Maximillian
It's been three days since Margot has been living with me. Not that it concerns me but her every appearance gives my body shivers. I remembered the last time I shared a space with a girl was when I was a frickin highschooler. It turns out that the top students get the richest apartments with the richest girls.
Luckily my studies distracted the idea of being uncomfortable but now it seems impossible. Not that I hate Margot, oh no. It's just that her presence makes me think that I'm living with her instead of she is living with me. I think that's the same thing.
Her company was well appreciated but sometimes it looked like I was talking to a girl with no emotions. Her eyes are always dim whenever she speaks about my interests, like sports, hobbies, and sometimes my work life. But her feelings change as soon as I make her dinner. She doesn't argue about veggies or interrupt while eating, and once she smiles at my meatloaf.
She frickin smiled. It's a huge thing.
I couldn't live like this forever so I did what all grown men do, ask for advice. From the internet obviously. I typed. How to get along with a girl in just a few minutes.
Guess what the results hit me. Some say to leave her and call your bro to get you before it's too late. Others say to melt that ice heart with presents, flowers, and love. And shocking results say to go out with her.
I think the third one seems reasonable. Margot hasn't gotten the chance to meet the real me. Maybe if I planned out a nice relaxing trip, then perhaps, just maybe she could get along. I'm not being desperate right? Yeah, this is definitely not desperateness.
I launched to my room and prepared an outing that would suit the perfect friendship between me and Margot. It took time and effort to make dozens of reservations but I guess it was worth it.
Now that everything was in place, I tried to follow my plans but at the very first stage, I screwed up. Just as my luck was going great. I accidentally made reservations for January first.
It's frickin October, Damn it. Just as I couldn't handle my frustration, a sudden presence touched me from behind. Margot was standing in her sleepwear. Shit. I believe I skipped dinner.
Katherine
Maximillian has been locked inside his room for hours. My suspicion about him rises more. My recent reports don't involve him being guilty which means I have got nothing. It's been months since I started investigating, It's nothing but exhausting. If I report back to Wilson, he might not believe me. Not only that, he would assign him to the mission which I could never let happen.
Right now I have to see what he is up to. His door was slightly open only to show his frustrated face and his messy brown hair. Something is wrong, But what? Could it be work-related, or drug related? Whatever the case, I was surely going to ask him.
I walked from behind in to pat his back, but he flinched. Meaning: Whatever was wrong was killing him with disappointment. His eyes dilated as he saw me. Meaning: It's related to me.
Once I tried to hide something from Wilson, I was good at it but when he promised to take me to an agency meeting, I spilled everything. Only because that moment made me trust him more. Guess I was wrong about that part.
But that's not what I'm here for. Phase one was a total mess. I will use this approach as a method to bond. According to my brother, thriller, and horror movies are what make a boy close to you. Let's hope he is right.
'Hey, sir', his eyes met mine, 'Why don't we watch a movie to get your mind out of whatever your mind at? It will be fun'. Please say yes.
His eyes narrowed as I waited. I didn't care about his stares, all I wanted was his answer. Then finally after half a minute, he accepted my request.
We watched Smile. Felix recommended saying it was worth watching. And I can't believe him watching this. It's too much, even for me. I was horrified by the content, but my boss was done with it. His skin paled with his expression disgusted. His fingers clenched to the soft pillow he grabbed two minutes ago.
Whatever the reason I asked Felix for advice, I was right. This movie was a bit frightening, I mean Max was left petrifying. But I pressured him that as his bodyguard I would keep him safe and protect him and whatever I'm supposed to say.
Max looked at me with teary eyes as if I was his superhero. Hard to believe that a man with six-inch height, a body built like a gangster, and a fricken money bag, required me. But It made me slightly happy as he laid on my shoulder as we continued to watch the rest of the parts.
Guess what, they included more bloodshed and gore. I mean the smile. Who smiles like that? Upon seeing our taste, Max paused and closed the movie. He could handle the insane scenes and this time I couldn't blame him.
As soon as the film was off, he placed his head down on my shoulder again. We didn't say anything, It was just us and the silence. For once I liked this place. Peaceful, quiet, warm, and pleasant.
Sorry for the long wait. As a beginner writer, It takes some time to create a new idea. I know the novel is boring right now but I want your patience and your response. Thank you for waiting for the new chapter.
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