The Great Pumpkin {{9}}
"Your boyfriend is creepy." Leo looks at his cell as he talks about Vincent.
"Ex-boyfriend." I correct.
"He's still weird. When he shook my hand his hands were freezing. And his eyes turned really dark. Is he a fairy?" He looks over at me.
"No," I say absentmindedly. He's not a fairy at all.
"Then what is he?" Leo quirks an eyebrow.
"Uh. A thing." I shake my head. Leo lounges in my desk chair as I tidy things in my office. "Gary!" I yell. The small boy runs in.
"Yes miss?" He stutters. The stout boy runs bright red.
"Did you get my dry cleaning?" I cross my arms over my chest and walk closer to the a more terrifying affect.
"Yes, miss," he stutters.
"Did you get Leo's suit from the seamstress?" Gary's face falls.
"No miss." Gary avoids eye contact.
"Then go," I sigh. He stands there for a moment. I don't want to be the dragon lady, but it's almost like he wants me to be. "Now!" I yell. The poor kid looks like he's gonna cry and he runs out of the office.
It's a love-hate relationship.
"You're a bitch." Leo laughs.
"Keep it up and I'll turn you into a frog." I glare at him.
I'm stressing about the plan tonight. It's the night of the ball. In T minus 5 hours until we have to be there. At the ball. Ready to party. All dressed and pretty like. More importantly, I have make sure Diana falls for Leo. If not, then I'm screwed.
So, so, screwed.
*********
"Please start. Please start. Oh come on." I beg my car. I haven't used it in years, but I feel it's necessary to drive Leo there. I always drive my people to their place. I turn the key one more time; it starts then dies.
I've been at this for an hour.
I dig around for my cell phone and dial the only person who would willingly let me borrow their car.
Gary.
Oh dear God, let him answer.
********
Another hour later, I pull up to Leo's house. The car ride was not pleasant.
The stereo was broken and only played a Russian talk show. My seat belt was made from a bungee chord. There was only one windshield wiper and the heating wouldn't turn on, so now I'm a Popsicle.
I walk to the barn and knock on the door. Leo opens the door and he looks amazing. He shaved his five o'clock shadow, got a hair cut and looks very sharp in the suit.
"I thought it was a black and white ball?" He looks down at my dress. I push past him and head to his mirror.
"It is." I say. He raises a questioning brow. "My clutch is black." I smile. "Oh an my mask. Here is yours." I hand him his white mask. It covers majority of his face. Think Zoro, not Phantom of the Opera.
"You look good." I smile. I look back at the mirror, fixing my makeup.
"All thanks to you." He mumbles.
"Well." I flip my hair over my shoulder. "Of course. Let's hit the road jack." We walk to the car and Leo freezes in his place.
"What is with the crap car?" He points to the clown car in his driveway.
YOU ARE READING
Fairy Godmother for Hire
HumorI'm sick of being the fairy godmother to these ungrateful brats. All they do is whine about how their lives are unfair and they want to be pretty and shiny. Well not all of us can be gorgeous, sweetheart. Everyday I go to work and see my new list...