Leo

Chapter 5- A Hot Mess

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Miraculously, after the shower I'm able to find my way back to the room I'd stayed in. I'd been so focused on Leo's face that I hadn't payed the most attention to the number of doors we were passing on the way to the bathroom.

It's still hard to believe this is really happening. I've met Leonardo DiCaprio, (I showered in his bathroom for goodness sake!) and now he was even making me breakfast. This is the kind of stuff I used to dream off.

Back in the bedroom, Leo had put a plaid t-shirt and skinny jeans on the bed for me to wear. He realized even before I did that of course, all I had to wear was that dirty dress... It's crazy how thoughtful he is.

The skinny jeans were really tight, but somehow I manage to squeeze them on. The shirt however, upon examination was huge. It must be *gulp* his!? I glance around to see if there is somehow anyone watching me and then smell the shirt. Yup. Smells like men's aftershave and fabric softener. Smells like heaven.

After buttoning the shirt all the way to the collar, I tucked the shirt into the pants. The pants... Where did he get such a small size? My curiosity was too much so I looked over my shoulder as I pulled down the jeans to look at the label.

Light and Thin
Size 3

These are womens jeans... Why would he have these?

I try to recall if he is married. I don't have to think about it for long. Of course not! I may not be as big of a fan as I was in high school, but I would have definitely heard about him getting married, and I definitely would had spent a night eating a whole carton of ice cream.

But the shampoo! I realize that when I was taking that long, relaxing bath I had grabbed the only available shampoo... And it was definitely for females. I think back to it, and it had said something like Pantene Shampoo: Two in One. Why did Leo have these things?

I have a crazy thought... What if this was some kind of freaky sex house where Leonardo could kidnap young girls to force against their will, far away from the cameras and knowledge of the public!? While I wouldn't really mind if this was the case, still I would have to get out of here. I don't want to die! I still have my midterms to take!

I know I know. I'm probably crazy. But a girl can dream right?

On my way down the white, marble staircase to the kitchen I realize that the reason I must be having all these scatter-brained thoughts must be because I'm so dehydrated.

At the bottom of the stairs, I take a moment to look at my surroundings. This is real life. I crane my neck towards the mega-high ceiling and see a beautiful skylight and to my left and right at the smooth, glassy walls. I take several quick deep breaths and decide to do something the normal Christina would never do if she weren't so hungover and sleep deprived.

I won't be anxious and judgmental and nerdy. I'll be laid back and interesting.

I walk towards where I think the kitchen is and I immediately hear the scraping of a fork on a metal pan. I cringe, it's literally my least favorite sound ever.

But I push myself and I walk into the gigantic kitchen. "Leo, hey!" He was currently pushing an omelette onto a crystal plate, already covered with fruit salad and a croissant.

"Christina! I was wondering what was keeping you." He keeps his back to me as he places the plate onto a sparkling kitchen table set for two. The oak chairs are facing each other on each end of the table, with an expensive vase holding a strangely unfamiliar flower in between them.

But when Leonardo finally turns to face me and gives me that million dollar-bright white-smile I can't do it. I can't keep my cool.

"Thank you again, so so much for taking me in like this. And for the food..." I glance longingly at the table. "You really didn't have to do any of this for me."

Leo just gives me a small smile and shakes his head. "You can stop thanking me. Really. I've got to eat anyway, no big deal to make one extra plate. And I'm glad to have the company."

"But I'm a stranger to you, for all you know I could be a dangerous criminal!"

"If you'll just sit down," He has already put a napkin on his lap and is gesturing to the chair with his fork. "Then I'll ask you some questions and you won't be a stranger anymore."

I plan to reject the meal again and tell him I really ought to be getting home to study for my exams. But when my stomach growls again and I notice a shimmering glass filled to the brim with clear water, I don't seem to have control over my body as my legs bring me quickly to the opposite chair and my hand reaches out to grab the silk napkin next to my plate.