Living With Him

Twenty-five: How Would You React?

I stared at my left hand after stretching.

The engagement ring—or should I say fake engagement ring—stared back at me with a pompous glimmer as it reflected the morning light outside.

"You may be all pretty and glittery, but you can never threaten the existence of my freedom" I glared at it.

"You shouldn't talk to inanimate objects, it can never defend itself."

I suddenly sat up upon hearing my fake fiancé's voice.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as I brushed my hair away from my face with my hand.

"I'm not sure," he shrugged as he leaned on the bed post. "About five to ten minutes."

I shook my head at him before checking my phone. It said '21 missed calls' all from Audrey.

"You really should stop doing that" I said as I typed a message for Audrey.

I wonder what made her try to call me twenty-one times.

"Stop doing what?"

I looked at him after sending the text and said, "That whole my-name-is-Edward-Cullen-and-I-have-weird-and-creepy-stalker-tendencies-I'll-watch-you-sleep-at-night-and-make-you-think-it's-sweet thing."

The tower of the house stared somewhere as if I gave him something to think about.

He looked at me after a few seconds and smirked.

"You have this weird way of explaining things. It's like you never run out of references."

"Yep" I stretched a little and slid off the bed. "People of fandoms will never run out of references, gifs and memes—especially the Supernatural fandom. We always have something for everything."

"I didn't get what you just said, but I think it's important to you so I'll go ahead and say okay."

I turned to him and smiled as I opened the closet door.

"I don't know what you tried to say, but I think it's sort of sweet—forced, but sweet."

He didn't say anything after that. I don't even know why I walked in the closet. As soon as I got in there, I ended up staring at the clothes hanging inside. I don't know how long I stayed there but I soon gave up when the silence became too much for me to bear.

I planted my hands on my waist and looked at him. My pretend lover looked back at me as he sat on the sofa.

"What brings you here anyway?" I asked. "What gave you the idea to go Edward Cullen on me?"

"You told me you want to have go see a movie with me, yesterday" he answered coolly.

"I thought we'd do that in the evening so we can have dinner too" I said as I closed the closet behind me.

I folded my arms in front of me when I remembered that I still didn't have my bra on—I was reminded when I noticed him looking at my chest.

"We ought to celebrate" he shrugged before looking away. "We are engaged, after all."

"So what do you plan to do?" I asked as I sat near him.

The skyscraper version of Edward Cullen—or maybe I should say Carlisle since he's got golden hair—rubbed his finger on his lips while thinking. Oh wait, maybe I should label him as a Lannister and not a Cullen. He does have the hair. But then he doesn't have the 'I love you like a brother: Cersei approves' attitude.

"I told Michael you said yes, and he wants us to meet him and some of our friends at Chocolate Bar tonight. We have to do the movie thing earlier and convert the dinner to brunch."