Epals

Chapter 7

Marco's POV

After getting home from the book signing, and realizing I hadn't gotten a reply yet, I spent the rest of the day unable to focus. I couldn't really figure out why it was taking so long to reply back, but since the day hadn't ended yet I wasn't as worried as I could be. However, by the time 10 p.m rolled around with no reply, I found myself pacing despite my eyes refusing to stay open. I had spent the day blankly staring at the manuscript and repeatedly looking at the computer and jumping at every little sound. It wasn't until I woke up in the morning and laid in bed, that I realized being that worried was strange and had no real reason to it. This ended up being an hour long thought process that was interrupted by Perona bursting into my bedroom with a bear stuffed animal clutched to her chest.

"What are you doing still in bed? It's 9 in the morning. You never sleep this late." She looked down at me, confused.

"Oh. I was thinking. I spent all day yesterday too concerned about why Ace hadn't replied yet to really do anything. I ended up falling asleep sometime after ten." I watched as she grinned, a laugh bubbling from her shortly after I stopped talking. Heaving out a sigh, I got out of the bed and headed towards my office.

"Someone's got a crush." She said in a little sing song voice.

"I do not! Besides isn't it a little early to be getting any sort of crush on the man?" I huffed out in irritation, quickly opening Ace's reply and feeling myself relax as I read the email, "good, he was late replying because of work. Hopefully he didn't get injured."

"Nope! It's never too early Marco!" She chuckled, before leaving the room.

Marco,

I'm so sorry thisreply is so late. I was called into work ealry and just got home an hour ago.or maybe it was two. just remembered you sent an email this morning. Likes...meat, sleeping,myjob,sleeping, meat...my job. Err dislikes...being alone, seeing my friends hutr. Today was good,busy but good. Theres a reallybigfire this morning. Had to take careof threee others afterwafs. Imgonna go to sleeep now. Night

Ac

I chuckled at the sight of the email, wondering if the poor guy is awake yet. I write out a reply before doing what should have been done yesterday; editing the manuscript.