I'll Be The One

Chapter 2:

=Hunter's POV=
[Wednesday, 8/29/2018-11:00 am]
[Archipelago; Arc Isle]
[Dreki Apartments; A1]

"Dad…Dad!" I called with the phone to his ear. "Dad! I'll call you later, okay? I gotta start moving stuff in," a pause. "Yes, I'll let you come by and see everything as soon as I'm settled in. Go on; I'm okay. Harry, Andrew, and Cody are close by, and everything is fine," I smiled. "I love you too, Dad," I said. "Bye," I pulled the phone down and ended the call. I shook my head a little at my father's worrying, but I understood it too. "Alright, time to message or call Flynn to open the door for me…" he browsed his contacts and found Flynn's information. Tapping the text box; I began pressing the letters to make a message.

11:02 am
Flynn, it's Hunter. Can you let me in?

I sent the message off and waiting on the steps, glancing back to see my bodyguards in position, but watching me like a hawk. I sighed, knowing it was their job to protect me and on my father's orders to do so. I did get it; I could be used as leverage against my father because he'd do anything for me. I just hoped things would be better for my last year of college than they were for the first three years in my old school.

I previously warned my bodyguards that they could be on the grounds and in the halls, but not to be creepy about it and try to stay hidden. I knew things would come out eventually, but for now, I wanted to make it last as long as possible that I was your average fourth-year college student. I felt my phone vibrate in my hand as I glanced down to see a response from Flynn on the screen of my iPhone X.

Flynn I's Cell, 11:05 am
Coming now, sorry. Was cleaning up a bit and didn't have my phone next to me.

Right after I read the message, I saw Flynn open the main door with a smile. "Hey, Hunter,"

"Hi, Flynn," I smiled a little.

"You by yourself to move in?" Flynn wondered.

"Yeah, no big deal, though," I shrugged.

"I can help if you want?" Flynn offered.

"Thanks; that would be awesome," I replied, not wanting to reject the help. Flynn nodded as I led him to where the SUV was parked out front along the sidewalk.

I knew my bodyguards would have stepped in to assist, but that would defeat the purpose of hiding who I was. My father was the president of the United Islands of the Archipelago, but I did not appear in photos with him out in the open as myself; I would wear a full suit, keep my hair combed better, and wear sunglasses. When I was younger; I didn't care if I was in pictures with him, but that's because I looked a lot different back then.

"Alright, tell me what I'm grabbing?" Flynn asked.

"I figure we can start with the easy stuff first, bed, dresser, side tables, and desk first. Everything else is blankets, boxes, and electronics," I informed.

"Biggest first?" Flynn inquired as I nodded to him. Opening the back of the SUV; Flynn grabbed the two, outer pieces of the metal frame and I got the metal parts that laid across to hold the box spring and mattress. We headed inside and set the sections against the wall. Next, we moved on to getting the box spring, and mattress both inside the apartment. Following the bed being inside, we carried the dresser, and then the three-piece desk. Around the time we finished bringing in the two bedside tables; it was just past noon.

[12:15 pm]

"I think we're making good time," Flynn laughed a little as we were sitting inside and taking a small break with water and sandwiches for lunch.

"Definitely," I nodded in agreement. I probably never would have gotten this much done in this amount of time without Flynn's help, so I was grateful to him. I wasn't sure if we were friends, but who knew? We were roommates, so I assumed friendship was in the cards after some time passed. I think a lot of what helped in the moving process is that I had everything packed in an organized fashion.

My dad offered to pay workers to help me, but I expressed wanting to do it myself after my first college experience of living in a single dorm room, and movers were doing everything. Unfortunately; this is what caught me so much attention aside from the eight bodyguards. I brought it up with my dad after my second year, and he's taken it down to four for my third year, and now, only three; Harry Anderson, Cody Kongur, and Andrew Kongur. I have my suspicions that there were probably more watching from a farther distance, but as long as they weren't drawing attention to me; I was alright. At my old school; no one was allowed to get within an arm's distance of me.

"Next is all the smaller stuff, right?" Flynn wondered.

"Yeah," I replied. "A lot of that is boxes, and suitcases,"

"Sweet," Flynn smiled. "So, where are you from?"

"Berk," I said.

"Oh, nice. Me too!" Flynn beamed. "Most of my friends are from there. My girlfriend is from Berserker, and Madison is from Wingmaiden,"

"Cool. How long you been with your girl, uh, Harper, right?" I asked, recalling the name from when I met Flynn and his friends on Monday.

