Third day. 11:00 AM. Helena was fast asleep, she first dreamed in weird stuff and for some particular reason also with Phil's pineapple using a war tank and shooting at the guys, after a huge explosion in a so incongruent city as its folkers her mind went black... suddenly the image of the blond man sitting came up to her mind, when he turned around, slowly to look at her...

Ding, dong!

The doorbell took her out of the dreamland, heavily she had to stand up, stretched his limbs and went to the door still half-asleep to see who was coming, when she opened, she saw Chris stading there with a smile of a toddler, that made her do the same...

—Hello Chris... —she said with a wide smile

—Hello Helena, did I wake you up? —he asked

—No, why?

—It's eleven o'clock and you seem like you just woke up.

She got a bit red with the said, clearing her throat a bit and allowed him to get in; he still had that smile of a little child upon his face. She quickly ran upstairs to wash her face, brush her teeth and hair, change her clothes and make her bed, returning more presentable. She reached the livinf room and sat on the sofa next to him.

—Alright... this is better, and how are you? —she asked

—Fine, I have the day free; you know the reason, wanting to have a nice chat for a while.

A smile was enough to afirm that she wanted the same, for a while they were talking about life stuff, ending up again talking about themselves and food. At some point the blond man throws a pillow to her face, she does the same, ending in a pilow fight until she ended upon him, tired; her belly upon him as her head rested upin his chest, both of them giggling slightly looking to each other, his eyes seemed to glint with happiness...

Ding, dong!

—Mom! I'm Alice! I'm here!

White, more white than paper itself was how her brunette skin turned, she completely forgot that her daughter, the most dedicated het crazy fan of the band was visiting her that day... and in that exact moment Christopher A.J. Martin was there in her house... and to top it: he was upon him.

—Give me a moment Al! I'm just a bit bussy with some things!

She quickly stood up, Chris did the same looking to the door, to the other moment before he could say anything, the red-haired woman couldn't do anything else but cover his mouth and take him upstairs to her room while closed the door, there she released him.

—Why did you do that? —he asked caressing his face

—Don't speak so loud! —she exclaimed —Jesus... believe me, her audition is ridiculously sensible in random moments... —she sighs —Listen, if she sees you here she'll stalk us for the rest of our lives, her father that still feels something for me but I don't will come behaving like my father, and besides, if she screams you're gonna end deaf and it's worse in your case because of your tinnitus... I'm just trying to save your arse... —she smiled a bit —in return of the favor you've done to me last night...

He looked at her for several seconds directly to her eyes, then he nods; she asked him to not make loud noises or something similar as Alicia would believe that he was an intruder or something similar. She got out of there and went to the front door, opening it she saw a tall young woman of 19 years, around Chris' height but a bit shorter, around Will's height; black long straight hair, slim, apparent perfect physical state, white skin like snow af she never gets out of her room, brown eyes, black t-shirt with a white "V" painted on the right side, black leather vest, short blue jeans with a beige beacon behind her back and a pair boot-like sandals; at the left side behind her neck on her shoulder could be seen a black coma-like tatoo; a pair of necklaces, one had the "A" letter, and the other wasna guitar that had upon the size of the box a snowflake and the handle of the strings a play sign... did I mention a curious brown monkey tail hanging from the base of her back?

—Hey mom —Alicia said with a wide smile —, how are you?

—Hi Al... it's been a while... I'm fine, you?

—Pretty fine, bussy as hell as always but fine. What were you doing?

Upstairs, the British blond man was sitting on Helena's bed, bored, legs crosses, bored gaze, and hungry. He fell backwards upon the soft and bouncy surface of the bed and started to play whatever he had downloaded in his iPhone, like Candy Crush Saga, Turbo Dismount, that infamous game that everybody knew as Flappy Bird or something similar. Suddenly a wild smell appears, something that the whole universe knows as "food"...

—Helena's cooking something... —he thought —it wouldn't hurt spy a bit... right?

