Bodyguard

Where's The Other Half?

I was about to ask Tristan where the key was when he suddenly handed it to me. 

I excitedly unlocked the door and swung it open, only to have my excitement ripped out of me, metaphorically of course.

"What the hell is this?!,"I demanded, looking around. 

I had an office, but it was so gray and dull. 

The only furniture here was a desk and a wooden chair. It looked like the dullest, most ordinary person vomited all over the place.

"What do you mean?,"Tristan frowned, casually putting his hands in his pockets.

"I MEAN, why is it so dull and boring in here?! What kind of office is this?!,"I incredulously asked.

"Sorry, we didn't have time to make this office 'worthy' of your use,"Tristan said, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"Oh, I'll make it worthy. Best believe that, Darlin',"I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Well, enjoy,"Tristan said, about to walk out. 

I grabbed his forearm and pulled him back in.

"Whoa, there, pal. I'm staying in your office until this monstrosity is fixed,"I said. 

Tristan scoffed and started laughing his ass off.

"I'm sorry, but nobody stays in my office,"Tristan said, suddenly turning serious.

"But... I'm your girlfriend,"I sweetly smiled at him, batting my eyelashes. 

"Ugh, you make me sick,"Tristan sneered, taking my hand and pulling me out of my office with him.

"Aww! That's TOO sweet!,"I squealed sarcastically.

"I know I am,"Tristan smirked.

"Ugh, cocky isn't your color, Sugar,"I rolled my eyes. 

He led me into his office and I looked around. 

His walls were all white and the had white carpet on his floor. He had a white desk with a matching white stylish chair. He even had white file cabinets and a white bookshelf with white books, and don't forget the white flatscreen in the middle of the wall.

"Why is everything white?,"I asked, frowning.

"I don't know, I just really like the color. It feels... clean,"Tristan exhaled, looking around as well.

"You're weird,"I said, sitting at his desk.

"And you're trespassing,"Tristan pulled me out of his chair. 

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in,"Tristan called, taking a seat in his chair. 

The door opened and in came a blue haired girl with black eyes.

"Good morning, Tristan,"she said. 

Her hair was cut in a bob and she was about average height with high cheekbones. She seemed to have a teenage taste of style since she wore a black and white flower patterned skater girl skirt, black combat boots, and a black tank top with a white blazer that matched her skirt.

"Here are the files you asked for,"she said, presenting him with a stack of files.

"Thank you, and please meet my girlfriend, Phoenix,"Tristan gestured towards me. 

The blue haired girl turned and finally noticed me standing there.

"Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. My name is Cameron,"Cameron smiled, holding her hand out for me to shake.