Apathetic Boy

22.

Angel

"Be careful, don't drop anything. I don't want the car dirty." I say as Beau was finishing his food.

"I won't. I'm a clean eater." He says. "Do you want me to feed you, since you are driving?" He suggest.

"Sure." I say, switching lanes. "Why didn't you get a drink?" He asked looking in the bag.

"I have my drink back here," I say, keeping my eyes on the road but digging in my bag. Which I pull out a small bottle of whiskey.

"You aren't going to drink and drive." He looks at me. "It's 8 am!" He states.

"It's a small bottle! And I'm going to need this, since I have to drive for a couple hours." I say twisting open the bottle.

"Exactly why you can't drink!" He snatches the bottle from me.

"Seriously, I can handle my alcohol-" I was cut off when Beau shoved a piece of toast in my mouth.

"Eat. And drive. And listen to the music. No drinking." He says, turning up the radio which had classical music on.

"Fine." I roll my eyes, chewing.

"So, where are we going?" Beau asked.

"We are on our way to the hotel. Where we'll drop off our things, then we'll be getting a tour of the property. And possibly have food after settling in. Which that'll conclude today. Then tomorrow we'll be having breakfast, then we'll go to the beach, dinner, then clubbing and then have Rojo's birthday surprise." I say, him putting another piece of toast after I was done talking.

"Wow.. that's wow. How did you do all of this in a short time span?" He ask, cutting my food into pieces.

"I had some people who pulled strings for me." I shrug.

"You are amazing." He says in awe. I look at him, which he was looking at me already.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, really." He does an airplane to me. Which I open my mouth slightly, chuckling at his childish behavior.

He licks his own lips as I bite down.

"I-i don't think it's a good idea that I feed you." He stutters.

"It was your idea?" I say, driving again, There was a traffic jam, I didn't just randomly stop in the middle of the highway.

"Yes, yes I know. But then I just remembered that you are you. And you look gorgeous by literally doing anything." He says, dipping pieces into syrup.

"I'm eating, nobody looks good while eating." I say.

"You say that with syrup oozing out the side of your mouth. Making your lips look sweeter than they already do." He says, not making eye contact.

"Then wipe it off my face." I say, leaning towards him keeping my eyes on the road.

He shuffles through the plastic bag, looking for napkins.

"I don't think they gave us napkins." He says.

"Just wipe it off my face, before I get sticky-sticky." I say. Which he placed his hand on the left side of my face, bringing me a little bit closer, licking the syrup off my face.

Making me jerk in my seat. I placed my hand on my face and looked over to him then back at the road.

"What was that about?!" I whispered yelled at him.

"Why are you whispering? You didn't want your face to be sticky, and we didn't have napkins." He said.

"You can't just do that! You'll send me into cardiac arrest." I huff.