My Guardian Angel

4: Why can't I just trust him?

I moved my head slowly to the music I was listening to as I drew in my drawing book. Just like cooking, drawing was another hobby I loved, and I'm quite weird at it too - I talk to my drawing book, which is weird, and I loved to draw a mother-daughter picture most of the time, which is weird for other people - but not for me, because the only thing I'm missing in my life is my mom, her care. At least by looking at the pictures, I get a reassurance that my mom is somewhere here, protecting me without letting me see her.

A little pain shot through my finger again when it touched the edge of the book.

Thankfully, it was the finger on my right hand that got burnt, and I'm a left handed person, so I've got no problem for drawing or doing anything else.

The whiff of delicious pasta entered my nose and I realized that it must be completely ready by now. Jasper had sent me away from the kitchen when I began to tell him to do this, do that, do this, all in my way. He was trying to add more ingredients to the pasta and I wasn't much okay with that, considering that he too was starting to make a mess around the cooktop. His ego refused to accept that his so-called 'potential' wasn't working anymore and that I was required there to make everything tidied up. However, he refused to that and sent me back to the living room, fearing that in the rush, I might burn myself again or something worse.

"June, just let me do this! I'm not letting you cook today again, not with that burnt hand."

"It's just a burn! I didn't break my bone, Jasper!"

He takes my physical problems more seriously - for absolutely no reason - than even my dad does! I mean, dad just doesn't have time to take care of it except if it gets that serious or if he's free. That's what I said, I want my privacy and I can take care of my physical and emotional problems. I don't want either my dad or a bodyguard to take care of all that, thus destroying my privacy and getting into my business unnecessarily. At least dad was too busy to notice all my growing teenage problems - but Jasper definitely will and is starting to notice all that, including the skipping-food problem. He observes me a lot, like a lot, and I think he does doubt something about me regarding my unusual tiredness.

"Go to the living room right now, June."

"I refuse to -"

"I don't care if you do"

Before I knew it, he had pushed me out of the kitchen and shut the door harshly, showing how stern he was. "Ha, gotcha!" He called out from behind.

I flushed in anger at his comment and stomped hard on the floor, "You dumb, stupid, ugh -"

And that's how it ended - with me not getting enough names to call him with while he heard all that with a mocking laugh. Then, I stomped again, huffed, and sat on the couch in defeat.

Plugging off my headphones, I was about to keep my book down when Jasper came to my side with two plates in his hands.

"Your dinner is ready, miss," he said dramatically, keeping one of the plates on the table infront of me grandly and giving me a quick salute. I smelled it and took it, ready to dig in. My eyes widened after tasting it, partially in shock and partially in a little bit of... jealousy? That pasta came out better than when I was the one cooking it. And that's not supposed to happen, considering that I've learnt to make it for all these years while he rarely ever did it.

"Whoa...," Jasper said suddenly, causing me to turn to him, "Can I see that?"

He pointed to the drawing book, which laid open on my side, with my latest drawing of a scene from a movie drawn in it. It was the scene from the movie we had watched some time ago, the romance movie. Somehow, that scene had popped into my mind again and I felt the need to draw it, maybe as a way to get rid of it from my mind and keep looking at it. And it turned out somewhat better than I expected it to be, considering that I draw such movie scenes less.