𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲

Chapter 15: Flustered

"Are we eavesdropping, darlin'?" You shrieked as a sudden whisper from your ear caused you to break eye contact with Thomas and Bubba, your gaze now fixed on Luda Mae's appearance. Wasn't she just talking to those mortals over there? "I-I apologize, I didn't mean to."

"I suppose it's fine, would you like to meet them?" She asked. "I guess that won't hurt..." You smiled awkwardly, trying to be as polite as possible. "Don't worry dear, they're nice. Don't get worked up about it." She said, flashing you another of her irresistible smiles. "Come here, Thomas, Bubba!"

A tall man wearing a muzzle stood in front of you and Luda Mae before you could blink. Bubba, his younger brother, stood behind him. You examined his appearance and features; he is neither attractive nor unattractive. You think he's pretty good. "This is Thomas." She patted his shoulder and you waved at him; Thomas waved back, not wanting to be rude. His lips tugged upwards, and he gave you a small shy smile.

"Bubba, come here and show yourself to our customer." Then you saw a man who looked like Thomas but was much smaller. "I'm guessing you're both brothers, perhaps...?" You questioned, the boys stared at you, waiting to be called a monster, and gave you a small nod. Before leaving the room, she said, "Well, I'll go back to my respective places; you three hang out for a while!" You sat there in silence, unsure of what to say next.

You decided to introduce yourself because your anxiety had completely taken over. It would be impolite not to. "All right, I'm F/N. F/N L/N." You said, shaking both of your hands, which were completely soaked in sweat. Your gaze is fixed on the ground, waiting for your next move. Michael stood in front of you, glaring at Thomas, before they could shake hands with yours. Michael had no trouble because they were almost the same height.

You were standing behind him, your eyes widening. Did he really just teleport? For someone like you, his incredible speed is unbeatable. If you were one of his victims, you'd be dead.

"Michael!" You exclaimed, grabbing his forearm and stopping him in his tracks. "What do you think you're doing?" You half-heartedly asked the silent killer, his head tilting to the side as he poked your chest with his finger; the brothers, on the other hand, were perplexed. Were you both a couple? The idea of you and Michael making out was a no-no.

"I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU FOR ALMOST HALF AN HOUR, AND THIS IS WHERE YOU WERE? BRAHMS WOULD BE TOTALLY DISAPPOINTED." He wrote, looking agitated. "Since when have you cared about Brahms?" You asked as you led him to the door.

"I'm sorry, but we have to leave right now; I hope we can meet again." You said as you waved and smiled at them. Both brothers were stunned; their fantasies had obliterated reality, causing Luda Mae to headbutt them both.

"We'll meet again on a sunny day..." The boys thought before returning to their jobs; clearly, you were the only thing on their minds at the time. Were you a divinely sent angel? Were you a gift from God as a result of their efforts?

Meanwhile, Brahms was sulking on the floor in the corner of the room, wondering when you'd come back so he could properly apologize for what he'd done. The mansion's hallways were filled with the sound of a child crying. He read the note you left for him, but it was insufficient to persuade him. He'd give the outside world a chance because he was curious about it. Maybe he'll agree in a few weeks? He only wanted to be with you and explore the outside world. "So, please return to me."

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You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at whatever caught your attention. Michael follows your footsteps from behind, perplexed as to why you were annoyed by his interruption. Were you annoyed because you were conversing with those boys? Oh, you're so bold. You deserve a punishment for being such a bad girl, don't you?

When the mansion was visible, you dashed towards it, leaving Michael pondering what kind of punishments he would administer. Why can't you see that you were only his? You slammed the front door shut, only to be greeted by Brahms, who was sulking on the floor like a baby. Is he still waiting for you after all these hours?

When you extended your hand to pet his head, Brahms was startled and grabbed you by the wrist, pinning you to the floor. "Brahms?" you yelled at him, and he let go of your grip and began to calm down; Michael, now towering over the two of you and clutching his bloody kitchen knife, tried to keep from killing Brahms right there on the spot.

The silent assailant grabbed your wrist and yanked you behind him. "So, what's up...?" You attempted to lighten the mood, but Brahms was not amused. In silence, he stared at both of you, a glaring match with Michael beside you.

"Considering that it's almost 12:00 p.m., would you like to have lunch?" You asked, his eyes meeting yours and giving you a nod. He was behind you, hugging your waist, for Brahms. You jumped and sighed before placing your hand on your chest. You decided not to bring up Brahms because you knew you had forgiven him.

The mansion was unusually quiet, and you despised it to the point of death. Brahms grunted at the food, clearly disliking it. "What's the matter, Brahms? You don't like it?" You asked as he gave you a short nod. "Well, what would you like?" You questioned, slowly raising his head and looking at Michael, who was already staring at him. He finally looked into your soft eyes and smiled.

"I'd like bruschetta, please." He murmured, your face puzzled. You moved your chair closer to his and asked, "Please come again?" "Please, bruschetta." He said again, but this time louder. Michael gave you a worried look behind his mask as he handed you water as you choked on your rice. "Thanks." You said quietly as you chugged the water down your throat.

"That's a fancy lunch, isn't it...?" You chuckled, but were met with silence from Brahms, who gave you an irk mark on the forehead. "Alright..I guess I'll find a way." You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen. "Please come and assist me after you've finished your meal." You said, and he was standing behind you in seconds.

"Please, refrain yourself from doing that." You said, and Michael only tilted his head to the side, not quite understanding what you were saying, eventually shrugging and waiting for your orders. "Please get some toasted bread and olive oil." You said as you gathered the remaining ingredients. He nodded and followed your instructions. "Kindly peel the tomatoes." You said without looking at him as you brought out 2 quarts of water to boil.

After that, preheat the oven to 450°F. You made shallow cuts in a cross pattern at the tip ends of the tomatoes while the water was heating. It was the simplest way to remove it.

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You wiped the sweat from your brow, and the meal was finally ready. Michael was not having any of it. He expected something in return for assisting you, but all he got was nothing?! Brahms was going about his business. You handed the plate to Brahms, who quietly expressed his gratitude. On the other hand, Michael dragged you into the living room. His arms were on your waist and his eyes were locked on yours.

You flushed profusely, your hands resting on his shoulders, perplexed as to why he was acting strangely. He lifted his mask without hesitation, allowing you to see his lips in full. He pressed his lips against yours as he leaned in closer. His lips were soft, and when they met yours, your cheeks turned a deep crimson.

He exited the leaving room completely in a few minutes, leaving you stunned with a flustered face. You quickly touched your lips once you regained your senses. Your mouth was open wide as you hid your face in your hands, embarrassed.

As he watched you roll around the couch, Brahms wondered aloud, "What the fuck just happened?" He eventually grew tired of watching and called it a day.