Can I Be Your Girl

6

Hide me in your heart, Love,
None but we can know
How with every heart--beat
Love could grow and grow

Till the seed that branched abroad,
How, we could not guess,
Holds us in the shadow
Of its boughs that bless;

And the stars and mountains,
Earth and chanting sea
Seem a mighty music
Sung to you and me;

Time--forgotten meaning,
Poured for us apart,
Murmured out of all the world
To our secret heart.

Hide within my heart, Love.
Never may I know
My heart's beat from your heart's beat,
No, nor throe from throe!

- Hide Me In Your Heart
Robert Laurence Binyon

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"Where did that floozy take you?" Kris asked with his arms folded over his chest; Gerard was on my couch typing on his phone.

"I'm tired Kris." I glared at him for being annoying.

"Of course you're tired, it's already 8. We're were you?"

"I'm fine mom don't be dramatic."

He was about to retort when Gerard spoke, cutting him off. "Kris your mom just texted. She said to tell you you're dead," he said nonchalantly and Kris' face paled before stuttering over his reply.

"Wh-what?? What did I do?"

Gerard shrugged his shoulders at him before giving me a bob of his head. "But before you leave, we need to hear Grey's explanation first." Kris nodded but the worry was written all over his face. Here goes.

I removed my blue suit jacket with the academy crest embroidered on my chest pocket leaving me with my white button-down and blue pants. "Nothing much happened," I said tiredly after I folded and placed it on the edge of my bed.

"What do you mean nothing much?" Gerard said with a malignant tone.

"We just talked," I answered him and paused. I was honestly tired. And so in a somnolent fashion, I told them what happened between Yvanna and I, starting with her outrageous promise of helping me out.

"So that was why she was bragging about dating you," Gerard said thoughtfully.

"Yeah."

A knock on the door seized our conversation and I opened it to a maid as she greeted us politely. "Your parents are expecting you downstairs young master. Miss Alicia and Sir Gregory is here."

I was shocked with the news as was both Kris and Gerard. The maid excused herself after I dismissed her.

"So the devil's back from hell." Kris was now back to his usual temperamental self; the maternal concern he had a while ago carefully tucked away at the back of his head.

"I did not expect him to be back sooner than expected," Gerard opined as I agreed, nodding my head.

My aunt Alicia was the widow of Uncle John, my father's older brother, and Greg was their only son. I didn't know much about my uncle as he died before I was even born. All I knew was that he was a talented painter who passed the business responsibilities to his younger brother, my father, and pursued the artistic road. Dad said he was the jolly one between the two of them which was why it wasn't hard to imagine why he married my aunt as the woman was all enthusiasm whenever we met. To the point where it got way too awkward to have a normal conversation with her.