Plus is it just me or do I not like the new look of Blogspot/ Blogger personally?
However, I decided to keep this blog anyway because I do enjoy writing a lot of University of Hawaii Fan Fictions on my own writing.
In this chapter; a lot of *Paula's (*Narrator-me) past will be spoken a lot in this chapter as well as unexpected dreams.
P.S Paula's dad face claim is Liam Neeson because I do choose him as the father in the story. (*Plus I know he may be an Irish actor however in the story--he is a British in my own Fan Fiction.)
Past chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4-Part 1
Chapter 4-Part 2
Disclaimer: This is only work of fiction therefore there is no need to take it seriously as if this happens in real life.
Chaz's P.O.V
The next day, I am still fast asleep because last night: I felt sleepy from the trip of a long flight from Honolulu to San Diego, then another long drive from the airport to home then I kept sleeping until I heard a commotion.
I don’t know is it because my family are going to church today or is it because my older sister is playing her favorite song on a radio station however it sounds as if my dad is talking with my mom about something. Maybe is it because of what had happened between me and Cambria or is it because of the pandemic; they have to only go out for the essential stuff?
Maybe it had something to do with the pandemic ever since more and more cases had been increasing more so than ever.
Anyway; I decided to get up and go downstairs to see what is going on; as my dad is making coffee for him and my mom Melinda; while my little sister is really busy coloring her own coloring books with the color pencils and crayons are placed on the table while Cambria; my older sister is on the phone--calling someone.
Past chapters:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4-Part 1
Chapter 4-Part 2
Disclaimer: This is only work of fiction therefore there is no need to take it seriously as if this happens in real life.
Chaz's P.O.V
The next day, I am still fast asleep because last night: I felt sleepy from the trip of a long flight from Honolulu to San Diego, then another long drive from the airport to home then I kept sleeping until I heard a commotion.
I don’t know is it because my family are going to church today or is it because my older sister is playing her favorite song on a radio station however it sounds as if my dad is talking with my mom about something. Maybe is it because of what had happened between me and Cambria or is it because of the pandemic; they have to only go out for the essential stuff?
Maybe it had something to do with the pandemic ever since more and more cases had been increasing more so than ever.
Anyway; I decided to get up and go downstairs to see what is going on; as my dad is making coffee for him and my mom Melinda; while my little sister is really busy coloring her own coloring books with the color pencils and crayons are placed on the table while Cambria; my older sister is on the phone--calling someone.
My headache is already recovered from the sleep I have did yesterday ever since I felt sleepy from yesterday.
"Morning, everybody." I called to everybody while I go into the kitchen; needing a cup of hot coffee.
"Morning Chaz." Calls my little sister Alaia happily while she continued her coloring; it reminds me of how I need to talk to Paula about how we can go back to Hawaii while practicing the self quarantine for 14 days in addition to how we can go back to surfing together when we are back in Hawaii plus we can learn to workout together while keeping our distance by standing either six feet apart or one to two meter away from each other as we wear a mask on our face properly at our own apartment however I am not planning on it now because I am really busy with so many things plus so did she.
I need to get a job while she is doing the same as well.
Anyway; after I get my hot cup of coffee and a couple of crackers with sea salt on a saucer; I decided to contact Paula in my room however I did remember my mom had told me 'No food in the bedroom are allowed' thus I have my breakfast downstairs thus it is better to be safe by following the rules than to be sorry by breaking the rules.
As I thought about her; I am wondering 'How is she doing in Seattle?' about her.
I don’t know why I kept thinking about her but still . . . she is my girlfriend I never had in my whole life but . . . is she ever going to be okay?
I'll be keeping her in my prayers yet moreover I need to contact her.
~
Paula's P.O.V
While I am still asleep, my dad had woken up to the online meeting where they have to transfer to the online meeting ever since it is too risky to do a meeting in person.
As I am still fast asleep; I dreamed of how how Chaz and I--we are now walking together at a beach; the very same beach where Chaz and I--we both have been walking on the very same beach--Duke Kahanamoku beach.
