It is breakfast time and the family is sitting around the table talking about what has happened on the island while Lance was away. I watch curiously as the family communicated with one another. Lance's father is very serious and talks about the details while his mother is more excited and likes to exaggerate the importance. She could be talking about a scarf and make it sound like the most important, expensive, softest scarf on earth.
Lance doesn't chime in much, but he does when he talks about the island we stay on. Then end up turning the conversation into business when the talk of the IRIS comes up. I tone out when they talk about how well it performs from island to island and the different features it will implement in the near future. It's not that it is boring, just that I have something else on my mind.
I cannot stop thinking about last night. My feelings haven't done a 180 flip from not liking him to liking him, I think I've always been curious about him but never let myself explore it. He holds himself to a high standard and I don't know if I would even fit in.
This morning he had woke up before me and we got ready separately. His mother had given me some new clothes to change into, being a blue dress with jewels scattered on the bottom hem. Lance's wardrobe had changed drastically, from him wearing simple sweatpants or jeans with a t-shirt at the cabins, to khakis and a polo at his home.
He had explained that he has to keep up his appearance because we don't know who is watching and he doesn't want any bad press about him or his family's company. He wears clothes that is more laid back and comfortable on the islands because he has more freedom there. Since I am here and will supposedly be marrying him, I need to be more dressed up and refined also.
Breakfast ended after we all finished our plates. Lance and I left together to go out into the town and we took a car most of the way there. As usual, I am amazed at the difference between my country and these islands. His island is so technologically advanced that I don't know what half of the things I see are.
"How is it that everything here is so advanced, yet you just invented the phone?" I ask him. It just doesn't make sense to me.
"We had cell phones already but we got rid of them a long time ago because we didn't like people interfering with our lives. Those companies kept tracking us and trying to come into our islands to change us, so we created a ban for their technology and later people. I created our own version of the phone so that we could communicate with each other." Lance explains to me the situation and I understand why they are so isolated now.
He had taken me to many places, but my favorite was the gaming station. This was a room where you are strapped into a bunch of wires and it transports you into the world of any game you want to play. You can actually walk and run in real life, and it will mimic your exact movements. Smell, taste, touch, and hearing are all simulated. This both excites me and terrifies me.
"You want to try?" He suggests with no emotion. I try to read him but he is giving me nothing to go off on.
"Will I get hurt?" I ask him. If I get cut in the game, will I get cut in real life? Will I feel the pain!?
He cracks a smile and picks up a few wires, "You can feel everything in the game, but the creators have made it to where only minimal pain can be felt." He walks over to me and adheres the wires onto different parts of my limbs. He does the same for himself and clicks something that makes the white room turn green as a green beam points at our heads and travels down our body to scan us into the game.
It makes a beeping noise and the room turns white again. Lance takes off the wires on himself and it leaves behind small blue dots on his body. I become scared that he is backing out of the game and leaving me alone, but calm down when he comes to me and takes off mine. I also have tiny blue dots all over my body where the wires once were.
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The Sweep (Tsundere Male x Reader)
Teen FictionEvery 10 years, an island of Romoura is swept of all of its girls to compete in a variety of 'games' to win the hearts of five powerful men of the islands. The losers will not survive and the winners will be chosen as a bride. {Y/N} is forced to fin...