Rome

Charles' Crush

~Meanwhile~

Julius' POV

I sat at my desk, a smile frozen on my face, just staring at my phone.  I just asked Roman out on a date and didn't get rejected.  I was hesitant to call him, because of our last encounter, but Charles talked me into it.  I'm happy I listened to his advice, but of course he has alternative reasons.  He wouldn't stop talking about a stripper he interviewed, Cupcake or Daffy, whatever she goes by.  He wanted me to find information about her, like is she single, married, children?  I couldn't stop laughing at his face, it was red with embarrassment, but that didn't stop him from asking me.

~Flashback~

I was doing paperwork at my desk, when Charles came running up to me.  By the time he got to me, he looked like he would pass out.  He took a few breaths, while looking at me with a creepy smile plastered on his face.

I decided to end this creepy staring contest, between the two of us. "Can you stop smiling, you're creeping me out?" 

He frowned at my statement, but was quickly replaced with a smirk.  "Are you and that stripper, Roman, a thing?  How did that even happen?  When I was leaving the room yesterday, you guys looked like you were about to kill each other.  I can't even imagine how that turns into you guys almost fucking?!"   He asked slightly amused.

I looked at him with no emotion in my face, "Why does that have anything to do with you?  Do YOU control who and where I almost fuck someone?  Last time I checked, you having nothing to do with either situation."  I turn back to my paperwork, hoping to end this conversation.

"You're right, but I have a small favor to ask."  He looked at me with pleading eyes, almost like child does to get what they want.

"Fine.  What does any of this have to do with Roman?"  I looked at him full of suspicion, not missing the reddening of his face.  Is he blushing?!

"Well..."  He stops for a second, trying to get the right words out.  "I interviewed a stripper named Cupcake, but her real name's Daffy.  She works with your boyfriend, and I was wondering if you could find some information for me."  He looked a little shy, and his face was tinted pink.

"One, he's not my boyfriend, yet.  Two, what kind of information do you need about her?  Is she a suspect for the ca-"  I was cut off by his yelling.

"NO!  She's a harmless ball of fluff, not an evil bone in her body!"   His race was redder than before, in anger this time.  "I just want to know if she has a boyfriend, if she's married, if she has children, if she''s straight, if she's against the police, if  she-"  This time I cut him off, he was asking too many questions at once.

"Please, shut up.  Just write everything down and I'll Roman when I see him."  I was laughing between every word, unable to handle his tomato red face.  "I haven't spoken or seen Roman, since he came into questioning though."  My words came out sadder, than I meant them to.

He finally calmed down, and looked at me seriously.  "You better get in contact with him then, because I'm not having my future love life ruined by you.  Go grow a pair and call, if you don't you'll loose a pair."  His words were spoken with all intent to kill me, if I didn't do as he says.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head in understanding.  "I go get his number and call him now."  I hurriedly ran off away from him.

~End Flashback~

Now I have a date and I won't be loosing my balls.