We are now walking hand in hand; Chaz is now shirtless and clad in just a pair of board short I got from Rip Curl which I had bought for him back in January as I am walking with him; clad in a long dress which I bought it as both a cover-up and a fancy yet simple dress--with a pair of denim shorts I bought from Levi's back during my Sophomore year at University of Hawaii on the summer break.
Holding in one of my hand is a pair of slippers from Island Slipper which originally supposed to replace the original one I used to wear a pair of comfortable sandals with straps since it didn’t fit my foot anymore unfortunately.
(*To be honest, I hate my foot more than anything because they are big; obviously.)
Walking down to the edge of the water; the waves are really strong yet with their powerful riptides--the sea may be beautiful except it can be deadly.
"Wow, isn't it amazing?" I ask Chaz.
"Yes, but . . ."
"But what?"
"I am . . . I am feeling . . . right now . . . I am feeling a bit nervous about going into the water." He replied; looking genuinely nervous while looking on the powerful yet deadly and perilous waves.
I don’t know how powerful it is however I do know the winds may be the one behind all of this.
"What do you mean?"
All of the sudden, a big yet mighty waves with the full force from the wind hits us just as when something unexpectedly approaches you from behind your back hits you really hard with a full force of high velocity.
"Duck!" Called Chaz; pulling us down from the almighty waves as he holds onto me and vice versa.
After the wave got really hard on us, we both got up and coughing out the salt water from our mouth: he called to me: "Paula, ARE YOU OKAY???"
"Yes, I am; Chaz--I am OKAY!" I called to him as a reply; however what we didn't prepare for is another powerful wave just to hit us again.
We both duck down this time; however this time it is separately thus Chaz tried back off from the waves.
I didn’t know what to do though but I decided to go to the dry shore by running however before that I need Chaz's hand.
"Chaz, we need to go to the dry land right now!" I called to him.
As we both struggle to run on the wet sand which feels a lot like quicksand; all of the sudden--another wave is coming in however this time--it is so powerful which does match the size of the North Shore swells in the winter.
I did managed to duck however Chaz wasn’t lucky unfortunately because the waves decided to get him with the full force of the riptide.
Subsequently, I look behind my back and he wasn’t there; he did managed to grab my left wrist except what is going on with this? How on earth can he let me go? I know he did grab my left hand and did the waves just got him instantly?
"NO!" I called and out in the water; Chaz managed to surface from the powerful waves.
Dropping my sandals on the dry sand; I run to the edge of the waves and called his name out loud: "CHAZ!"
"It's okay, I will try to get back to the shore!" He called back while trying in attempt to swim a freestyle stroke to get back to the beach however the power of the sea isn’t buying the idea of how he is trying to go back to shore.
Another strong yet mighty wave arrived, he ducked down and go back up on a second attempt to resurface.
However the plan backfired; I decided to go get him myself instead of waiting on the dry shore--except just when I am thigh deep level; he called me out: "No!"
"What? Why?" I called to him.
"No you can’t; Paula--I don’t want you to attempt to do the same mistake as well!" He called me over the powerful waves.
"But Chaz!"
"It's okay, I want you to get help from the lifeguard: right here right now!" He called.
"Okay!"
"And don’t turn your back on the ocean!"
By the time when I reached the dry land; my dress is really wet: making it hard for me to handle the running plus I did manage to call a nearby lifeguard who is a young and local guy.
"Whoa, what happened??" He ask, looking shell shocked as I pull him to the beach where originally we are walking on the edge of the beach.
"Come on!!!" I called while pulling him even more.
However by the time when we got there; it is too little too late unfortunately--Chaz was washed up on the shore--looking like a floating being who got washed ashore.
"No. Why???" I asked, looking scared while the lifeguard doing a CPR on him.
Everybody is now looking on with faces on a mix of uneasiness and fear just as when they heard a serious bad news.
Another lifeguard; an older yet athletic man who is now checking his pulse on his wrist.
"He seems to be okay but we need to send him to the hospital for his medical condition." He said.
"What do you mean he is okay??" I called; feeling genuinely panicky and numb just as when something terrible is about to happen.
"I'd think he is in good condition but he might need to go to the hospital for more information." He replied softly to me.
