Mr. Piercing

11 - Achoo

Castielle

It had been four hours since he'd emerged from the living room.

I frowned, my stomach rumbling in hunger. "Hey, Mr. Piercing! Are we going to eat soon? I thought you were showing me your soft side? We just finished talking about you being a perfect husband material, so--"

"Do you ever shut up?" Barrelling through the door is the devil himself, dressed in all back with a cap on backwards.

Did I mention he was wearing glasses?

"Whoa," I mutter, bewildered and amazed, ignoring the pain that erupted in my stomach when I sat up on the bed, "You look like a nerd. A hot nerd."

He concealed it pretty well, but I could still see the ghost of the smile that decorated his face. I smirked.

"Did you just blush?" I taunted, moving closer, "The Big Bad Wolf blushes, aww."

"Go trip over a knife," He snarled back, rolling his eyes and reaching into a cabinet near the door. He lifts up the cover and grabs something blue-colored, tossing it to me a second later. "You're welcome."

The blue wrapping made my eyes shine in glee. Oreos.

"Where'd you get these?" I asked, hastily ripping the plastic apart and stuffing two biscuits inside my mouth. The sweet taste invaded my senses as quickly as it touched my tongue. Yum.

"From James."

I spluttered and coughed, my hands dropping the Oreos. "What?!"

"He was following you." That got my attention. It was so interesting that I had to abandon my biscuits. Eric leaned against the door jamb for support. The glasses resting on his nose made him look cute, dare I say. "You were so fucking stupid. How could you not notice him following you?"

A sheepish smile spread across my face. "Sorry. I'm injured, remember? Where is he, anyway?"

"Locked up." His expression became grim. I smirked once again.

"You're jealous, aren't you? Jealous that I have contact with outside source and that he's hotter than you--"

"Trivial things aren't appreciated, loud mouth. Now shut up or--"

Knock, knock, knock

He takes off his glasses and places them on the cabinet. "Before that happens."

"Who is it?" I asked, creeping away from the bed and standing near the closet. A place to hide in, just in case.

"Probably Four." Eric grunted. He moved the closet door open and gestured for me to go inside, "He won't come in my room. Don't do anything stupid or noisy. I'll skin you alive if you make noise--"

"I'm sure you will." A big, fake smile is forced on my lips. "If I behave, you'll take me to James. Deal?"

"That isn't--"

"Eric! Open up!"

Eric ran a hand through his short hair, his eyes narrowing. "Fuck. Okay. Just don't make any noise."

He left the room in fast strides. I immediately enter the closet and shut the door softly. Darkness consumed the entire space, and I struggled to breathe in clean air.

"Damn," I whispered to myself, feeling all kinds of dust stick to my skin, "Does he ever clean this or what?"

All of a sudden, a tingling sensation crept inside my nose. Shit.

 "ACHOO!"

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!" Tears started falling down my cheeks, "Damn it, allergies--ACHOO!"

The closet door opened. I connected eyes with Mr. Handsome and I smiled weakly, "Hey, Four."

Eric came barging in, a murderous look painted on his face. "Little bitch--"

I waved. "Hey, Eric--ACHOO!"