[right][sub][color=3CB371]LOCATION[/color] — [color=3CB371]Town Hall->Gas Station[/color]
[color=3CB371]INTERACTING WITH[/color] — [color=3CB371]No one in particular[/color]
[color=3CB371]MENTIONED[/color] — [color=3CB371][color=FF3D01]Annalise[/color] & [color=C606EA]Abraham[/color] [/color]
[color=3CB371]TIME[/color] — [color=3CB371]Early Morning->Late Night[/color][/sub][/right]
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[sub][i][color=7EBB99]Everyone's Golden Boy[/color][/i][/sub][hr][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c0/b3/3c/c0b33c5b79cfe3f8151e95fb1447f616.jpg[/img][/center][hr]
[indent][color=3CB371][i]Dear Future Self, 
[indent]Promise me you wont make any stupid, impulsive, or brash descisons tomorrrow. Don't let the firework hipe get to you, don't fall for the silly smiles running around and the smell of burgers in the air. You have goals Mr.Carver don't let the festivites distract you, this little town is just a stepping stone, so please, for the love of god, don't let it turn into a boulder that has to be moved out the way.  
	-Love BC[/indent] [/i][/color][/indent]

Blu set his pen down next to the short letter he just wrote himself. It was letters like these that got him through the teenage angst and college struggles, he found the technique in a self-help book a while back and has been doing it ever since. The technique was simple; write a letter to your future self with some sort of pep-talk (or in Blu's case guidelines) and inspiration. Blu has the habit of "getting out of pocket" on holidays, all the hope and happiness in the air gets to him, Blu being Blu can't help but eat that shit up. That why the letter to the future is important, it should gently remind him of the important stuff without ruining his fun... too much.

Right now Blu was at work, a safe space, filing papers away and setting some meeting or another for his father. Abraham was ecstatic to hear his oldest wanted in on the family business and immediately took it upon himself to mentor his child. Little did he know, Blu didn't want to get caught up in small-town politics, he wants to put someone in office, hell even take the nice leather chair himself one day. It was a stupid, unrealistic and ambitious life plan but it was his life plan and he was sticking to it. The office he worked in was simple; wooden desk, computer, printer, some guest chairs, and a bookshelf in the corner. The only object out of place was the oversized headshot of his father sitting up against his desk that he could not find the time to hang [s](Blu refused to hang the "fathead", saying the man liked to go around reminding everyone how he won his little race, Abraham had no real competition but you know that's none of Blu's business is it)[/s].

Today was the perfect day, no hiccups, no last minute changes, hell he is pretty sure that no one of importance was even in the office. His father was probably at home testing out the brand new grill that never got used, mother off in some corner fixing her face while smiling for the cameras that wanted to capture the "family man", his mom nearby checking clothes and making sure she was the definition of "perfect". As much as it hurt to admit, becoming the Mayor's family turned his parents shallow. Blu and his sister had to come to terms with that fact in order to survive in their house when it came down to the senior Carvers you had to give a little and take a lot while they weren't looking (which was most of the time). Speaking of his sister, he hoped she was enjoying her secret rebellion, the girl did not give him many details just where she would be going and who she was with, give him many reassurances that she would be safe and not worry. Honestly, he wasn't, she had a good head on her shoulders and would return safely in good time. 

The only thing that was left was to finish his work and go home, hopefully avoiding any distractions along the way. The city was in full swing and all the bars, pubs, and clubs would be waving those red white and blue flags. They had been like this since the end of June, and it has only gotten worse. His summer had been calm and boring, just like he wanted but Blu was determined to keep his record clean, with that in mind he set off to work.[hr]

[b][i]Later on that Day[/i] [/b]

The sun was long gone and time had surely run away from Blu. Work was work but he enjoyed it so no harm was done staying until 11 at night. But he was getting tired and considering tomorrow was one of his favorite holidays, Blu was gonna need all the sleep he could get. Tearing his latest letter from his notebook, Blu grabbed his blazer and briefcase and walked out the door of his office. His car was sitting in the nearby parking lot for staff, a short little walk, plus he would get to admire the "law" that surrounded the city hall. When the sun is out this part of town was busy, filled to the brim with officials running the town, officers running after donuts, and vultures waiting to get their next big case. At night though, it was not quiet but there was a beauty to Salem's Downtown. 

He reached the parking lot and noticed the nightly custodian coming in for his shift and waved goodbye as the man went inside.When Blu got in his car, he immediately let go of everything he was holding onto. His shoulders sagged, he leaned his head back on the headrest and let out a long sigh. Then started his car and noticed the gas light turn on and let out an even deeper sigh. 

[color=3CB371]"Shit"[/color] he mumbled, remembering that he did need gas and going out on this venture would mean less time spent sleeping and more time having to deal with other people. These thoughts and more polluted his mind and ruined the mood as he drove to find a gas station.