A lot of surfers who are going ashore now look really guilty just as when they lost one of their friends whom they became so close from either he time when they are in kindergarten, primary school or secondary school or just when their families are friends with them for a really long time while their friendship started when they are just little babies.
"You think is he going to recover?"
"I don’t know but . . . we'll keep you posted on his health condition; okay?" Replied the older lifeguard while holding both of my hands just as if I am his granddaughter which he never had in his life.
I nodded sadly; my pair of dark chocolate brown eyes are now watering with tears which they are about to run down on my face with sadness and fear.
Even though I don’t know him and vice versa on how he doesn’t know me; he decided to give me a hug just as when there is a family member who got struck by something unexpected yet the person must be either hospitalized or be prosecuted for a crime they didn’t mean to commit.
I hugged back; I felt scared about this whole situation and all of the sudden; grey clouds cover the beautiful clear blue sky with their fluffy and irregular clouds which shaped into something unusual yet unique and the water starts dropping from the dark, grey; stormy skies.
I just want to wake up from this nightmare; I really wanted to wake up from it.
Thankfully, my T707 Sony Ericsson did wake me up with their signature ringtone other than the sound of the morning rain of Seattle; Washington State.
I wake up in a jolt of shock; feeling as if I am wanting to wake up from the dream however I couldn’t wake up from this dream.
Thankfully; from my bedroom: I can smell the delicious coffee from the kitchen; maybe my dad is making another cup of coffee? Right now I am desperate need of breakfast however the one breakfast food I didn’t expect to crave for is a plate of penne pasta with a dose of olive oil as well as freshly chopped up olives and another dose of cheese sauce to top it all off as well as adding a touch of scrambled eggs to the dish.
"Good morning; dad." I greeted while I am stretching up from my sleep.
"Morning? More like it is afternoon already; sweetheart." Replied my dad playfully while he is boiling a pot of water.
"Huh? Let me look at the clock." I replied while looking at the clock just above the dining set on a wooden round table and two chairs for us to sit down.
I'd think my dad is right; he told me it is afternoon already by the look of the clock-- it is now around twelve twenty. Ever since I am still fast asleep the whole morning in my comfortable yet sweet twin bed which are made by a pair of regular single size bed to be joined together.
"Yeah, you’re right; I'm sorry: dad."
"Don't be; don't apologize for that--I'll definitely make you a brunch for today." He replied just as when he read my mind as well as giving me a warm smile on his face.
"Wow, did you actually read my mind?"
"How did you know?" He asked, looking confused.
"Something like that." I replied to him while walking towards the bathroom to prepare myself for the day.
~
As I am preparing myself by cleansing my face with a bottle of Cetaphil cleanser I normally use for my oily skin with acne issues; I thought to myself 'How is Chaz?'
While washing the remaining soap form away with a couple of splashes from the cold water as I am rinsing my face: I kept on thinking about Chaz especially with the one last walk we did in dream: does he have the same dream as well? Who knows; maybe he did have the same dream personally.
I don’t know but I continue washing myself up before I start toning my skin with a bottle of Caudalie Moisturizing Toner as well as preparing to brush my teeth with an electric toothbrush I got from Philips Brand.
'Maybe he did have the same dream as I did, maybe I should call him.' A voice said coming from my inner self whispered to me very softly while I am brushing my teeth now.
~
Chaz's P.O.V
After breakfast, it is already twelve noon in San Diego: California; I need to my online classes on my laptop plus I do need to get a job as well to pay the funds on the University of Hawaii.
Plus while waiting for the laptop to turn on; I kept wondering about her--how is she is doing back in Seattle; Washington?
Is she ever going to be okay?
How do I think about her?
With all of those questions: I decided to text her quickly before getting started on my first online class.
~
Paula's P.O.V
As I finish spot treating my acne; I re-enter the kitchen and my dad is now cooking the dish I am expecting yet I am feeling genuinely surprised to see how he decided to cook for me personally as a brunch.
Then I got a new text message from Chaz:
"Hey Paula, are you okay? How are you doing? I am doing great."
I texted back to him:
"Hi Chaz, I am doing well and safely: thank you and are you busy? I'll call you when you are free."
There is an instant reply:
"Yes, I am busy however I'll call you when I am free: okay?"