He looked to his sides as if somebody was spying him, he stood up, of lace he got out to the ground level, when he reached the entrance of the living room, that was a hallway that divided the living room with the stairs, the smell of food became stronger, making his stomach growl louder because of the hunger... silently he looked to his sides to see if there weren't moors around; as if he was in a blooper scene of Mission: Impossible he disposed to keep going to the kitchen, standing at the side of the door, sticking his back against the wall and very carefully he disposed to spy. The young woman was sitting giving her back to the door upon an allowance, talking happily with the woman that was cooking something to the bolognese...

—So... you are the famous Alicia, eh? —he thought smiling, his eyes suddenly went to the curious monkey tail she had —Wait a second... that tail... is she a--?

His thoughts were interrupted with a question that the young woman made to her mother...

—Is true that the so-called Chris Martin lives around here?

—I don't know —the woman the woman asked quietly —, I personally never saw him around this place, so I can't assure it to you.

—Ahg, darn it... if you knew him I would ask you for a photo with him... —Chris smiled because he would really do it

—You would leave him deaf with your screams.

Both started to argue about the topic; something that dragged the attention of the blond man was the naturality with what she told her that they didn't know each other, as if everything that happened in these last two days weren't nothing but an illusion or a dream... again his thoughts were interrupted.

—Mom, well, you see that you were already living here for around a month and I wanted to know if you don't have someone in mind...

He looked to Helena, straight to her neck, waiting for her answer; when he realized that she tensed the answer was clear, even noticing a strong blush upon her face, to decrease to a smooth blush due a sigh...

—I think I do...

His eyes got wide open... why did he feel like burning inside? What was that feeling that was attacking his body? He shakes his head holding the holy desire of throwing everything to the trash can, enter and ask who was the "lucky one", so again he sticks his back against the wall...

—Really? Can I meet him? —Alicia asked

—No. —she harshly answered

—Pleaaaaaaaase! —she pleaded —I don't want in any kind of circunstance to repeat what happened with Wilson!

While both oarts were arguing, he was just thinking behind the wall, slowly letting himself fall until he reached the floor... he couldn't understand... his own feelings were just confusing to be sure about what he was feeling... she was in love? Of who? How? When? Where? Why? Wasn't he the first person she have met after she moved to the city? Did she lie to him? Why? And who the heck was Wilson? Thousands of questions were spinning around his head, causing a real headache.

—Calm yourseld down Martin —he said to himself in his mind —. Surely there has to be an explanation for this... what if she was pretending...? No, her expression said everything. What if...?

—Why are you cooking for three? —he heard Alicia ask —Are you waiting for your crush or something?

A red tone was upon Chris' face, who appart of not being sure if he was angry or jealous, was holding the holy desire of screaming to the sky.

—In fact, it's my dinner, I've got skme things to do this afternoon and I don't know how long it's going to take.

—She has plans and she didn't even tell me?! —he thought furiously as he was bitting his shirt —She must be going to see that dude that doesn't even deserves her! Wait a second... why am I even worrying about her loving life? aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!

Suddenly he heard steps to his direction, Alicia got out from there and looked everywhere before getting back to the kitchen. If we move the camera somewhere else in the living room, we can see him upside down on the floor hiding behind the large couch, he sighs deeply and goes back upstairs; now we can see Chris moving his feet nervously, with a nervous tic in his eye, he lays down upside down upon the bed, took a apir of pillows, one of these on his face, the other upon his head, pressing tightly the pillow upon his head a muffled scream could've been heard, thrashing the air with his legs angrily.

An hour later of being eavedropping in conversation of women that he shouldn't care about in the absolute and avoid Helena's daughter, the food was  finally served, and the blue-eyed man was very hungry. The food was bolognese spaghetti, the worst part was that from the hallway of the stairs he could hear the sound of the dishes clashing against the porcelain plates... and yes, he was looking from the distance.

—I missed your food so much! —Alicia said with a smile and the empty plate

—And I missed you saying "I love your food" —Helena answered also with the empty plate

—The feeling is mutual... —the blond man thought

Helena giggled slightly, now that she looked to her hand, she could see what looked like an engagement ring around the ring finger of her daughter.

—Is that an engagement ring...? —the woman asked

The young woman blushed, nervously smiles...

—Y-yes...