"Yeah, you got it. We've known each other since we were eighteen, but didn't get together until college; the second year," Flynn said. "It's funny that I don't recognize you and you're from Berk. Where in Berk?" he asked.

"Uh, Raven Point, and I went to Berkian Prep for from preschool to eighth grade," I stated. Yes,

I went to a private school up until high school, and then when dad became president; we moved to the mainland where I finished high school and started my first three years of college. My mom passed away in April 2018. Dad and I have leaned on one another thus far. It was still hard, but we were handling the loss with time and each other. Mom and Dad met when dad was twenty-six, and my mom, sixteen. My parents were ten years apart in age, but they loved one another with everything they had. Mom and Dad dated for two years and married when my mom turned eighteen. I was born two years following that, on February 29, 1996, two months early. I was due for April 1996, but that didn't happen.

My dad was thirty at the time, my mom, twenty. Dad became the mayor at thirty, and he held that title until my eighth-grade year when he became president of the United Islands of the Archipelago. Dad was elected for a second term in my senior year of high school, and now; he's running again for the third time. November 6, 2018, will be the election, and I have no doubts that he'll win because my dad is an awesome president; he puts the people first, just as he did when he was the mayor. There were always some nay-sayers who wanted to make remarks, but I ignored them.

"Ah, explains a lot then," Flynn nodded, smiling. "Shall we get back to it?"

"Sounds good," I replied while getting up. Flynn grabbed the keycard, and we headed outside to continue unpacking the SUV. We started with the boxes, which there were not that many of. I had my bed stuff in one of them, and in others was bathroom items; toothbrush, toothpaste, razor, shaving cream, hairbrush, comb, body wash, shampoo, deodorant, etc. I also had a box of towels and washcloths; then shower curtains and bathmats. I had my desktop computer things between two boxes, and my laptop was packed in the laptop bag. By the time all this finished; it was about 1:45 pm.

[1:45 pm]
[Hunter's Room]

When everything was unpacked from the SUV, the driver, another part of the security team for me, went and parked the car somewhere close by. It was another measure to keep me safe in the situation that I needed to be taken away from a dangerous place quickly; the car was always less than a minute away. Every one of bodyguards had radios to communicate with one another, and they had guns. There were at least five safe locations I'd get taken to in the event of an emergency. However, that hardly ever happened, but I suppose there was some comfort in knowing I was always protected.

"Not bad for three hours of work," Flynn remarked with a smile. I had to admit that things might have taken longer if I was doing it by myself, so I owed Flynn for helping me out.

"Thanks again for giving me a hand, Flynn," I told him.

"Hey, no problem," Flynn nodded. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"No, I think I have it from here; I'm particular about my stuff," I smiled at him.

"Alright. Well, give a holler if you need anything," Flynn said before exiting my room and closing the door out of respect. I took a deep breath before getting started. I wanted to get as much done as possible that way I could relax before my final year of college began on Monday the 3rd of September. I guess I'll start with the bed. I thought. I got to work on assembling the metal frame in the place where I wanted the bed. My room had one slanted wall; the other side of it was the living room, so I put my long dresser with seven drawers in it there.

My bed was in the middle of the room, against the wall across from my dresser, between the window wall and the bathroom. My desk was a corner one, so I put that in the corner with the window and wall that the head of my bed was against. Finally, I placed my nightstand on the left side of the bed. With the room arranged, I could focus on putting things away. The first was making the bed because it was easy; then I moved on to the desk things. It wasn't hard, but took a bit to set up the computer, printer, and put away the books, writing utensils, and notebooks. I set my laptop on the desk but didn't bother with much else regarding it.

I got one of my phone chargers plugged in and rested it on the nightstand to the left of my bed. I got my TV plugged in and put it on the top of the dresser before getting to work on putting away all my clothes. I hung the good suits in the closet, along with ties, bows, good shirts, and set the dress shoes along the floor. My normal clothes were set in the dresser drawers, and sneakers lined up next to the dresser and near the door that way I could grab them last along with my backpack on the way out the door to school.

The next thing I tackled was putting away all the bathroom items, but it didn't take me more than ten minutes. The last thing I did was putting out pictures and other small items to help decorate more; this included hanging curtains up. I wiped my brow, stepping back near the door to admire everything.

"There…I think it's done…" I smiled, approving of the layout. And if I started needing a change of pace; I could rearrange later on, but this worked right now. I flipped off the light and exited the room, closing the door behind me.

"Hi, Hunter. Taking a break?" Flynn chuckled as I glanced at the time, realizing it was already 3:00 pm.

