Charlena II - Marco Black

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I was exhausted, that's all I could say to excuse my grumpy humor to my wife.

She, like the saint she is, understood immediately. But that doesn't mean she approved it or even allowed it inside the house. While she put our kids to sleep, I tried to calm my mind and relax. It had been a complicated day and it was the first of many.

I like to call it 'the admission week'.

"Marco, you should not let your bosses get to you..." Lorelei advised me, when she came back. I sighed and nodded. Of course she was absolutely right! I knew it as well, but it was hard not to get angry when the same people you respect like to get under your skin and not respect you because you came from a 'scholarship'.

"You know I think you're absolutely right, love... But I can't help it sometimes..."

"I understand, but... I think you need a different way to unload your anger..." she suggested, thinking. I looked at her, wishing I could know what is going on inside that mind of hers "You know? I overheard Mrs. Beckendorf a few days ago that she'd need help in her shop... Her son is planning in going to college next semester..."

"That's not a bad idea..." I admitted. Mrs. Beckendorf owned a little mechanical store (not about car, but about pretty much anything electronic or... anything creative, really) and she handled it on her own, along with his teen son. It wouldn't give me money, since I'm sure she doesn't pay her own son and my job is substantial enough, but it would give me a way to drive my mind away and be useful to someone else "You know what? I'm gonna go before work tomorrow and ask her if she needs an extra hand!"

"That's more likely to the man I married" she smiled at me, before giving me a kiss. I returned it, gladly.

~oOo~

The next morning, I got up early and went to Mrs. Beckendorf's shop. It was a small shop, not far away from my own home, which made it even more better for me. What caught my eye was that was already open at 6:30am! Praising my good luck, I opened the door and some chime bells announced my entrance.

I was greeted by a teen, that I assumed it was Mrs. Beckendorf's son. He was tall and built, his arms developed by the working hours, I assume. His dark skin was glittering in sweat and he was wearing a leather apron on top of his clothes, which means he was working before going to school. Which also explains why the shop is open this early. His black hair was cut short and his brown eyes were looking at me, calm and serene.

"Good morning" Wow, even his voice was deep and soothing... "Can I help you?"

"Good morning, you must be Mrs. Beckendorf's son, right?" I asked, trying not to look like an idiot. The guy nodded and cleaned his hand before pulling it out to shake "Marco Black" I introduced myself, shaking his hand.

"Charles Beckendorf, though everyone calls me Beckendorf..." he chuckled, shaking it back.

"Everyone, but me and your mother, Charlie" A feminine voice came from the back of the shop, before revealing a girl that, if I wasn't married and years younger, I could had pursuit. She was tall and slim. Her skin was flawless and looked like porcelain. Her dark hair was framing her face perfectly and her real feature were her ever-changing eyes, that were looking at us with mischief.

"Alright, everyone but you and my mom, Silena" Beckendorf/Charlie submitted, a small smile appearing on his lips. The girl, Silena, walked towards him and hugged him from behind, while looking at me "What can I do for you, Mr. Black?"

"Well, you see..." I had to sigh because I never imagine to have this conversation with a teen "I'm having some, uh... stress problems at work and my wife doesn't tolerate my bad humor-"

"No woman does, sir" Silena interrupted me, with a smile. I smiled along and nodded.

"Anyway, she told me that you were planning on going to college after the summer and I was wondering if I could help around a few hours a day... To be helpful and unload my anger with work..." I explained, trying to sound excited "You know, moving boxes and stuff like that..."

"That would be help that we probably need, sir..." Beckendorf/Charlie (I still don't know how to call this kid!) assured me, smiling "Besides, when summer starts, it'd be good to have someone helping my mother when I'm gone..." I frowned at him, not understanding.

"We work in a summer camp as Head Councilors..." Ot was Silena's turn to explain things "It's more of a vocation than a work for us..."

"Let me tell you something, sir... Why don't you come back later? In the meantime, I'll discuss it with my mom and we'll give you and answer..." Beckendorf/Charlie (still struggling) proposed. I nodded and left the shop, heading straight to work.

I really hope that I can be helpful to those people...

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Hello! First, I wanna apologize by the lateness (is not that late, but is late for my usual posting). Second, I wanna apologize for the shortness. Both apologizes have the same excuse: I got ill during the weekend and I had no energy or will to write this chapter. I've been thinking about this chapter for a while and I wanted to make it longer, but I just don't have the strength yet... I apologize if it's terrible and I'll probably make it better during the week...

So... To the announcements!

A New Order of Chaos: thank you all for the comments, I really appreciate them!

What A Beautiful Thing Hope Is: guys! I posted the first chapter 2 weeks ago! Go read it, please!!

How This Happened?!: thanks to the comments and readers... I know there are not many, but every single one means a lot to me...

OK, to end, I have something to say... NEXT Saturday I'd be traveling with my family for holidays! It's going to be for 3 weeks, more or less and I have no idea if I'd be able to get wifi or not. So I want you guys to answer this for me (if you're guests in Wattpad, go to my FanFiction profile and vote on the poll or leave a comment as 'Guest' in this chapter):

A- I post everything before I leave? (02/26)

B- I post when I get wifi?

C- I post when I come back? (Around 03/15)

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