I straighten my tie, attempting to smoothly tighten it again as I follow Anubis to the chairs and take a seat, nodding in greeting to the men across from us as I scoot my chair in.
"So, who will be asking the questions, then?" I begin, eyeing Michelle and then Anubis. I understand they might expect me to have questions for them about the details of the mission, but they might have questions for us about the details of, well, us. I notice Anubis is looking at the food and I wonder if he's too hungry to take this seriously. Although, I did notice he cleaned himself up a bit, which gives me hope. I wonder if he's nervous around these people, but there's really no way to tell with him.
I heave a sigh and attempt to shake the thoughts out of my head as I focus on the task at hand. Do I feel an obligation to impress these people? Would it really matter at this point?
Everyone already started eating. I put extremely small amounts of food on my plate, scared of embarrassment. A tall man across from Jean begins to talk, "Where did you two meet? How did you manage to acquire these specific skills? Michelle is very secretive when it comes to recruited men."
I rub my scar on my forehead unconsciously, wondering how much I should tell them. Michelle watches us curiously. "We were childhood friends. Met at a church camp and bonded over the fact that it was pure torture. Uh, we were 10 at the time, I don't mean to offend any religious people here. Anyways, we've been friends since then. How we got these skills, we were boys, and were super interested in being heroes or those cool stunt guys in movies." I decided to lie, remembering how the tall man mentioned that Michelle didn't explain us. "We're really determined people, so the skills really developed." I shoved a small piece of steak into my mouth, indicating I was finished talking.
A chubby, intimidating woman, the only one besides Michelle at the table, asked the next question. "This job may require murder. Are you mentally prepared for that?"
I smile and turn to GG. "Jean, why don't you take this one?"
I nearly choke on my food. Caught off guard, I cough once but disguise it as clearing my throat, then take a sip of water.
I exchange glances with Michelle, then the men. I wonder if Michelle knows.
I look at Anubis, eyeing his stiffness.
"Anubis and I have been through several mixtures of guilt and loss in our lives. We're grown men."
I take another sip of my water and await another question.
"So what are your experiences on the matter? What jobs have you taken that might have prepared you for this case?"
I wasn't even paying attention to who that came from, but I quickly attempt to come up with an acceptable answer.
"Many side jobs, cases with detectives, various field work, you know, things like that." I murmur, nudging Anubis for backup.
Jean nudges me, but my mind was just as blank as his. I felt like I was at a job interview, you know, apart from the fact that I have the job. I opened my mouth to talk, but closed it when Michelle's voice broke in. "Don't worry, I made sure these men were well prepared for the operation. Let's discuss more important matters, shall we?"
I relaxed a little, but one question still lingered in the back of my head. Why were we picked even though she knew of our situation? That we were murderers?
The men eyed us suspiciously, but obeyed Michelle. They talked for what seemed like hours, occasionally asking Jean and I some questions. I had already long finished my food. Consequently, I absentmindedly sipped from my glass of wine, to which they kept refilling. And refilling. By the end of the dinner, I began to feel a little tipsy.
Everyone stood up and shook each other's hands. Oh, did I catch the hiccups? I smiled and said a formal goodbye to everyone, then proceeded to shake hands with Jean. Why am I..? "Thank you!" I tried to suppress random spurts of giggles by biting my lips. Finally all the men left the room, leaving only a confused Jean and me.
we're here
Consequently, I absentmindedly sipped from my glass of wine, to which they kept refilling. And refilling. By the end of the dinner, I began to feel a little tipsy. The more I drank, the more anxious I grew. I had slightly been hoping if I drank more wine, I'd end up just giggly, but this was not the case. As everyone stood up to shake each other's hands, paranoia started to get a hold of me and I couldn't breathe. I was suddenly aware of my entire body. Did they know I was a killer? Is my demeanor giving it away right now? Am I shaking? Has Jean noticed? Is he really here? Should I take another sip of wine? Maybe the giggly stage just hasn't come yet. Right? Right? Did I just hiccup? Do they realize I'm drunk? Do they find me unprofessional? Maybe I fucked up the entire job. Can I leave? Should I leave first? Is that bad manners?
Throughout all these thoughts, I ended up shaking hands with everybody, leaving only a confused Jean and me.
