The Protected One

Confrontation

FRANKIE

I screamed as I felt my vision blur and a thick cloth cover my face

I struggled to breathe as I hear laughing.

Wait a minute. Is that?

I angrily snatch the cloth from my face to see him laughing.

"Screw you, Leo! I yell while trying to hide my laugh.

"Oh come on, I know you missed me," he smiles while opening his arms.

I roll my eyes as I embrace him.

"I thought I was being kidnapped," I say.

"Yeah, you are dumb enough to get yourself kidnapped," he snorts.

"Sure whatever." I smile.

"Could you imagine your life without me? I mean seriously, think about it, how miserable would you be?" He smiles feeling proud of himself.

"Honestly, I think I'd be happier," I nod my head.

"Oh please just admit it," he wraps one arm around my shoulder.

"I definitely add the much-needed spice into your life," he chuckles.

We continue to walk through the hotel's resort section.

"Spice? What spice could you possibly add to my life? As far as I'm concerned you've made my life a living hell," I clarify.

"Whoa whoa whoa would you say protecting you on a daily basis is hell?" He questions. "Yes," I answer.

"Oh shut up." He rolls his eyes.

"Like Anyway what time is our flight back to Los Angeles? I ask.

"Dumbass, you don't know your own flight? He asks.

"To be honest, I never do until the day of," I say.

He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"God you're so useless," he says.

"Yeah, whatever." I dismiss him.

We continue walking through the resort taking in the beautiful sight before us.

"I love Washington. I'd stay here forever if I could." I sigh.

"Please shut up. It was so peaceful before you decided to open your mouth," he rubs his chin.

I scoff and playfully shove him.

"So how was the banquet or meeting or whatever," he asks.

I shrug my shoulders.

"Pretty much the same. Nothing good really happened," I say.

He nods his head in understanding.

"What are your plans for today?" He asks.

"Don't really have any," I shrug.

He glances at me suspiciously.

"Alright, Frankie what's wrong?" He asks.

I look up to meet his glance.

"Nothings wrong. I'm just tired," I fake stretch a bit.

He stares at me for a bit.

"Come on Frankie we both know somethings up," he says more seriously this time.

"Nothings up. I'm fine," I answer.

He stares at me for a bit longer before nodding his head.

"Okay. If you say so then I believe you," He says.