, stop dieting. It's bad for you specifically being an actress and all." I said and went over to hug her for a couple of seconds and later, she returned the hug albeit more tighter, "You know I love you so much, right?" she asked as she looked into my eyes, "I love you even more so." I returned the sentiment and an added smile, "Really? How about you show it to me instead?" she said with a sultry look, our faces getting even closer until... Did her stomach just growl?

I laughed loudly and heartily as Stella blushed in harassment and infuriation then frowned as she tries to muffle her stomach by holding it, "That's not funny!" she exclaimed as I continued laughing, "Thats... What you get... For dieting!" I managed to say in between laughs, "You jerk!" she said but then noticed something then smirked, "Well, you'll have to deal with a stain for the rest of the day." she said rather smugly, I looked down on my white t-shirt to see it with a pink stain, "Jokes on you, I've been wearing this t-shirt for three days now."

"And I haven't showered today either." I said returning the smugness, this only made her puff her cheeks in annoyance, I then went to a small white board near the back area of the living room, it was divided into two, my side and Stella's side. It has a lot of tally marks, about 24 on her side and mine has 27, just add one more and there! It's now 28 for me, "I'm gonna catch up to you!" she said as she still has her cheeks puffed up, "I'll mark that day on my calendar, honey." I answered as I capped the marker back and placed it back from where I took it.

Then I heard my stomach growl as Stella looked at it, a grin slowly creeping up to her face, "I guess you're hungry as well." she said as I shrugged, "Might as well eat before taking a shower." I said as we both went to the kitchen, "I see you killed the jam." at the comment, I looked at my beloved girlfriend and saw she was rather sheepish, "What are you doing here anyways? It's my turn to cook." she said along with being sheepish, she also had a stern look which looked rather weird on her, it would look better on a friend we know.

"Wait, what day is it already?" I really don't remember, "It's Sunday." she said as her facial expression went back to normal, albeit still stern, "Oh, my bad." with that I went out of the room and into the dining room, not without having one last look at Stella, she looked quite happy, considering I'm hearing her hum a tune that I don't recognize whatsoever. Now before someone even says something about me being sexist, I'll explain myself, we had our times in the kitchen scheduled but she wanted more days to cook so she cooks on Mondays, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday while I take the remaining days. We had to bicker a couple of times before coming up with the desired scheduling so I don't see what's wrong if it was agreed upon.

Our afternoon at home is very much uneventful with the exception of what lovers would do... I'm getting the feeling you're giving me a certain type of look, we were just kissing, cuddling or bickering over the littlest of things. Though there was something to note when she and I had a conversation early in the evening, something about us heading to a party that one of her colleague will host next Friday in the evening. I really don't want to go but I got nothing much else to do aside from my job and I only work eight hours at my own clinic located in the city. So I agreed to it albeit hesitantly, I'm not much of an outgoing party person but I have to go, else I'll have to deal with some spunky bachelor making moves on my woman, I haven't proposed to her yet but still... Mine!

So the days passed by quite quickly, sorta boring here in the clinic, got nothing much to do except for doing paperwork and the occasional patient that needs consultation every five minutes or so. On Friday, the door of my office opened to reveal my secretary, a black-haired, light brown eyes, slightly tanned man, hey that sorta rhymed, "Ah, Michael, how can I help you?" he's a rather... charming fellow, I can't really think of anything on how to describe his personality without coming off as rude, so let it put it this way, he would follow errands I send him to do even the most of minute of details, How do I know this?

Well you can imagine it for yourself on how I did it, but still he's a good man. He's full name if I do remember him well enough is Michael Angelo, yes his family name is Angelo and his given name is Michael. Funny thing, when he first came to the clinic to apply for the job... I'm embarrassed to say this but I waited for him to finish introducing himself until he stopped altogether and looked at me a questioning look... Well what I would consider as his questioning look, considering he's more stoic than I am.