The discussion went on for longer than I had liked, but it ended with formal goodbyes and hand shaking. I look over to Anubis, noticing that he's slowly growing more drunk as the night progresses. As we stand up, Anubis struggles to hold himself up. I lean into him and whisper,
"Anubis, I swear to God, you couldn't have waited until after the dinner?" Anubis responded by shaking my hand, causing me to wonder if he even heard me. After all the men had left, Anubis gave up resisting his giggles as he took another drink from his wine. I quickly grab the cup and carefully set it onto the table, out of Anubis' reach.
"Okay, you've had enough. You've embarrassed me enough, you don't get anymore." I sigh a huff at Anubis as I look at him, oddly enough never really seeing him in such a state as this.
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I listen closely to Michelle's words to the other men as the dinner went on, occasionally eyeing the waiters refill Anubis's wineglass. Why'd they have to do that? Can't they see Anubis has had enough? I sigh heavily and do as much of the talking as I can to avoid Anubis having to answer any questions, as he slowly grows more and more paranoid. He starts fidgeting, rubbing his arms nervously, and eyes shifted around the table. After the dinner finally finished, and we shook hands with everyone, I turn around to Anubis, who was barely holding himself up. By the time everyone left, his demeanor nearly broke. I snatch his cup and set it away from his reach.
"The hell is wrong with you?" I utter, squinting my eyes at him.
I grab the first cup in front of me that was full of water, and downed that, hoping it would make me slightly sober. "Sorry, babe!" I said, stumbling back to our room without waiting for Jean. The bodyguards did not lead us, figuring that we knew where to go now. Thank god I took the time to memorize the messy corridors.
Inside my room, I noticed it was only 12 o'clock. Good, I can still read, I thought. With that, I grabbed the book and water bottle on my nightstand and headed out onto the balcony. We were 34 floors above the ground. The view of the Washington was nothing special. A few green trees with short, white buildings scattered amongst the area. This must have been the tallest building here. The air was slightly humid, with a little breeze rushing through my hair. I fell onto the chair, unsure if I could pay attention to a book. I took another swig of water, when I heard the balcony door from Jean's room open.
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"The hell is wrong with you?" he scolds, ripping the drink out of my hand
I started to get dizzy. Did I really drink that much? Am I going to die? Should I get water? Will that help? Am I alone? Is it just Jean and I? Right?
"I'm really sorry, Jean, I'm sorry, I just, oh man," I stutter out, stumbling back slightly. I reach a hand out to the chair to stable myself. Stable. Just, stay stable. Walk back to the room. Can I walk back? I'm not stable. Jean? Would he help me? No, he hates me. He'd never. Ever. Or would he? I can't breathe. Or can I? Just breathe? "I'm sorry. Can you, help me up to the room?" Why did I ask that? I'm perfectly capable of walking up. No? I'm not? I just don't want to burden Jean more? Oh, my god, I'm going to throw up. No, just nauseous. I fucked up?
I sigh heavily as I approach the balcony railing, leaning my elbows on the top as I gaze up at the sky. Being this high, with not much light surrounding us, the stars were slightly more visible than they would be in the city, giving me a nice view. After sitting down onto the chair, I pull out a cigarette and light it, inhaling the fumes as I look back up into the sky, exhaling the smoke into the stars. Today has been a long day, I needed a smoke.
Anubis…well I guess I can't blame him for half the things he gets into. I notice I've blamed him for everything lately, but I can't really help it when he's been the root of my biggest problems, every time. I want to blame him for missing the shot this morning at training, but my realization that he hadn't fired a gun since he killed my family makes it hard for me to be mad at him. I want to blame him for getting drunk in front of the men that Michelle introduced us to, but the more I thought about the situation, the more I realized Anubis was nervous and had his reasons. I want to blame Anubis, but I can't.
anubis u drunk babey
I roll my eyes as Anubis struggles to hold himself up, latching onto the nearby chairs as he shakes his head nervously.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles, "Can you help me up to the room?" I stress-fully rub my temples before moving to stand next to Anubis, holding him up as we start to walk out.
"Okay, but that doesn't mean I forgive you for getting shit-faced in front of these people. You dragged me into this in the first place."
I lead him down the hall, listening to his grumbling about nearly throwing up as I sigh heavily. Why am I doing this for him? He should learn his lesson. Though, I could tell he was the anxious drunk right now, and I didn't want to leave him like that. It'd fuck him up too much, and I can't mess this job up. That's why I'm doing this.
