Flutter by, Butterfly

Chapter 6

We said our goodbyes, and looked forward to interacting again. I thought more about it on my ride home. I knew that I wanted to see him again, but how could we actually do this? Today was kind of a business meeting, in a way. It probably was not a good idea for either of us to keep going out in the public view. I very much wished I could talk to my parents and ask their opinion about it all, but I did not trust my parents enough to be open about it. My age would also not bode well for his public image. The more I thought about it, the more I thought secrecy would be best for both of us, but how could we do this without anyone knowing? It wouldn't be that hard for me. My parents never talked to me anyway. I didn't have any friends to tell about it. When I was home, I spent most of my time in my room. To head there and sit at my computer or stay on my phone would be no different a behavior than I did before. I imagined that, just talking with him on the phone or the computer. I could live with that. The only question now would be how often I would get to text him or speak with him. I didn't have to wait for long. The colder Alejandro called me again.

"Jani, I have changed my mind. I will not be calling you back."

I could already tell which one he was by the tone of his voice.

"You are the logical one, aren't you?" I said.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"You showed up on the show when Al started to cry on the show. And you made it clear today that you didn't like my young age, but I like you. I think you can offer us a firm foundation of logic and reason, and I don't see you having any issues with holding back to keep things from getting out of control; but don't go trying to pretend that none of this happened, or that I don't know anything. I do know more than the average person and there is no going back now. That being said, did you ever think that it might be in your best interest just to keep tabs on me, rather than killing me? My parents may not be very loving, but they are rich. They can afford to hire the best in investigating my murder. Or, you could just be my friend, I could eventually win your trust, and then you can finally figure out that I don't have anything to gain from telling anyone anyway, and wouldn't tell even if I did."

"Where did you get the idea that you would get murdered?"

"From my dreams."

"Can you tell me more about your dreams?"

I looked at the rear view mirror of my limousine from my back seat. My driver appeared to be just watching the road. But...

"I don't feel comfortable talking about it here. It's just too open. There are too many chances that somebody could overhear. Is there any way that we could keep our conversations private? I wouldn't put it past my parents to have the limo rider spying on me."

"You are a very cautious person. This may do well for you." His response almost sounded threatening.

"Thank you? I guess."

"Around what time will you arrive home?"

"We are almost there. In about 30 minutes to an hour, my parents will be getting ready for their cocktail date anyway. They never really talk to me after six."

"Don't you have any plans for the weekend yourself?"

"The only plans I ever have on the weekend are popcorn and a movie, or warm tea curled up in a blanket with a good book. I also might binge on some ice-cream if it was a really bad day."

"Very well then. Go home and do as you will. I will be calling you around that time."

"Okay."

My limo pulled in our driveway, and I went on my way.