Chapter 3: The Greek God Agents
Monday morning was a miracle. No, I'm not goanna be like 'I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON,YOU ALARM! HOW DARE YOU WAKE ME UP!' actually, before even the disaster, I was a morning person. As for the miracle, it was that I had slept past 9'o clock. Miracle why? Well, as I explained I was always a morning person and then after the disaster, the nightmares were my nighty-night buddies. So.....yeah! They didn't let me sleep.
Now, here's a thing about the miracle. It was by no means good. If your memory is sharp, you might remember important things like the guests you have coming to your house, especially when they are the FBI. So, because of this miracle, I woke up to the screaming of my mother.
I jumped awake, looking around trying to find the source of voice that was calling out my name. As soon as I realized that the voice was of my dear mother, I was on my feet running towards the drawing room.
"Sh*t, sh*t!" My breathe stopped and my body freezes at the sight revealed- my mother being held by my father, who was having a troubled look on his face, a group of five people standing awkwardly, wearing a jacket type thingy with FBI written on it and were pinned by my mother's ferocious glare. At the sound of my harsh gasps, all heads turned towards my direction, looking at me crazy.
Damn, remind me to never wear tweety night suit ever. My mother turned towards me, walking more like running. For a moment, I considered running back to my room but, before I could, I was being hugged by my mother.
"Baby, they're here to take you away," she said crying. I nodded towards her sadly, before being held by my father, who repeatedly kissed my forehead muttering apologies to me.
Seeing the new arrivals awkwardness, I decided to separate myself from my parents, who tried to cling to me again failing. "I suppose, you're here to take me?"
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Sighing, I leaned against the spacious van, and started fiddling with my maroon dress. I won't give you the pain to know how I came out of my house, trying to keep Dabby away from the agents and making my parents stop crying which was difficult, as I had been crying too.
Till now, I had no idea even about these agent's names. But, by their actions and expression, they seemed very friendly, exception being the intelligent-looking, tall and not exactly thin agent. His face was really like a rock. But, a hot and swoon worthy one. To be honest, every agent in this team was gorgeous. Apparently there were two women- one was blonde, while the other one was brunette. The blonde one, had short and cropped hair while the other one had long, straight ones. The brunette had sharp and defined features and same for the blonde but, they both still had an innocent look in their eyes. The blonde had light blue eyes and the brunette had brown eyes.
For the three men, let's start with the rock one- he had a tall body with not an absolutely Zac Efferon body but, still had a fit body with somewhat stretched, shiny face and black hair. His eyes were also black, matching his mysterious personality but, one look in his eyes made me believe that there was a story behind that mask.
Second comes the more jovial man, who I assume is Allen advocating by his laughing lines and killer smile. He had ear length dark blonde hair, which had waves in it and brown eyes that had a charismatic glow in them. Although he had a young and not-with- many-features face, his own imperfections were attractive. He also did not have that Zac Effron body and compared to the other men, had a tall and thin body, with muscles that could be seen when he flexed his arms. However, even after his jovial lines, I somehow saw the faint frown lines too. His frown lines and dark circles caused my mind to think about him as a body reader.
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