It was rather shocking and now it's a blot in my career and that I can't seem to get it out of my head... Ugh... Anyways, "Sir Donovan, we are running out of our medical supplies." he said once he got in and closed the door, "Already? How did we run out so fast?" I asked but didn't expect him to answer, "We did not run out, we're still inside." he said as it made me almost drop my head on the table, "Funny." I stated with a sarcastic tone, "Thank you sir." did I mentioned he doesn't catch on to sarcasm all that well?

"In all seriousness, why?" I inquired as I really wanna know what's eating up the supplies, "Sir, if you have forgotten, you said to donate them as part of the relief goods for the victims of the tsunami that struck in your home country." he said as my face lowered, seriously? That was months ago, "How much of our supplies did you give?" I'm starting to regret not saying the exact quantity to this secretary of mine, "About three-fourths, sir."

I will proceed to scream in my head now... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAA!

Okay, that was enough... During so I was very much quite as a mouse, inhaling deeply and exhaling it slowly as I clap my hand in front of me, then pointed it at him, "We've lost about 25% of our profits thanks to that, you know what that means, right?" I asked as he nodded, "It'll be cut from my salary." he said without any hint of dismay, or any emotions really, "Good... How many elements do we have in stock?"

"It's full as of now." Good, very good, have to make more of our supplies, "Order some more next Friday, as I'll be at the back room on Monday and Tuesdays to replenish our stock." I said as he nodded, "Understood." he said as he left me alone in my office, frankly, this isn't what I expected from my Friday afternoon, well I have somewhere else to this evening and that would be Stella's colleague's party... I better hope I can make a good impression... I think I just gulped in nervousness.

"So, dearest... Are you ready for the evening?" I heard my beloved girlfriend say as I was contemplating on which fedora hat I should wear... The white, gray, or black one? I wasn't really the type to worry about what to wear for any occasion but we are talking about a party Stella was invited to. So forgive me if I'm very indecisive right now, "What color do you think I should wear?" I asked as I presented the three hats to her. She looked absolutely gorgeous right now, with her attire completely blending to her milky white skin. She wore a gray tube dress that hugged her curves nicely and gray high heels, if I can estimate the height of it, I would say three inches at best and silver jewelries namely a pair of earrings and a necklace... Oh wait forgot to mention her gray hair is tied into a bun which I found rather adorable and beautiful.

"Hm, since we're matching, how about the gray one?" Stella asked as she looked at me from head to toe examining my white undershirt, gray suit, black tie, gray pants, and finally and surprisingly a black leather shoe, "Eh, okay then." I said as I placed the other two hats back where I took them from and placed the gray fedora on my head. I then looked at the stand mirror while adjusting my tie, I thought this things were uncomfortable before but surprisingly it's not, "How do I look?"

I said as I did a little modest pose, a smile crept up Stella's face as she says, "Like a swindler stealing young maidens' hearts." I have to admit, she caught me off-guard with that one as I flinched then felt embarrassed about the poetic compliment. She noticed this and giggled walking up to me slowly and gracefully and once she was close enough gave me a tight embrace, I returned the favor and even lifted her off the ground, she giggled once more as we gave each other a tender kiss.

We broke off seconds later as we looked at each other, I lowered her back to the ground as gently as I could, considering she's wearing high heels and all, "Now, how do 'I' look?" she emphasized 'I' as she did an effortless twirl, stopping at the first rotation, "Like a goddess." I immediately said as I heard her go 'awwe' and giggled, "Well, are we taking the car or the motorcycle?" she asked as she went to her make-up station applying her cosmetics, "Eh, I feel like you'll get smashed so, let's take the car."

"I absolutely will not!" she replied indignantly as she puts down her blush kit and looked at me angrily with puffed up cheeks, I wasn't really fazed by this maybe because she looked adorable like that or, "You haven't proven me wrong yet."

