Genie of DEATH.

Chapter VIII: Lovesick

"It' hurts to accept that I only had One request from you and you blew it off like you blew my heart." 

Violet's P O V

It's Hate Mondays.

I was kind of an childish-flirt, but that doesn't mean I get to flatter all the hotties in here---with a suit like this? I'll definitely attract all those guys One at a time. Unfortunately, I'm a Genie. Beings like me should never go that further, so I guess I just have to stick with LOVEly words.

I wore Kimberly's bathrobe, it has pure red that makes me blush, thinking of hearts in Valentines djay which is today, February fourteenth. I was hoping for some Genie-mini presents, as the third day living in my master's place. Master was watching in the couch.

"Hey, master." I approached. "No schools?"

"Nah. I had no plans to." He replied.

"So, master, It's valentine's day, so, I was wondering if I could,er, maybe---"

"Have some hotcakes again?" He cut me. What a shears,

"Maybe have a nice presents, or maybe... Gifts?" I begged.

It wasn's so much of a beg, it was quite a suggestion; since Dylan had nothing to do in Valentine's day, no girlfriend. No Kmiberly. Just Genie.

He smiled.

"I never thought Genies asks for gifts too, eh?" He smiled.

"Of Course." I pretended to smile. I never thought humans never think a thought like that, not because we're not humaln beings doesn't mean we doesn't need gifts. Duh?

"Um, let's see." He turned off the Samsung flat-screened TV and stood up, stared at me. MY sexy figure. He was a little shocked since I was wearing One of Kimberly's clothes. Which makes him really blush. I brushed my right part of my hair, smiling childlishly and letting him see my ear.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.

"Oh, me? Uh, nothing."

He didn't actually mind my response, took a deep look at me, my body, face, feet, it made me wonder so quickly of what's he's doing.

"Uh, master, what are you doing?"

"Just seeing if you could suit good and well in fashion. You look a lot more than Kim." He complemented.

I smiled.

"How about if I buy you a pair of shoes. I could already imagine your look in a high-fashioned heels."

"Sure!" My eyes widened and after years my fourteenth master and I shopped at three or maybe four hours there. Master Dollia was a shopaholic-slut. She used to flirt guys out there and willing to hang out. That was sure the reason  why I'm acting this hopless romantic right now.

Author's P O V

Dylan went back in the couch as Violet went back to her room, enthuthiastically, Dylan thought. The fact that he told his Genie about "a pair of shoes" was simply as a joke. If there was one thing he'd buy those shoes, it was Kimberly. Nomatter how moved-on Kim was, Dylan cared nothing. All he knows is that one day, he'll wish for her to his Genie and they'll make a good couple. Blake will be kicked-out, Kim will be all his'. Even if Dylan was the one who dumped his girlfriend, he still regrets it until now. He even hadn't sold the iPhone 4s for her. He thought that Valentine's day will be the perfect day to smooch, date, kiss and make-out, but unfortunately it turned out to be like he  was the one dumped. He always had a short-talk chat with his best friend, Oliver Cooper which is still a certified play-boy, as usual. Rumors spread that she had moved on, and now it was time for his. Dylan also hate it when Violet reminds her of him. He also did not mean to lend (maybe give) Kimberly's clothes to hers, he was just annoyed seeing her true outfit, it was attracting him, more than his ex.