I eyed Jean carefully as he puffed out a string of smoke. The wind blew the cigarette fumes towards me, enveloping the air around us. He didn't seem to notice me. His scrunched up face told me Jean was deep in thought, but I wondered what he was thinking of. How was he, without me and his family? There had to have been some regret cutting me off like that. There was for me. I tried to stop taking matters into my own hands, but clearly, that hasn't worked out for me whatsoever.
I decided to break the silence, letting Jean know of my presence. "You're here, too, your royal highness? What in the world could be on your mind right now?" That wasn't what I wanted to say at all, but the wine was still controlling my system. However, I couldn't bring myself to drink more water.
GAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
I heard what Jean said, but I didn't really process it. Should I have? Did he say something important? Eventually we arrived at our rooms and Jean helped me open my door before leaving me in my room. I stumbled over to my counter top and grab a bottle of water. I gulp down the whole bottle in hopes it would sober me up. Would it? This water isn't poisoned right? No, they can't poison me. We made a deal. Right? Should I have made the deal? Should I have lied to Jean? Did I lie to Jean? What am I talking about? My lighter. Get my lighter.
I reach into my pocket and flick the little thing on. A flame erupts from the container, which isn't enough to completely disperse my anxiety, but it was enough to stop the overflowing thoughts slightly. I couldn't set anything on fire, and I knew that.
With that, I shoved the lighter in my pocket and grabbed the water bottle, stepping out onto the balcony. We were 34 floors above the ground. The view of the Washington was nothing special. A few green trees with short, white buildings scattered amongst the area. This must have been the tallest building here. The air was slightly humid, with a little breeze rushing through my hair. I fell onto the chair, flicking the lighter on again. I took another swig of water, when I heard the balcony door from Jean's room open.
My eyes fall onto Anubis. How long has he been there? I sigh and sit down onto my chair. I give Anubis a bit of silence to think about what he just said before I respond.
"What do you think?" I snap coldly, placing the cigarette in my mouth and breathing in as I close my eyes slowly, attempting to exhale all the stress with the smoke through my nostrils. Again, I'm being cold to Anubis, but it's not like he doesn't deserve it. The man doesn't even have one thought before he acts, he's still a child. It frustrates me, and I often wonder if there's a reason for that.
heat resistant 400F
I sigh heavily as I approach the balcony railing, leaning my elbows on the top as I gaze up at the sky. Being this high, with not much light surrounding us, the stars were slightly more visible than they would be in the city, giving me a nice view. After sitting down onto the chair, I pull out a cigarette and light it, inhaling the fumes as I look back up into the sky, exhaling the smoke into the stars. Today has been a long day, I needed a smoke.
Anubis…well I guess I can't blame him for half the things he gets into. I notice I've blamed him for everything lately, but I can't really help it when he's been the root of my biggest problems, every time. I want to blame him for missing the shot this morning at training, but my realization that he hadn't fired a gun since he killed my family makes it hard for me to be mad at him. I want to blame him for getting drunk in front of the men that Michelle introduced us to, but the more I thought about the situation, the more I realized Anubis was nervous and had his reasons. I want to blame Anubis, but I can't. Am I afraid to blame him?
I giggle uncontrollably at his usual cold response. "I'm getting this vibe that you're awfully stressed. You know what you need? A good book. And maybe a bath. Why are you stressed anyways? Life is perfect!" I slurred, getting up to lean over the side of the, facing Jean. My arms stretched over the small gap between my terrace and his. Truly, I was lying through my teeth. Life was far from perfect. It was in a car about to fall off a cliff, the slightest movement could mean the end. But, I guess I wasn't alone in the car. Jean was there too, except he wants to murder me.
hey
I eyed Jean carefully as he puffed out a string of smoke. The wind blew the cigarette fumes towards me, enveloping the air around us. He didn't seem to notice me. His scrunched up face told me Jean was deep in thought, but I wondered what he was thinking of. I wondered what he was ever thinking of. He never seemed to let me know, but I learned to figure out his emotions without having him tell me, at least, the very few emotions he let himself feel.
I decided to break the silence, letting Jean know of my presence. "How did it happen, Jean? When did you start to murder?"
I roll my eyes at Anubis, leaning over the balcony to me.
"I'm getting this vibe that you're awfully stressed."
I wonder who's fault that is.