The British blond blue-eyed blond man of the baritone opened his eyes widely surprised, there was something about he was sure about Helena's feelings... maybe she was happy in the outside for her daughter, but he could feel pain and devastation in her inside no matter how happy she was... he looked at both women and saw that both of them hugging each other, but also noticed the sad gaze of her... his gaze and hers crossed, she had her eyes crystalized with a mix of happiness and sorrow... the moment seemed to have gotten frozen, but inly lasted a few seconds before the pair of women broke the hug...

—I'm so happy for you Alicia... —her voice was cracked —When...?

—A week... I didn't say anything when I called because I wanted to be a surprise... and the wedding is in three weeks...

Helena smiles with tenderness, from her pocket she takes out an invitation to pass it with a serene and happy smile, she takes it and opened it, she had a place for someone else just in case she wanted to take Chris with her —something that wouldn't happen—. Alicia went to the window to open it, inhaling the smooth smell of the ocean, again she gets near her mother... suddenly she smells the air, she looks at her confused... she looks everywhere, then to the kitchen, then to the hallway of the stairs... she takes a pair of combat gloves and wears then on slowly...

—There's somebody else in this place... —the young woman thought —Give me a moment. —she said out loud

The blond man saw that she was coming to his direction, when she reached there, there was nothing; from her point of view she could see a trace of blue smoke going upstairs representing Chris' smell going to Helena's room. The red-haired woman was behind her daughter, she got white when she realized that she was following the smell of the British singer, but at least she managed to calm down before she realized something. Alice kept following the smell until she reached the room of her mother, the trail runned a good part of the whole room including the bed, but it was just cutted off, besides, there was no one in the room.

—But... —Alicia said —I'm sure that I felt the smell of someone... and for some reason, it's a familiar one... in fact, Calvin Klein fragance... Flint uses that always and I love it... —she clears he throat —Was somebody here before I arrived?

—Yes, it was the electrician. I had a little problem with a light in the bathroom, but everything's alright already. —she lied

—Alright...

Alicia's cellphone started to ring, she picks up, first she says that it was a wrong number, grunts, kicks the floor, sighs resigned, gets desperated, replies furiously and finally hungs up to kick the floor angrily again.

—Your dad wants...

—A damn reunion again... darn it... I was going to help you with the dishes to help you with whatever you needed later but... alright... we'll keep in touch...

—I'll take to the door then...

—It's not necessary...

Before she could give an answer, she heard the front door being slammed, later something flying away apparently breaking the barrier of the sound, what she had in front of her was nothing but the remaining image that vanished of her daughter seconds later, on the floor was a small note that only said a few words: "I love you so much...". Now she was alone in the room, with her daughter somehow laughing at her face that she was way better in love than she and she didn't need her anymore. She closed the door of her room, tears started to stream down her face, slowly breaking down while the tears were falling down freely... she was happy, of course, but still it really hurted to have being absent of her life for so long...

She steps back and sits down on her bed, starting to cry with the memories that passed of her daughter, when they were only them against the world... what happened with these days? It was as if she was seeing her as a child of eight years again, with a smile with a pair of missing teeth for the age, and suddenly she blinks, she sees her smiling but as a 18-years-old teenager, with bruises and seriously wounded, but still standing up and smiling... suddenly at her side a hand appeared holding a tissue, she turned around and saw Chris looking at her with these blue eyes, that seemed to understand perfectly the situation... Helena took it, cleaning her face and later her nose, she sat at her side and hugged her, she returned the hug starting to cry... the tears were wetting his shirt, but he didn't mind it, he only wanted to fix her...

—Lights wi guide you home... and ignite your bones... and I will try... ti fix you... —Chris sang

She finally calmed down, the face of the red-haired woman was red because the sobbing.

—Thank you Chris... —she said with her voice cracked

—No worries... —he said with a smile, slightly kissing her head

Both of them got separated, she went to the bathroom; her body and hands were shaking, five minutes later she managed to relax completely, then she got out but didn't see him anymore, going downstairs slowly as she wasn't totally fine yet, once she got into the living room he saw him eating the extra portion of food that she prepared, the funniest part was see him walking in circles with the plate in hands making the brunette woman laugh a bit, when he realized that he was being observed by a better-mooded Helena, he looked with a face of a toddler discovered making a prank, the other funny thing was see him with a pair of noodles hanging from his lips and his cheeks inflated like Phil's cheeks with food. He sucked the pair of noodles and swallowed.

