" hamilton, are you ready to go ?" i call from the back of me, i was trying to put on the shoes from the bag, they were definitely not my style. atleast i didn't have to wear 3 inch stilettos, which was funny, to say the least.
" yo listo ." i turn my head around, seeing hamilton in the same dress. i almost dropped my shoe, thank god he was facing away. i fumbled slipping on my shoe all the way and grabbed my keys, i'm sure whatever he said meant he was ready. i don't speak five different languages like everyone else in this agency.
" you look nice ." my straight side was telling me no, but my gay side was telling me yes. seeing him in that dress, that's stunning, confused me more than ever. once again, i felt this strange attraction to him, like earlier when he laughed. . . he briefly glanced at me, then looked away.
" yeah, you're not too bad yourself ." he keeps his eyes straight ahead with an obvious blush. i'm sure he's just holding back from yelling at me, being nice to him infuriates me too. but there's something about doing it that makes me also feel better.
" jesus -" he trips on a rock, i catch him by his arm and waist. he opens his mouth as if to say something, but closes it, standing up again.
" thank you ." he was definitely mad, but he held it in. there's a certain tone he uses when he gets angry, and honestly it's kinda cu-
" y-you're welcome ." i shake the previous thought out of my head. sometimes i say stupid shit! it was nothing. hey, let's get to this 'ball' or whatever it is!
" this is huge ." i gaze at the massive building that stood before me. it had flashing lights on the outside and from the inside you could hear the talk of several men and women.
" focus, what's the game plan ?" he snaps his fingers at my eyes dragging the attention back to him, well, the mission.
" i don't know ." truth was, i did know, i just didn't want to say the plan because it involved him being my girlfriend. i'm not embarrassing myself too.
" ok, our false names are vanessa and usnavi, i'm transgender your pansexual, you own a motel called belleclaire, i work there. . . care to evaluate ?" i got stuck watching him talk, i probably looked dumb. i run a hand over my chin, piecing together ideas. also to check if there was drool-
" why not call it a hotel with a fake name, this way, they can't track us down ." he raises an eyebrow at me, i hold up my hands in defense.
" that's the only thing you have a problem with ?" his made up story was intriguing, i'm just wondering why i'm pansexual.
" i mean ," i stop myself before saying something i might regret. sure, i want to call him my girlfriend in this fake ass story, that'd be fun to tell my kids one day, but it's risky," no ."
" what if we went as a couple ?" well i'm glad he said it first.
" that'd be more believable than just friends ." we both gave a dry laugh.
" ok let's go ." we begin to walk up to the entrance, he seems excited, i think, until we actually step in.
" there's so many people ." i almost leave him at the door before sticking out my arm. this is something i'd never done before, not since highschool prom atleast.
" no emotion ." i tease, looking straight ahead, i see him roll his eyes and tuck his arm under mine. a smile plays across my face.
" no emotion ." he copies back.
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