"You know what you need? A good book. And maybe a bath. Why are you stressed anyways? Life is perfect!"
Angry, I stand up and start yelling.
"Christ's sake, Anubis! No it's not, and you know that! You've made my life a living hell and now you have the audacity to come back and try to make things better, but you can't! You fuck everything up, Anubis, you can't do anything without screwing it all up! You can't even fuck up my life without screwing me up so I can't even blame you! Christ, Anubis."
how did u start murder, jean
Upon hearing his voice, I feel my heart drop. How long had he been there? How long did he know I was here? I lean back in the chair and put my hands behind my head, making sure to be careful with the cigarette.
"Started out as a petty fight with a stranger." I utter, looking to the ground as I remember the scene. Her voice, begging him to leave her alone. His demanding and loud words. I couldn't stand it.
"It quickly escalated, but the stud was weaker than I thought. That girl had nothing to be afraid of." I inhale another whiff of smoke as I turn to Anubis, eyeing him as he listened.
"I thought she was going to turn me in, but instead she handed me a handful of cash."
I study Anubis's face. I wish I could turn the question back onto him, but I already knew the answer.
I may have been drunk, but my feelings were still there, and boy-oh-boy were they just stepped on!
But, he was right. He was beyond right, and that's what hurt most. And nothing I could do would make him feel better, or make me feel better. I fucked up and continued to fuck up and the best thing I could possibly do was leave. But, I can't. We were bound by a contract, and who knows how long it would be until I could leave.
Is leaving the right answer? Do I leave Jean again, for the second time? Do friends leave each other?
"I know." I managed to say. I turned around and sat against the railing. I was a coward for not facing Jean, but I couldn't bring myself to show him the random tears that left my eyes. I couldn't bring myself to wipe them either. "I am sorry, Jean. Really."
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So, he started by saving a girl getting harassed, huh? Typical.
"How heroic," I muttered, tossing the lighter gently up and down. I took another sip of water, eyes flickering to Jean whose smoke spiraling out irks me. "You know, I'm kind of proud. You haven't been caught yet. You must be good."
I didn't doubt Jean's ability, but knowing he never had to experience prison provided me with relief. Thank god.
I can feel my heart pumping fast, filling me with rage, and once I realized it, I realized what I had said.
"I know." Anubis muttered, turning around to sit and lean against the railing. There was a moment of silence as the words that came out of my mouth finally processed in my mind.
"I am sorry, Jean. Really." His words float into the air and hang there, banging against my mind and causing a headache. Especially considering the broken voice that came with the words; something I've never heard before, and probably don't ever want to hear again. I'm still as a statue as I look painfully at Anubis's back. I rub my face and run my fingers through my hair, sighing heavily. After a few moments of silence I put out the cigarette and toss it into the trash.
"I know you are." I mutter as I walk back inside to my room, closing the balcony door and getting ready for bed.
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"You haven't been caught yet. You must be good." Anubis utters, tossing his lighter up and down as he gazes at me. I shrug and tilt my head back to stare at the stars. My eyelids grew a little heavy, making me realize how exhausting the day was.
"You of all people would know my ability to conceal."
I sigh, sticking the cigarette into my mouth and turning away from Anubis.
The door shut behind me. I pulled my knees up to my chest and hid my head with my arms. The wine settled, leaving my body aching to the point where I couldn't stand up, so I passed out on the balcony.
I woke up shivering with a major headache. Hangovers were high on my list of things to stay away from, but clearly, I failed. I pulled myself up, despite every muscle in my body screaming not to. The book and the water bottle were left outside.
As soon as I crashed onto my bed, an irritating knock sounded on my door. I groaned and opened the door to the bodyguards. "It's language day. Get the other guy up. End of hallway." They looked at me weirdly, and I realized I was still wearing the same clothes. Too late to change now.
I have to wake Jean up again?
Yes, you shouldn't show off your emotions like that, Anubis. Go be cheerful.
I crept into Jean's room, throwing a tv remote this time.
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"You of all people would know my ability to conceal," Jean replied, tilting his head up.
I chuckled, following his gaze up to the sky.
"Good point," I scoffed. It's silent for a moment. I lean onto the bars, the bars that are so cold they burn into my skin. What the fuck happened to us? Why did we end up here? Cold-blooded killers? Everything was fine, until… I blinked, and a tear slipped down my cheeks.
