Protecting Mr. Wimp *Editing*

Chapter 1.

Protecting Mr. Wimp

Chapter 1.

Every person has a flaw, right? Some are obnoxious, some have huge egos, while some are just plain stupid... Well, Michael is unique, he's special, why? Because every person might have few of these flaws or none of them, but he has all of these 'qualities'.

Some people accuse him to being a wimp, (mostly his friend) but Michael would never agree to that, he's not a wimp and never will be one.

He's his parent's only child and his parents treat him like a three-year-old, although he's twenty-four. What do they take him for, a toddler? The world may never know. It never bothered him before but now, since he's twenty-four he does not want to be treated like a child. But if his parents love him that would mean he's lucky to have parents like them, right? Well, maybe.

He is quite full of himself. If you would go and tell him that his life is in mortal danger and the only being that is available to save his life is a girl, he would rather stab himself ten times over than have himself protected by a girl, actually every guy would rather do that. But will he ever encounter a situation where he would have to be protected by a girl? Pfft, probably not.

Pulling his car into the drive-way, he stepped out of his black Lamborghini and handed the driver his keys to park the car as he headed inside the mansion. 

"Mom, dad! I'm home!" Michael called to his parents as he entered.

"Did you go to work, son?" His dad came over to him and asked. Michael sighed exasperatedly,  as he proceeded towards the living room, his dad walking beside him.

Everyday his dad would ask the same question, 'Did you go to work son? Did you go to work today, son? I hope you planned on working today, son.' Ugh, doesn't his dad get tired of knowing his answer? 

His dad owned a company known as 'Travis Co.' It was his family's business and ever since he had turned eighteen his dad had wanted him to visit the company and work for once, not like he needed to. He had everything handed to him on a silver platter! He lived like a prince! But his dad wanted his son to go to work and understand the meaning of hardship, 'The reality of life' as his dad had once said. But every day the same question? Doesn't his dad get tired of knowing the exact same answer? Because he sure is worn-out from repeating the same answer every day.

"No." He rolled his eyes.

His dad sighed, exasperated. "Why not?"

"Why would I go to work?" Michael grunted.

"Um, because you should?" His dad raised his eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He answered as they reached the living room which consisted of a home theatre system, a huge couch, W-ii, a flat screen TV and a popcorn machine in the corner  in-case it was movie night.

He made his way over to the couch and sat down, grabbing the remote. He turned on the flat screen T.V and surfed through the channels, he felt the couch dip beside him and he knew it was his dad.

"You've got to go to work sometimes, son. You can't live like this." His dad said.

He sighed and looked at his dad, "How about I go tomorrow?" 'Let's end this once and for all' He thought.

"Are you serious?" His dad raised his eyebrows at him. He never agreed to go to work this easily. It's not that they don't have enough money, it's just that he doesn't want his son to laze around the couch all day.

"Yup, tomorrow will be a new day!" He exclaimed, trying to act excited.

"It sure will be," His dad mumbled under his breath.