I replied to him back:
"Cool, I'll call you back."
Then he sent me back a winking face:
";-)"
I go to the bedroom to place my phone there and go to the kitchen where I sit down on one of the dining chair.
"How is your time in Hawaii?" He ask me while pouring the amount of penne pasta he wants to put into the pot.
"It is great, I mean there are good and bad times: dad."
"Oh, okay: any plans for this month along with the next couple of months?"
"Well . . ."
He is so focused on his cooking so carefully he didn’t want to disrupt my thinking; my plan for this month are mostly on getting a job at either Seattle's Public Library or getting a job at either Target or Kinokuniya.
As for my art; I decided to place them aside because many of the art events I had decided to participate yet sell some of the more recreated art on Canvas have been either postponed until any further notice or sad to say; cancelled due to the invasion concerns.
"I am planning on either getting a job at the Seattle Public Library or at Target or Kinokuniya."
"Ah, this reminds me of my days of just when I first arrived to America--I am supposed to go to Stanford University for my studies on law except I do needed to get a job to pay for the tuition funds thus the only place I can turn to is Costco and it wasn’t all that fun and easy especially when you had customers who are taking advantage of you yet you tried your best to xo what you can do."
I nodded; I remember how when my dad go to Stanford University: he goes there to study law while having a proper yet tremendous job at Costco and it wasn’t always a great experience.
"But thankfully I managed to stay patient during this whole time on my freshman year and during my senior year; sadly I have to say goodbye to the co-workers who actually . . . not only they thanked me for helping them to be patient this whole time whenever they are dealing with difficult customers however they felt sad that when I had to leave California for New York where I went to Law School."
"Oh."
"Plus I do have to sent my verdict on so many different crime cases for a long time while I am surprised to meet your mother there." He moaned as he pours the pot of water into the sink excluding the penne pasta.
"Oh, plus this where you met our mom; right?" I asked, feeling curious about how they met while still using the word 'Our' because she is not only my birth mom but also she is my younger brother birth mom whom he is three-four years younger than me.
"Exactly; I don’t mean to say this but . . . sadly there is a man who punched your mom in the face."
"Wait, what?"
"Yes; she got punched in the face by a man--a Caucasian man; perhaps he is from New York City himself."
"Oh."
"Plus this may not be something I wanted to share with anyone but this time I do wanted to share it with you because I have been waiting so patiently for a really long time to talk about this."
"Oh." I replied; unsure of what to say next--I felt as if my father/dad have a lot of baggage as well as stories to be unravel or to be unpacked of the past.
"I know; I didn't want to share those with you at first because I might be truly afraid . . . afraid you might handle the truth of the past on how I met your mother; how I arrived to get a start of my law career at here in USA then again . . ."
I nodded quietly; he knows during the time when I am much more younger--he thought the stories might not be a good idea for him to share with me around those days not only because I am way too young to understand about his real life story while he wanted to prove that he can be a wonderful; amazing and brilliant dad to his daughter while we are spending most of the time in Honolulu for about a couple of years before he decided we are going back home to Seattle; Washington State plus I decided to make a return to Honolulu back in 2014 by applying my studies to the University of Hawaii.
Originally I didn't plan on going back there however I decided to submit in my application anyway yet making countless prayers and countless gratitude to the Universe as well to know I did successfully managed to enter in the University of Hawaii in addition to reading 'The Secret' every day; countless meditation: jogging as well as positive prayers of gratitude; joy and love plus thinking so much positive thoughts by taking a lot of deep breathes to stay focused and stay positive.
I don't know at first are they going to accept or reject; however with a lot of countless calls to the universe by using the secret as well as reading 'The Secret' series as well as a lot of self-help books on staying positive and keeping myself ahead of the game; I didn't know it finally happened when I am halfway doing the laundry for me and my dad during spring break--I received an email plus it turns out to be something unexpected--an acceptance letter from the University of Hawaii!
I didn't expected it to happen at all however they finally did and I am so thankful and happy to enter into the University of Hawaii.
After that; I decided to spend my life in Hawaii by going to art school as well as finding ways to turn it into a business.