Did it take me an hour to do all that? I asked myself, but then shrugged. "Uh, no…I've finished already," I told him.

"Already?" Flynn blinked.

"I work fast," I shrugged.

"I can see that. Nice," Flynn said. "I've got my friends coming over tonight if that's cool?"

"Yeah, no problem. I, uh, got a few things to do tonight anyway so that I won't be here. Um…What time do you normally go to bed?" I asked.

"11-12?" Flynn replied. "Why?"

"Well, I won't be getting back until 12 am, maybe 1?…I wanted to know for getting buzzed in, but don't worry about it; I'll stay at my dad's," I informed.

"Why don't you take my keycard; I'm not going anywhere for the rest of the night, so it's okay. Just leave it on the center island, and I'll grab it tomorrow morning," Flynn grabbed it out of his wallet and handed it to me.

"You sure?" I wondered.

"Absolutely," Flynn beamed.

"Alright, awesome. Thanks. After Friday we won't have to worry," I laughed a little. The truth was; I needed to get to work for 4:30 pm to 12:30 am shift. Yes, despite my father being the president; I worked a real job and made a paycheck each week. I worked at McViking, a fast food place; I'm a general manager, and I've been working at this restaurant since I was fourteen years old. I started as a crew member, and have worked my way up to the position I'm in now.

My work and school schedules were going to keep me busy on top of the special events that were part of being a member of the first family; banquets, parties, etc. I'm a very busy twenty-one-year-old. I typically work six days a week, ranging between days or nights, sometimes the mid-shift for a few hours if I'm available to do so. The general manager is supposed to be available a lot, but I've made it work for college. I've got a good crew, day and night, with capable shift supervisors and assistant managers to handle things while I finish my last year of school.

I slid the card away in my wallet, then put the object into my back pocket again. I knew I could tell Flynn I was working, but I guess I didn't feel right now we were at a stage in knowing one another to begin divulging information about one another. At the moment; we were legit, just roommates who would get along well.

"When are your friends coming?" I wondered.

"They'll probably be here between 3:30 and 4:00 pm," Flynn responded.

"Cool," I replied. "Alright, I'm gonna grab a shower and get ready for my night," I headed back towards my room after Flynn nodded, acknowledging what I said. Getting into my room; I grabbed my clothes to change into; then went into the bathroom for a hot shower before I had to leave for work.

. . .

=Normal POV=
[4:15 pm]

Hunter came out wearing black sneakers and pants; there was a tucked in olive-green shirt, and brown belt with silver buckle around his waist. Hunter found Flynn on the couch reading a book; the young man looked up and smiled.

"My friends should be here any second," Flynn informed.

"Nice. I'm probably gonna grab a water bottle and head out," Hunter mentioned.

"Aw, you can't stay for a bit? You'll like my friends; I promise," Flynn smiled.

"I'm sure I will, but I've got other things to do night," Hunter replied.

"No problem. Maybe this weekend? We're throwing an end of summer bash in the apartment," Flynn stated.

"We'll see," Hunter said. A second later; there was a doorbell sound heard as Flynn marked the place in the book; then rose to his feet to check the screen by the door. Flynn saw his friends as he pressed the button to buzz them into the building. Hunter went to the fridge and got a water bottle as Flynn opened the door to greet his girlfriend and friends.

"Hey, babe," Harper kissed Flynn on the lips as Hunter relaxed a little; taking a sip of his water.

"Hi, babe," Flynn hugged her.

"Awesome, your roommate is here!" TJ smiled.

"Yeah, but he's about to head out," Flynn stated. "You remember everyone, right, Hunter?"

"I do. Madison or Maddie, Avery, Harper, uh, Roxanne, prefers Roxy, TJ, and Seth," Hunter named off, pointing to each person.

"You coming to hang later?" Seth inquired. "We need another male in the group," he laughed.

"Heh, maybe some other time. Sorry. Things to do, people to see, places to be," Hunter shrugged. "Have fun," he grabbed his drawstring backpack off the center island of the kitchen; then tossed it over his shoulder before exiting the apartment.

Hunter sighed as he headed down the hall; instantly knowing when his three main guards were with him. Getting outside, Andrew opened the door as Hiccup slid into the back seat and tried to relax after putting on his seatbelt. "Where to, sir?"

"McViking, please, Kris," Hunter said once Harry and Cody were in the way back seats of the SUV. Andrew was up front beside the driver, Kris Moller. Kris put the car in drive and they were headed to McViking. Hunter wanted to sleep; he was tired and the sad part was that he hadn't even started school yet.