—Sorry but I'm really hungry...

She simply giggled more, something that showed that she didn't care, was the now loud laugh that she was letting out in that moment. Once he was done eating, he helped her to wash and dry the dishes, to end up both of them lying down in different couches, she was on a bed-couch, and he was on the largest, both of them looking to the ceiling. The clock marked one-and-something PM.

—So... you're daughter is getting married... —Chris said —and you are happy but sad because out of suddenly your daughter is ready to make her family... I don't blame you for what you feel, in fact I think I would be like that when Apple and Moses gets married...

—Oh... —she just mumbled —Where did you hide?

—Your closet near your brassiers —she looked at him with a puzzled gaze, almost saying "pervy fucking idiot", he just smiled like a mischievous toddler —. I'm kidding, I hid in your closet. I'm surprised you didn't realize that I'm using your perfume right now. When I saw that what you said about the smell of yiur daughter, I went to tour closet and spreaded the perfume all over my body.

It was true, he smelled like women's perfume.

—How were you so sure that it would work?

—Everyone knows that preys uses to hide their odors with other things to avoid being captured. —Chris answered

Again he smiled like a toddler that had a great idea, in fact he even showed his denture, the answer for some reason made the red-haired woman smile.

—Laney, can I make you a question?

—"Laney"? Why do you call me like that? —she asked

—I... just like it, but can I make you a question?

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Chris POV

—Alright... —she replied

—Ok I just wanted to know if... —an intense red appeared on my face, I wasn't sure if I should do it, but as I asked there wasn't a change to retract —Well... if you like someone...

I asked that? Did I really ask that? What am I thinking about? Why am I so interested in that side of her life?! She and I just met like three days ago, we're just friends, I shouldn't take this too serious... I think.

—No... I don't like anyone... —she answered

She told to her own daughter's face that she liked someone and doesn't wants to tell it to me? What are you hiding from me? Wait a second... I'm telling to myself that I don't give a flying fuck about that but I'm asking to her if it's yes or if not... I think I'll end up driving myself nuts...

—Oh... sorry for asking... I was just thinking that if your daughter is happy with someone, you should be too with someone that really loves you... —I told her with all sincerity

—I'm not lucky with that stuff... —she said looking down —Alicia's father left me alone after we had sex and reappeared years later in my life after she risked her life... and the last person that was with me was a drag in more than one sense that stood a long time in my former house, it wasn't until Alicia's affair that I decided kick him out... then after I saw how she stopped needed me... I moved here... besides I don't know anyone else appart of you and the others...

I didn't answer, I was just looking to the ceiling with a headache making my head drum... I just felt bad for her too... it kinda felt... familiar?

—Plans for the afternoon? —I asked

—In fact, no but I lied to Alicia saying that I had...

Again I didn't reply, staying with some of doubts, I kinda felt that she was really hiding something from me...

—I have to go... I just reminded that I have some errands of Gwyneth —I said, I lied —. Whatever you need, no matter how tiny or dumb it is, and if you want to talk I'm always be there for you...

She stands up like me, she smiles and accompanies me to the door, I put a fake smile, when she closed the door the smile faded and went to my house looking down trying to sort out things around my head... about everything, including the three last days of my life... I felt confused, very confused, my feelings were a disastrous blender. I hate it. I don't understand why I'm so interested in her loving life...

I feel like I'm going to drive myself insane with this situation... I admit a lot of things in this three days, a lot of things... it also hurted that I acted like an asshole with her last day, mostly because the remaining things between her andher daughter... the best I could do was going to my room and hit my head against a wall over and over again trying to get the stuff out of my head, but as it didn't work, the best I could do now was just sit on the ledge of the picture window... did you know that my window had its view to the ocean and Helena's house? Yes, that's how it is... the wind of the ocean was making me calm down a bit more, something I really neaded, eh...

And you know what...?

Whatever I was feeling...

I admit that I'm liking it...

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A/N: I AM STILL ALIVE LMAO