And Then There's You (A Justin Melton Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven: Officially His P.A.

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P.S. No dedication muna for this chapter. Sa next na siguro.

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Justin Melton's P.O.V.

"We'll need to think of an alibi," I said.

After hours of debating, I finally agreed to hire Tatiana as my P.A. I definitely didn't back down at first, since I had a couple of reasons as to why I didn't want to hire her as my P.A.

First Reason: She's too young. She's just a minor. She can't have a job yet!

*Flashback*

"Tatiana, you're just a minor, okay? Minors aren't supposed to work yet, okay? Believe me when I say that when you're working already, you'll wish you were a kid instead." -me

"Justin, it's okay. Believe me when I say it's okay. This is what I want. I want to repay you for the kindness you're showing me. Seriously." -Tatiana

"Stop it with that!" I snap."How many times should I tell you that I'm not asking you to repay me?! Please."

She smiled mischievously. "1000 times."

*End of Flashback*

You can probably guess what happened. God, I was so tired. My mouth was literally as dry as the Sahara desert.

I let go of that reason because damn, I was tired. Besides, I still had other reasons.

Second reason: I'm not going to ask her to do hard tasks, but still. Being a P.A. is hard and very much tiring. Most especially when you're just 17 years old.

*Flashback II*

"I don't care, Justin. You think I don't do chores back home? I know how to sweep the floor, iron your clothes, wash your clothes, clean the house, take care of Yuki and so much more! I'm a fast learner!" she beamed.

I smirk, thinking that I'll win this round. I found a loophole in the things she said. "Do you know how to cook, though?"

I got the reaction that I wanted. Nyahahaha. "E-eh... No.... But, I'm a fast learner!" she exclaimed.

"No, no, no!" I said, as I swayed my pointer finger left and right. "You can't cook, so you can't be my P.A." I said, even sticking my tongue out at her. :P

"Ehhhhhhh!" she screamed, stomping her feet and clenching her fists. God, does she really want it that bad?

"Look, I can cook, okay? Just not that well. I mean, come on. I'm not a chef!" she exclaimed.

I was just about to tell her that no, no, no. No matter what she says, I win this round.

"Bleeeh :P" I said. "I won this round!"

"No, you didn't! Let's have a contest! Let's both cook a dish and ask someone to pick which tastes better!"

I gulped. Sure, I can cook pancakes for breakfast, but I can't cook a legit dish or a meal! Well, I probably could try, but I know it wouldn't taste better than hers... Not that hers would even taste good. Ahahahaha.