I turn to Jean, breathing shakily. "I'm so fucking sorry."
I woke up with the sudden realization that Anubis probably knows how to pick a lock. Angry and tired, I grab the remote that fell next to me and throw it back in Anubis' direction, rubbing my head as I grab for my hair tie, putting my hair up again, not bothering to brush it this time. I grab a gray button-up and leave, following the guards to the room. Anubis had already left, so he was sitting in the room, with Michelle and another lady, probably the one who is going to teach us what we need to know. I sigh heavily and take a seat next to Anubis.
tbh i want more pizza
"I'm so fucking sorry." Anubis whispers under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear. Many thoughts ran through my head. What was he apologizing for? I could probably guess, but the problem is there were too many guesses for me to pinpoint what it could be. I furrow my brow and tilt my head back to look at him, curiosity layering my expression.
"For what?" I utter, my breath in my response accompanied by smoke.
Head pounding, I struggled to pay attention to the woman. She spoke in a British accent, talking about how to structure your mouth or something to say certain things. I looked around, wondering if there was any water, but the room was basically empty bar the table. Jean radiated angry energy, and I wondered if every single enraged particle was my fault.
Suddenly, the woman whose name I forgot pulled me out of my thoughts. "Anubis, why don't you try conversing with me first? Then we will see how well Jean can speak, then you two can talk together for the final test." I widened my eyes, slightly dizzy from the headache. Which accent are we even doing?
"Uh-" I rubbed my scar, deciding on a stereotypical and subtle one. "Hello, I'm Anubis, and tea is great." Michelle snickered, and the woman sighed away her laugh. I tugged at my tie, my cheeks burning up. I've always hated acting and accents.
"We'll work on that. A little over-exaggerated, and please do not introduce yourself with tea. Okay, Jean, you try!"
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I let out a sad chuckle and wipe my cheek with my sleeve.
"For what?" I scoffed. "For leaving you. For fucking up your life in the first place. For getting us in this stupid situation, god, Jean, if I hadn't ever met you in church camp maybe we'd be somewhere fucking useful. I'm sorry for being a-" I stopped talking, realizing I might have been spilling too much. My fingers gripped the lighter until my knuckles turned white. I shouldn't have drank.
Ah, shit, I don't want to embarrass myself today. I sigh heavily and mutter,
"My name's Jean White, I'm twenty five years old, I was born in Evansville, Indiana."
From the moment I began speaking, I already knew it was a terrible accent, but it's not like I could fake a perfect accent. I see the lady exhale and close her eyes in an exasperated manner. I want to say something out of my frustration, but I hold back. I'd rather not let Anubis know just how irritated I still am at him.
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"I'm sorry for being a-"
I'm standing, facing Anubis behind the fence on the balcony. He must not have seen me moving as he was too distracted with apologizing for whatever. I interrupted him.
"Anubis." I snap, but my voice had a strangely caring tone in my voice, still remaining the urgency. "Shut the fuck up."
Frankly, I didn't know what to say. Where was this coming from? Probably the countless drinks he had earlier. He was drunk, he wasn't going to remember anything I say right now. There are a few moments of silence as Anubis stares at me, tears still in his eyes despite his attempts to hide them. I was tired, and so was Anubis, so I decided to just mutter the words, "Don't waste your time being sorry."
I bit my tie, trying not to laugh at his ridiculously terrible accent. "Who would've thought Jean, the perfectionist, would suck at accents?" I said, my mind suddenly clicking into a perfected Manchester dialect. The woman gave me a strange look of confusion.
I cleared my throat, headache suddenly gone. "My name is Anubis, I am twenty seven years old, born in Manchester, England," I winked at the last addition. "Jean, tell me, what is your favourite tea, dear?"
did i really spell favorite british way
"Anubis," he said snapping me out of my trance. I turned my head towards him to see he was standing up. "Shut the fuck up. Don't waste your time being sorry."
I blinked at Jean, bewildered by his reaction. "What?" I said quietly. "What are you talking about?" I was starting to feel rather sleepy, but this might be the only chance I get to hear Jean out. Not that I'll, not that I'll remember, but for now, I just needed to hear it. I just needed to know.
I gave Anubis a cold glare, not saying a word. I could feel the eyes of Michelle and the other lady on me, but I was unable to match or even come close to Anubis' accent. I heave a sigh and put my hands on the table.
