@p3ncil
"They say you're crazy."
"Well, they're not wrong."
"They say you're crazy."
"Well, they're not wrong."
"They also say I'm crazy to be here with you."
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"But what do they know? I may just be crazier than you."
His eyes frantically played across the blank walls, throwing glances anywhere except for directly at me.
I grabbed is chin and turned it so he was forced to stare into my eyes. "I'm crazier."
"I highly doubt that"
He mumbles something as I let go. "What was that, sir," I say sarcastically.
"I'm not even supposed to be here," he repeated, grumbling. He fumbled with something metallic in his pocket.
"And yet here you are," I replied grinning
"See? Crazy?" He cursed as the object obscured in his pocket still slipped out of his nervous fingers.
I bend down and pick it up for him, the cool metal heavy in my hand. "You dropped this." I say, handing it to him.
"No, it simply changed owner." He looked at me for the longest time. "I suppose it's yours now, darlin'"
His eyes were keeping a secret, one that he shouldn't have to keep, but shouldn't have to tell. "If you're here, you're crazy for a reason."
"And what might you be here for then?" I grinned slyly.
"And why would I tell you?"
"Well, wouldn't it just be crazy to do so?"
"Touche." His gaze washed over me like a winter breeze–chilling, yet exciting. Leaning in close, he murmured into my ear, "I'm here to kidnap you….I mean, I could just take you out to dinner instead, but where's the fun in that?"
"I'd prefer some food, if that's okay with you," I say leaning away from him.
Honestly, I didn't mind being kidnapped if it meant getting out of this dreadfully boring dump. Bring on the blindfolds, I guess.
He smirked at me, then said, "Maybe some other time when I'm not being paid to do this," He then leaned in close, breath tingling on my ear as he whispered, "You would be delightful company."
"Paid to do what now?" I ask, nervousness rising in my body.
He hugs me and whispers into my ear "Kidnap you and holding you for ransom" I feel panic "Then why don't you do it, Sir?" i ask nervously.
"Oh, I'm simply waiting for the right time." he mumbled, then let out a laugh.
"What if the right time has passed, Sir?" i question him suspiciously.
"Trust me," he said, "it hasn't."
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