Gun x Reader: I'm normal

19. Vroom

"Ohhh! Okay." I scribbled down as Gun explained math to me.

I glanced at the notes he had written.

His handwriting sure is... unique!

It's very... okay, it kinda sucks.

"That's still wrong." Gun read my answer.

"HUH!? But you said!"

"I said they x equals-"

My head was spinning.

We've been here for hours and have only gotten through three questions.

"So... is it 38?"

"No."

I held my head and groaned.

Then I shut the book.

"I'll do this later."

"No, let's finish it. We only have 5 questions left." Gun opened the book again.

After about an hour and a few angry tears being shed, I started at my finished homework.

"I did it..."

"Um, I think you mean WE did it."

I looked at him and smiled.

"Thank you! Ima call you Bunny from now on!"

"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow.

I nodded with a smile.

"I like Bunnies, so you should feel honored! Plus, it rhymes with your name!"

He stared at me with a contemplating face.

"You're gonna hit me, aren't you?" I grinned.

"Considering it." He said and I stretched.

"Wait, so this is the break, right?"

"No, that's the-"

"Ah!" We shot forward in the car and I hit the correct pedal this time.

"Hehe... oops!"

Gun started at me.

Driving is actually kinda easy!

"To wide, you're gonna hit-"

"Shit!"

I hit a small Cupid state.

I jumped out of the car and looked over the damages.

There was only a small scratch on the bumper.

"I don't think I wanna drive anymore." I frowned.

"It's fine."

After a few hours of driving, we entered his mansion.

"Do you want water, a snack, alcohol?" Gun took off his coat.

"Water is fine.

"I'll be right back."

I nodded and looked around.

I walked over and looked at the books and movies on the self.

A lot of these are Japanese.

I accidentally dropped a book so I knelt down to pick it up.

Pride and prejudice?

I flipped through the book and noticed a paper sticking out.

I turned to the section and unfolded it.

Oh, it's a drawing!

Did Gun draw this?

It's really good.

There was some messy writing in Japanese and I tilted my head wondering what it said.

I put the drawing back and looked through the bottom section of the shelf.

These movies all look like they have to do with gangs, wars and fighting.

I'm more into stupid little romcoms myself.

I don't know. There's just something about love that I love.

Ring!

I looked at my phone and saw Daniel was calling.

"Hiya, you've reached the sexline, where all your craziest and wettest dreams come true." I purred.

"Uh.... Sorry, wrong number."