"When do you plan to let go of my hand?" I awkwardly asked when we we already lost the sight of them.
He snapped and clutched my hand. "THAT HURTS!" I shook my poor, swelling hand and blew it slowly. My tears almost burst. It was pretty effective! Again, he grabbed my hand, furiously. And kissed it gently.
"What's up with that stupid, romantic act?" I rapidly recovered my hand. Instead of that infamous so-called fluttering butterlfies in my stomach feeling, I felt raging volcanoes on my head. I wasn't sure actually, to be exact. "Don't play dumb with me, mister." I snapped. "A while ago, you want to blast my head off and this time? We're not even couples or so forth."
He turned to me and stepped forward. He leaned a little bit, "We're couples." he dramatically sighed as if he was broken-hearted. "We vowed infront of your Mr. Escapade."
"We're partners," I corrected. "And by the way. Where do you plan to bring me?"
"Love Mote—" I automatically hit him. He even complained how green was my mind. Afterwards, after several minutes of walking I saw the hint of glimpse of this building, again.
"And, what are we suppose to do here?" I raised my eyebrow and frowned. Until now, my brain coudn't accept and my soul couldn't purify these happenings in my life.
"What do you think? Of course, we would get a job! I can't work by myself today because of you. Tch." he shrieked in despair. He threw four things in a row to me before entering this building. First, a jar with a heart. To be exact, a two piece of splitted, wreck heart. Second, an empty jar, larger in size. Third, a gun. Probably, a fake ones. And the lastly, a grab-all-you-can V.I.P card. My eyes totally shone!
"Your eyes turned into dollar signs." he repeated twice.
"Shaddap! I didn't choose the peasant life. The peasant life chose me." I defended hastily. "By the way, what is this for?" I raised the two jars.
"The smaller ones is yours actually, from the beginning. A fail task." he smiled sarcastically in joy. "And the bigger ones is ours from now on." then he frowned. As if I'd love to work with him, also.
"Well, at least, our feelings are mutual and related." I snapped. Before he could say something else, I started to walk towards the building. As my daily ritual, I smiled sweetly at the Queen of the bouncer-hunks. It was totally fun pissing other people!
She suddenly leaped in joy and hurriedly ran towards in my direction. I was expecting a rolling eyes face or a major tch reaction. My face was plastered with curiousity and questions. Again, suddenly, she overpassed me. I automatically looked at my back. She started to slip her shoulders into his shoulders (I still find it awkward—saying his whatever name) and she also started to rub her body to him.
"Honeybunbun! Hmmm..." she seductively smiled while soothing his chest. He looked disgusted but he replied, "Hey sweetiepie." maybe he just looked but he liked. Otherwise, it was still the same. But on the brighter side, I didn't like to watch their love scene. I threw the V.I.P card to them but they just stared it until the card leaped and slipped over to their way.
"Just incase," I tilted my head on the right side,"If you want to continue it to a room, be my guest." I smiled,
I walked down the other side of the hallway. Opposite of the white hall, this hallway was fully, complete black. This dimension was similar into a black hole if you'd consider and the white hall resembled heaven.
I opened the first door. I thought I would see a marshmallow tiles on the opposite but everything was black. My eyes caught something that was moving. I assumed that it was the door but I couldn't tell if it really moved or what because the hallway outside was pure black also.
"Who's there?" I alertly moved towards the door, finding the light switch. I groped the light switch but I groped something, totally not a switch.
I adjusted my eyes when the room was filled with brightness.
"What on earth?" my wrist was held firmly and my body was pinned. I bored a stare in his lonely, gray eyes, asking for an answer.
"Somebody is jealous." he smirked, of course. Who other than Mr. Dumbass?—I mean—Sin.
"So, stop this non-sense and let's get started if you're done with her." he suddenly grinned. I stated some wrong choice of words, "No, you perverted! Let's find now find something."
"We're already here, in the Inlovequiry." he stated the "Inlovequiry" ashamed as if he was in the middle of the sandstorm.
"What the heck is Inlovequiry?"
"Look at the bulletin board there," he pointed out the huge bulletin board, right infront of our eyes, "We would pick any request of a client there and we would do their thing, safe and sound." he explained.
"What if," here goes the what if's, "We can't do what they ask, clean and clear?" I asked.
"Refund or we will do on the other way around if we can still do that other way around," he answered as if it was an instant answer.
"That's all? After ruining their lives? No apologies or something?" I exaggeratedly threw my hands on the air and wrapped it around my waist.
"Whatever. On the first place, why the fuck are you even here if you think that way?" I frowned and he got the smile of triumph and victory. No use of arguing, everything he said was the truth or at least half-truth. "Tch, let's get started." he detached the piece of paper in the board. After some seconds, he grinned like he won the lottery. "Bingo."
"What now? Do you find something fun and amusing now? Or we will do kissing every now and then in every target or victim now?" I frowned for the nth time.
"Let's see."
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Zero-hours Contract Agency : Heart Escapade Project
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