bodyguard - ON HOLD

7 - You know what you're doing, right?

more chaos :)

im sorry but enjoy

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Emilio's pov | Tuesday, 11:13am

"Would you recognize me if I just walked past you?" He asks me, Camila, the woman his parents want him to marry, by his side.

"If I didn't know you, I wouldn't. You need cheaper shoes and a few holes in the hoodie, just in the sleeve right above your wrist," She puts in her input, looking back down to his right hand that she holds in her left.

She's covering the back of his hands in foundation, hiding his tattoos. She already did his face, changing his skin tone a bit, but not too much, and doing her best to change him.

"I'd recognize you simply because I've known you for many years, but like miss Camila said, if I didn't know you, I wouldn't," I add, doing my best to get images of the blonde Swede out of my head.

"Just don't talk too loudly, or if you do, try to change your voice a bit. Maybe a French accent. Wait, the next time your parents try to get us to get married, use a really bad accent, that's a mix between many different ones, whenever you speak. They will, hopefully, stop after that. If they don't stop, well, we will continue ignoring them," She says, all of us laughing by the end.

She's one of Damian's few friends, and the only one that his parents like, and they want the two to get married. I find it quite disgusting, as do they, since they might as well be siblings.

"That's amazing, I will do that. Emilio, you've been distracted the entire time you've been here, meet a girl or something?" He asks, and Camila stops instead of continuing to dab his hand with some puffy makeup tool.

"You finally meet a girl‽ I need someone else around here, not a kid or someone much older," Camila mumbles, going off in Italian.

"Kid, neither of us care if you go off talking about something else, but we're in a bit of a rush." I say, catching her attention once again.

"See, this is why none of us can be single. We always get distracted."

"I think I've been good at not getting distracted, but you two..." Damian says, a smirk on his face.

"That is not true! It's your fault, you always say or do something."

"You're getting distracted right now," He replies, a smirk on his face.

"Bro, you're literally seventeen, we won't listen to you until you're eighteen, so you got a few months."

I leave the room, not wanting to listen to them fight. I quickly find Vivienne and help her with making soup for supper.

"I'm guessing they're fighting?" She asks, shooting me a knowing look.

"Yeah, over little things. Can't say I'm surprised, they fight more than they talk," I say, and although it's not true, we both laugh.

"And Damian's parents still want them to get married," She rolls her eyes, hating them for that. "They can't force them to get married. It's ridiculous, and Damian's seventeen. For goodness sake, he's a minor! He does more than he should be doing already, and they shouldn't continue pushing that on those two," She tells me, knowing that I know those things, but a reminder helps.

"I avoid them, it was, and still is for the next few months, hard to do my job as a bodyguard when they act like they do. They really don't do much for both Damian and Evelyn, and it's stupid, they're their parents, but we can't do anything without making it worse."