Zuripons- Match Made In Heaven's Heaven

-We Do As He Says- Ch. #5

Guys, please understand that this chapter and the next are going to have some scary themes. I'm trying to keep them as PG as possible, and I don't think it will scare you too much, but it's just a warning. Honestly, there's a scary text, and that's kinda it, but this chapter and the next will sound like it came straight from an action movie. I hope this warning doesn't scare you, it's not as bad as it sounds. 😊

Lele's POV

Me and Juanpa woke up a few minutes ago. Just like always, we pretty much just cuddle and talk until we realize we have something to do. After just lying close to him for what seemed like about five minutes, I heard the door open. I'm about to open the drawer in the bedside table and pull out a shotgun like in the movies, but then I realize that the only thing in there is a bag of mini marshmallows and a jar of Nutella.

"Lele..?" I hear Derek.

Oh crap...

"You two sleep together?!" He asks, eyeing Juanpa.

This was probably the worst timing in the history of worst timing. A second before he came in, I was about a foot away from Juanpa. Now, I was literally cuddled up against him, hiding my face from the world in his shirt.

"What do you want, Derek?" I ask sleepily in a muffled voice. I don't expect him to be less triggered, but at least I'm changing the subject.

He sighs, "Lele, can I uh... talk to you?"

I groan. Don't take me awayyyyyyyy.....

"Fine," I give up.

After I close the door behind me, I lean against it and tilt my head at him.

"I was comfy," I complain.

"You sleep with him?"

"Yeah, that's what you do when you move in with someone," I say in a duh tone.

My phone dings, and I see Jason's name above a message that says, Can you meet me? I'll send you location. I need to talk to you. Now. It's really important and I need your help.

Uhh, wha...?

"I need to go," I say, stuffing my phone in my back pocket. I don't have to change since I usually just sleep in whatever I was wearing that day as long as it's comfortable. Still wearing my stretchy black ripped jeans and my hoodie.

"Where are you going?" Derek asks, trailing behind me.

"I have a..." I start.

Think think think.

"Dinner with my manager...?" It came out as more of a question.

"Lele, you can't have dinner at 9 in the morning," Derek tilts his head suspiciously.

"I meant breakfast. Coffee," I nod, and grab my bag. I get into the elevator before he can stop me.

What does he need?

Juanpa's POV

Derek walks into the room.