I thought many of the artists in Hawaii are going to have their own exhibition however for them it wasn't going to be easy thus the only they can do is either by turning it into a business or move into another state where a lot of art are much more popular such as Chicago, New York or sometimes they stay in Hawaii plus finding alternative ways to catch people's attention of their art by turning to social media on the internet.
Sometimes they plan on opening an Etsy store or a RedBubble store to sell in addition to placing up art commissions as well as sharing their art on Deviantart.
Except the only downhill point is definitely how people decided to use their art without asking permission from the original artist as well as the original company by either copying the art; tracing the art or making changes to their art and turn them into their own thus it does lead to a lot of anger on the original artists who not only originally created the art yet they also found out they decided to turn the art into the thief's art more so than the original artist.
Plus it still happens all over the place plus I couldn't imagine on what if this is happening to Picasso as well as all of the older artist who used to do a lot of art and painting yet we still see them in art museums today.
I just don't understand; why can't people learn how to do art properly by going to an art program; search for the art online lessons on how they can learn to do their own art properly instead of just going around; using someone's art without permission by re-doing the art; re-tracing art and copying plus using different color on the art without giving the original artist a permission? There are other ways you can do your art instead of just stealing it and post it online as your own art.
"I am just . . . afraid that you might . . . not handle the truth." He finished his sentence while placing the cooked penne into the non-sticking pan; I help my dad to look for the cheese sauce as well as the shredded cheese to add a finishing touch.
Plus I know he do need to cook other things to add a touch to the penne pasta such as fresh eggs for the scrambled eggs: a bottle of olives for the chopped up olives as well as fresh cooked leafy vegetables and I need to look into one of the cupboard for a shaker of black pepper and a bottle of olive oil.
"I know, I'm sorry dad." I apologize while looking for it; however when I look up at him; he looks as if he is about to cry--I hadn't seen my dad cried before; not even the time when he had to leave Seattle when I am much more younger and vice versa on Honolulu.
However seeing him feeling so heartbroken isn't something I didn't want to see from my dad except there is nothing we can do personally.
"Dad, it's okay: just remember: you are not alone to go through this--everybody had gone through the tough times of the storm which we can run from it plus hide from it yet letting it control our lives or we can face the problem together by facing the storm; we can conquer the storm together--I mean I have ti face a lot of storms before personally however once you face the storm; you manage to have a beautiful rainbow just up and above in the clear blue skies after a dark stormy gray skies we have face on the rain and thunderstorms." I said while getting up to wipe his tears away; after all; my dad is an Aquarius plus for him--family is always first to him; even before work as well.
"Oh sweetie; what can I . . .*sniffs* what can I actually do without you in my life?" Ask my dad while he sniffing and wiping the tears with the back of his right hand as his left look for a box of tissue--I managed to get a box of tissue for him and he said "Thank you." while taking a piece of tissue paper to wipe away his tears.
"I don't know, daddy; I don't know." I answered just as when I am only just a kid again back when we are still living in Honolulu at an apartment plus I remember how he spoke to me about before mom gives birth to me a couple of weeks time: he decided to seek counseling in New York city about how he thinks every life is precious to him yet he decided to keep me as his daughter.
And while venting out about how he wanted to keep me; he did told me he cried during the counseling session about how he means the world to me and I mean the world to him: we both are so much thinking alike.
"I . . . (*Sniffing*) I am (*Quietly sobbing*) . . . I am really . . . happy and . . . thankful to have you as my daughter in my life personally for real because I am just . . ." Said my dad while he is struggling to finish the sentence.
"I am so thankful and happy to have you as a father too as well." I replied just as when my own pair of salty tears started to roll down on my face from my pair of dark chocolate brown eyes which does match to my mom's pair of eyes however with my beautiful mocha brown skin complexion from years of spending time in Hawaii as well as a beautiful face without any plastic surgery in addition to the acne scars I have on my face--I look nothing like my mom's face personally.
I decided to give my dad a huge bear hug he wanted as well as how he does the same to me; I felt as when I am feeling genuinely happy and grateful about the things I personally have in my life.
I just wish people can be thankful and happy for what they already have in life instead of focusing on the opposite based on what they didn't have yet having the strong feeling of jealousy and resentment towards other people.
