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Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Goodbye, Arvil,” Daisy said, her voice a deadly calm. She nodded at him once before turning and walking away. She just needed some time alone, some time to sort herself out. This day had been too much for her.

Arvil heaved a tired sigh, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair.

“Womanly issues, sir?” His employee’s voice filled his ears. Arvil scowled. “Tough luck, sir.”

He ignored him.

[TIME SKIP: One week]

Daisy hadn’t talked to or seen Arvil in a week. She didn’t trust herself around him for the time being. Even when he tried calling her, the call had been short and consisted of Daisy saying something to the effect of, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

But now she had to call him. She had something she needed to tell him, and she didn’t think it could wait. Because it might jeopardize what they were trying to keep from happening.

So now she was pacing her room, staring down at the cell phone in her hand as she contemplated calling her fake fiancé. With a sigh, she dialed his number and held the phone to her ear.

A week. That woman had been avoiding him for a week. Arvil was irritated, to say the least. She wasn’t even giving him an opportunity to apologize for his behavior. He had even called her and she brushed him aside, hanging up after a bitter greeting.

And though he wouldn’t admit it, Arvil had Noah check up on her several times, making sure she didn’t realize. She was okay, so Arvil had stopped worrying.

And then his phone rang. He turned his attention towards the screen and paused what he was doing, setting away the report and picking up his phone.

Daisy.

He answered the call and pressed it to his ear.

“Well, well, well,” Arvil drawled, leaning back against his chair. “Guess who finally decided to call me. How may I help you, Daisy darling?”

Daisy sighed and sat down heavily on her bed. She set her head in her hand, taking a deep breath before she spoke.

“I know I overreacted a little, but I’m not going to apologize for it. I needed space and time for myself so that I could sort out my thoughts,” she explained, short and simple. “But we may have a problem. I overheard my parents talking, and… they may not believe that this is real. Actually, they are beginning not to. They’ve notice how little planning we’ve dons, and I think my mother would like me to go dress shopping soon.”

Arvil hadn’t expected that explanation. She needed to sort out her thoughts? What for? There wasn’t anything that needed to be thought over, was it?

“Well, you’re in luck, it seems, because I don’t need the apology,” Arvil responded calmly, her next words ringing in his head. He’d known they wouldn’t believe them—not even after his little speech at lunch with her family. “As for your parents… you should humor them. Go out for dress shopping. On the same note, what would you have me do?”

“My mother will expect me to pick one out and buy it. And that would be a waste of money since we’re not actually getting married, and all,” Daisy sighed, rubbing her forehead with her palm. “And… I have no idea what you should do. Maybe check out suits? Come up with a groomsman list?”

“That’s all right. Buy one anyway. I’m acquainted with a fashion designer whom you can visit and look at the wedding dresses. Unless you damage the dress, she’ll take it back when we ‘break up,’” Arvil paused, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll check out suits and prepare a groomsman list. I can start searching for wedding planners as well, if you’d like.”

“Okay. Okay, that sounds good, actually. I have a few ideas for a dress that I want, anyway, so it shouldn’t take too long to find one,” Daisy said slowly, twisting her hair around her finger. “And that sounds good, too. If you get a good one, then they will be less suspicious.”

“Do select a pleasant one, something your mother wouldn’t be suspicious of. Though I’m sure you know that,” Arvil added, twirling a pen around his fingers. “This part, love, I’m actually stumped at. I’m afraid I don’t know any wedding planner, much less a good one, but I suppose I can ask Noah for a list. I’ll look over them and send you a final list, and you can select whichever one you think is best. Does that work?”

“That would be fine. Maybe we could even meet with each of them, too, before we choose,” Daisy suggested, standing and beginning to pace again. “I’ll have to pick bridesmaids, too… And we should have the same number of men and women so that no one has to walk down the aisle alone, which means that you should send me your list so I can check it.”

“That works for me. I’ll send you the list sometime this week,” Arvil nodded, though he knew she couldn’t see him. “Well, I’ll let you know I have four men in my mind for my list. It’s an easy pick. Do let me know if you want to add another number in the bridesmaid or the groomsmen list. I wouldn’t have a problem throwing another man in.”

“Sure. Four should be fine, though. I have a few girls I can think of that I’ll choose,” Daisy mused. “I can come pick the list up later this week, actually. We can discuss it over lunch.”

Lunch. It had been a week since they hadn’t had lunch together. Arvil was looking forward to it. Was she rubbing off on him too much?

“Sounds like a plan,” Arvil hummed. “Don’t get stressed about your parents. Trust in me. I won’t let you get married to someone who could possibly make you miserable.”

Daisy sat back down and set her head in her hand again, sighing heavily. “Thank you, Arvil… I— Thank you.”

Arvil smiled softly, pleased she wasn’t there to see it. “You’re welcome,” he answered quietly. “Gorgeous Writer.”

Daisy snorted, rolling her eyes with a small smile. It was a good thing he couldn’t see her. She didn’t want him to see her like this. She was just a mess, and she didn’t want him to see her smiling because of him.

“All right. That was all I called for. I’ll se you in a few days,” she said, laying back down onto her bed. “Goodbye, nerd.”

“Aw, we’re done already?” Arvil let the disappointment lace his tone, trying to keep the call from ending. “But we were just getting started. And you forgot the hot part of the nerd, Daisy. I’m a bit offended.”

“I think you’ll survive, Arvil,” Daisy said, holding back a chuckle. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Arvil let out an amused grin. “See you soon, Daisy,” he said softly. “Don’t overwork yourself.”

“I’ll try not to,” Daisy sighed before hanging up. She set her phone down on her bed and started up at the ceiling again, shaking her head as a small smile overtook her lips.

Arvil stared at his phone with a distant look in his eyes, an amused smile on his features. She was all right with him now. That was good.

[TIME SKIP: Three Days Later]

Arvil yawned, leaning back on his chair, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He was finally, finally finished with that alternate app for the game. Finally. After countless retries and crashes, he finally did it.

His eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, noting it to be around twelve. Lunch. He hadn’t seen ir heard from Daisy since that last call and he couldn’t help but wonder when she’d come in.

He sighed.

Daisy pulled half of her hair up into a bun and pushed her glasses up further on her face. She sighed, grabbing the bag of food that sat in the passenger seat beside her before stepping out of the car. As she made her way up to Arvil’s office, she slowed her breathing to calm down.

She had realized something over her past week after avoiding him. While he had definitely surprised her that day, she hadn’t been scared of him. And she also realized that… she actually found him quite attractive…

Arvil pushed his sleeves back, raising his arms and stretching as he leaned back on the chair. Finally, he pulled himself to his feet and walked over to the door, one hand running through his hair while the other opening the door.

And coming face-to-face with Daisy. Arvil blinked before a smile took over his lips.

“Daisy darling~” he purred. “Long time no see. I missed your lovely face~”

(Arvil, stop being so annoying.)