"Hmph!" she looked away from me, chin held a bit higher as she continued to apply more make-up, I think it was the eyeliner, "I'll be in the living room." I said while heading out of the bedroom but before I completely went out I heard her say, "Do not forget to give our munchkins their dinner as well." nodding in acknowledgement as I saw her looking at me using her mirror. I went downstairs and into the living room to be greeted by two one-year old Japanese Spitz', their name is Joey and Poofy.

Where were they a week ago? Well, Stella sent them to our local vet for their monthly check-up before I came back home, I was rather happy with the results as they were both healthy and active. Well back to the topic at hand.

Joey is the male and Poofy is the female. They can be distinguished from each other simply by their poofy tails, Joey's are smaller than that of Poofy's by which is... Well, poofier. They are mine and Stella's munchkins and we love them to bits, total sweethearts which I can bet they got from their late mother, Zoey. Their breed doesn't really get all that big, they're bigger than say pugs but smaller then a year old husky and that's when Japanese Spitz are full grown, so they're easier to take care of compared to the bigger breeds.

They were three of them in the litter and we gave the runt to Stella's little sisters, Chloe and Silk who is lives in Japan currently. Well in truth they really aren't related in blood but they see each other as sisters, it's kinda touching, really. Now back to the munchkins, they are really, really smart and that's putting it mildly, Stella and I haven't potty trained them yet we always see urine and poop in their little toilet bowls. Sometimes they know what we want them to do such as giving their paw, sitting, staying, etc.

Honestly, I'm rather nervous about the party... How can I make a good first impression? I've concentrated all this energy to petting them, which they didn't complain about and if they did, their complaint would be 'pet harder' but I digress. Anyways I filled their bowls with food and water, washing my hands with soap in the kitchen area as I heard Joey and Poofy eating their food. I pulled a silver pocket watch from my pants' pocket to reveal it was a little over 6:15, 15 minutes more and we'll be late.

"Honey, we'll be late for your colleague's party!" I shouted out to her once I was near the stairwell, "Wait five more minutes! I need to look my best alongside my beloved boyfriend!" she shouted back as I sigh, I would honestly think she would be different considering her 'race' but nope, all women are the same one way or another. They like to look their best every single day and I guess that's good and all but Stella's five minutes is exactly 30 minutes, if my conversion is correct. I hope I'm wrong.

Well good news, I am as she was in fact down in the living room with her gray purse hanging on her right shoulder which looked rather frail but don't be fooled, she can flip you on her back if you aren't too careful. I'm speaking from experience; I managed to catch myself before my back kissed the cold concrete floor. It also happened in public so... Tch... Yeah, hehehe... Anyways, where was I? Oh right, "Goodbye Joey and Poofy! Take care of the house while we are gone!"

We were in the car now, a red Tesla Model S, the window to the passenger seat was open allowing Stella and I to wave goodbye to our munchkins who was both sitting on the porch. Once she finished her goodbye, she closed the window and then I began to drive out of the driveway. Well, I guess this it, I inhaled deeply then exhaled as I close my eyes for two seconds. Once I opened it up, a smile began to form on Stella's lips as she noticed a glint she knows all too well and rather enjoyed.

It' Show Time!

Author's Notes:

Hello, there guys/gals. I'm back as I decided to make a Slice-of-Life story and what's the best way to do it? Making a sequel of my most popular work! And so I did and I want to know how you guys/gals think about it? Do you all like this type of writing style or the old one, the 'script' writing style? Let me know to help me decide how to write the next chapter.

Also thank you for those who are still keeping tabs on me, I'm truly grateful. Also I have some news and if you haven't read my most recent profile entry, I was invited to a group formed by artists and writers who are big fans of the Minecraft mod, Mob Talker and wants to revive the fandom. I joined and well problems arise as like there's only eight of us there 'working' so if you would like to help make Mob Talker great again, PM me and I'll invite you to the Discord Server, yes you need Discord.

Anyways I hope you all have a good day/night!