I am just thankful to have someone like my dad personally as well having a guy like Chaz Galloway who is genuinely happy and thankful with his own life as well as god; his family and friends plus the life lessons he had been taught by his parents as well as his older sister.
Believe me; gratitude is one of the most powerful thing compared to jealousy.
~
After having a break; my dad decided to continue cooking while I decided to help him with everything and all: suddenly I forgot to call Chaz about what is going on with my family plus letting him know about the dream however I decided to call him just when the meal are properly ready.
However when I want to call him on the house cord telephone instantly; all of the sudden: Chaz rings me on the house telephone as well.
I pick up the first call while sitting down the soft; comfy and stained armchair to call him.
"Aloha, hey Chaz."
"Hello? Hey Paula; how are you?"
"Oh, I am good; thank you."
"You're welcome: anyway I did . . . wanted to call you but I decided it is best for me to call you later but . . ."
"It's okay, I got you; Chaz."
"You got me?" He echoed the words I spoke.
"Yup; I got you and your back."
"Wow, awesome."
As I spoke to him about the dream I had this morning; his reaction is . . . shocked and surprised all at the same time.
"Wow, I am really shocked that's for sure."
"Sorry, Chaz--I didn't mean to scare you or something like that."
"No, it's okay: it's cool."
While there is a moment of silence; Chaz asked me "How are things doing with your dad?"
"Good, we are now cooking pasta: you?"
"Oh, we are now trying out something new in the kitchen--however tonight my dad plans on trying something different."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you know anything with cookbooks and cooking websites?"
I nodded, confused yet curious at the same time as well.
"My parents wanted to try it out tonight."
"Awesome; thank you."
"Maybe you should join in too and so does your dad."
I chuckled a bit: "Ha ha, awesome."
"You should just give it a try--maybe not now but anytime of the day whenever you feel like it."
"Awesome, I'll let you know then; okay?"
"Okay."
Another silence however this time I wanted to tell Chaz something about how thnakful I am for my dad as well as uncle Mathieu Richard of Team Lunajets: Saba Sailing Team: Team Aleph: Gefco Match Racing Team: Team Engie and so much more (*Bonjour Mathieu Richard!) as well as the friends I made back at Punahou School in addition to the friends I made at the University of Hawaii and outside UH plus it reminds me of how Chaz is instantly thankful for god; his family; friends and the people who brought good energy around him as well as me.
"Chaz,"
"Yes?"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure; go ahead."
I told him about how thankful for my dad; god; uncle Mat and my friends plus Chaz to be honest plus Chaz told me the same as well on god; his family: friends and having me as a girlfriend.
"Awesome: I am truthfully happy to hear this from you; Paula. You just got to be thankful for things you already have in life personally yet people are doing the opposite of choosing to focus on what they didn't have in life yet they have personal insecurities as well as jealousy we just didn't ask any questions to them about."
"Exactly, this is what I am exactly talking about personally Chaz Galloway."
"Me too; Paula Leah."
"I love you, Chaz: I really truthfully love so much."
There is a silence on the other end plus he told me: "I truly love you too: Paula--I love you too to the moon and back."
"To the moon and back, me too: Chaz."
"May god bless you: Chaz and your family as well as our friends."
"Me too; may god bless you too and your dad; Paula."
"I love you; aloha: Chaz: goodbye."
"I love you too and goodbye: Paula."
After calling him; I waited patiently for my dad to finish cooking the pasta and finally when he did it--we both have a lion share of the pasta and I felt thankful to have this moment with my dad yet being at my (second) home in Seattle; Washington State.
Author's note: Whew, this is a really a long-awaited writing yet I am happy with this chapter of 'One last walk' yet this Thursday--I am going to be 24/ twenty four years old and I will be taking the time off from writing yet doing my art at the same time as well.
Plus today's lesson from this chapter is definitely be thankful for whatever you have in your life right now yet staying patient in life plus let's all be grateful for today: shall we?
Instead of focusing on what you don't have yet having your personal problerms; insecurities: jealousy and the negative energy to control you; just stay focus on whatever you have right now and be happy yet thankful in your life right here; right now.
Let's all be thankful starting from today--mahalo for reading.
