forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arvil rubbed his forehead. “Don’t worry about it. Noah’s already working on it, but truthfully they’ll want us to answer, too.”

Daisy sighed, rubbing her own forehead with her fingertips. “Right… Of course we will. We’ll need to set up a meeting, then. And thank Noah for me, will you?”

“Yeah. I will,” Arvil nodded slowly before a sigh of his own left his lips. “I’m sorry about all of this. The media can be stupid.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Arvil. None of this is your fault, by any means,” Daisy assured him. “We’ll figure something out.”

“Hopefully,” he muttered under his breath. It was clear that he was irritated by this. Not because they thought he and Daisy had a child together, but because of the way they had labelled her in that article. It didn’t matter to him whether they referred to him as a playboy; portraying Daisy like a typical high-school ditz pissed him off. “Don’t get why the paparazzi can’t get a life.”

Daisy snorted and rolled her eyes. “That’s the question of the year, isn’t it? Or the question of the age, I suppose. They’re a pain in the tail to a lot of people,” she muttered.

“Sometimes it’s a pain to be famous,” Arvil admitted, rubbing his forehead. Then a thought came to mind. He lifted his head and looked at her right in the eyes. “I have a favor.”

Daisy hummed her agreement, though she stopped when she heard his last words. She raised her eyebrows curiously, giving him a look.

“And what is that…?” she asked warily.

“Please stop using pet names for me,” he sighed, ducking his head again, though now he was more playful. “It sounds like you’re swallowing needles. It’s awful. Arvil is fine. Nobody’s going to say anything if you just call me by my name.”

Daisy winced. Gosh, that was… completely unexpected. She’d have thought he’d at least suggest something different to call him, but to tell her to just call him by his name… Maybe she did sound as if it pained her.

“Sorry,” she sighed, dropping her attention to her not-quite-half-eaten plate of food. “I’ll remember that.”

“Or… you could give me a nickname,” Arvil suggested, tilting his head to the side. “Something you can call me. It’ll be special that way, much better than a pet name.”

Daisy blinked, raising her eyebrows at his suggestion. “A nickname? Like what?” she asked, already trying to think of one she could give him.

“I don’t know,” Arvil shrugged, taking a bite out of his food. It was so good. “Anything appropriate would do, please.”

A smile — more like a smirk — slowly made its way to Daisy’s lips. She looked up at him, her head cocked to the side.

“What about ‘nerd’?” she half-joked woh a chuckle.

The fork stopped inches away from his lips. Arvil’s eyes flickered over to hers, and he slowly released a breath.

“I’d prefer ‘hot nerd’, actually,” he told her, returning her smirk. “My gorgeous writer.”

Daisy snorted, rolling her eyes. Of course he would remember that. It had slipped her mind, but now she did as well.

“Of course you do. I think I’ll just stick with ‘nerd,’ though,” she declared with a smile.

“Well then, Gorgeous… whatever you like,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He liked this—going from serious to playful without much effort. “Nerd it is, then.”

“Or hun. Hun could work, too,” Daisy mused, taking a bite of her food. “Whichever you prefer.”

“I think I prefer ‘nerd’,” Arvil joked. “The first nickname you ever gave me, darling.”

Daisy rolled her eyes with a small smile and shook her head. “Sure, Arvil. Nerd it is, then,” she said with a chuckle.

“And what would you like?” Arvil questioned her cheekily. “Or do you much prefer ‘darling’? I sure do.”

“Whatever you want, nerd,” Daisy singsonged. Her cheeks heated up slightly, giving them a light pink hue even as she pretended that she wasn’t blushing.

Arvil smirked when he noticed the color on her cheeks, understanding that she was flustered. She blushed so easily, it was amusing.

“Daisy Darling,” he hummed. “Has a nice ring to it. Been calling you that from the beginning, haven’t I?”

Daisy huffed softly, rolling her eyes. Her cheeks turned bright red, though she ignored that, too.

“Yes, I suppose you have. Guess it would make sense for you to continue, wouldn’t it?” she hummed.

“Definitely,” Arvil hummed around a mouthful of food. “Ah, right. I talked to my mother. She wants to meet you, too.”