"Break time, then?"
I chime with the most forced smile I could muster up.
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"What are you talking about?" Anubis's words grew more and more sleepy, turning my attention to my growing headache. I stared at him for a long time before my eyes fell to the concrete floor. I lean to the table, which held an ashtray as I pushed the cigarette into the tray, letting it fall limp as the smoke floats up in a slick line.
"I'm going to sleep. You should too."
I mutter before walking back into my room and closing the door.
The rest of the day consisted of signing papers, taking photos for our fake passports and ID's, and a lot of teasing Jean. We finished everything scheduled for today at around 4, which meant we were allowed to explore the building for the first time. I detoured to our rooms, finally changing out of the dirty suit and into a comfy pair of joggers and a white T-shirt.
We walked through the halls aimlessly for awhile, almost silent if it weren't for the fact that I was humming. I wondered why Jean agreed to explore with me.
Eventually, we ended up in an older part of the building. I ran my fingers along the wall, collecting mounds of dust, when I hit a door knob randomly placed in the wall.
"What the hell?" I turned the door knob, but it didn't budge. No, why would anyone put a secret button door knob you could turn? Anyone would try to turn it. I pushed the door knob and it sunk into the wall. Above us, an attic door swung open with a rope ladder falling onto me. I sent Jean a mischievous smile.
Anubis stopped as his attention was grabbed by yet another thing. I continue walking, assuming whatever he found was pointless and he'll catch up with me soon, but as soon as I hear his "What' the hell?" I turn around and walk up to where he is standing, examining the wall.
"What are you looking a-" Suddenly, an attic door swung open and a rope ladder fell out. My eyes fall to Anubis with curiosity as he smirks deviously. Rolling my eyes, I slowly grab the ladder and climb up into the attic.
I climbed in after Jean, ending up in a small, well-kept room. Clearly, somebody has been in here frequently and recently. There was only a desk by a window and a couple suitcases. Immediately, I rushed to the desk, memorizing where everything was before I sifted through them. Nothing that stood out.
I moved to the suitcase closest to the desk, but I noticed a journal next to it. "Aye, GG, come check this out. It's a diary, let's read it." Jean made his way to me as I opened the diary to the most recent entry.
March 20,
They don't know yet. No one does. Sometimes I think about my past, wondering if I should go back to it. I wonder if they will after this. It's strange to meet people with interests like yours, but it's so refreshing to know you're not alone. I hope they're not smart enough to find out. If they were, they would've known by now. Soon, everything about my plan will piece together perfectly. No one has questioned my presence or my decisions yet. Someone's coming. I am getting anxious by the day.
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"M? Do you think this is Michelle's diary?" I said, glancing at Jean, wondering if he had any idea what we just read.
"Aye, GG, come check this out. It's a diary, let's read it." I approach to where Anubis is standing, with a open book next to him. We read the entry, and my suspicions grow with each word. Who is writing this? Who are they talking about?
"M? Do you think this is Michelle's diary?" Anubis inquires, looking back at me. My eyes widen and I flip to earlier entries, but they're just as vague as the most recent one. Why are they so vague? Why won't they say names?
Realization hits me and I slam the book closed.
"We shouldn't even be here, fix the desk and let's go before anyone catches us." I mutter as I adjust the items that I touched in the room and quickly shuffle to the attic door.
Jean slammed the book, nearly hitting my fingers. ""We shouldn't even be here, fix the desk and let's go before anyone catches us," he said in a panic.
"Since when did you ever care about where we should and shouldn't be?" I muttered, obeying him and cleaning up the desk to it's exact state. We climbed down the ladder, and I pressed the door knob switch, retracting the attic door and ladder.
"What are you two doing here?"
I turned around in a frenzy, begging that no one caught us in the attic. Michelle was standing at the end of the hallway, looking at us curiously. I was about to make up an excuse when Jean stuttered out the worst thing he could possibly ever say. "Making out." My face turned extremely red, as I resist the urge to strangle him.
"Uh, yeah," I say, reaching my arm around Jean's side. "Didn't the bodyguards tell you? We're - er - dating!"
Michelle raises her eyebrows. "Maybe you should, do that in your room, boys. People walk the halls every day, wouldn't want anyone to catch you, right?" she says, eyes flickering to the door knob, then the attic room, and back to us.
"Of course, apologies."
