>>> Pic of Francisco Lachowski aka Freddie.
Five minutes later, we were cruising down Marlena Lane, headed towards Fashion Island, the company that this lady, Valerie, worked for. I sighed in satisfaction when I observed the beautiful scenery surrounding me. The road was lined with maple and oak trees, and flowers were planted everywhere. I glanced upwards to see an airplane flying overhead, and my mouth watered at the smell of barbecue.
We finally arrived at the fashion company, and were ushered in to Valerie's office. I walked through the door and chuckled to myself. "Office" was a very loose term to describe the room before me. There were mannequins every few feet, with bright magenta walls that made the room look like a rainbow puked all over it. It was furnished with impeccable white couches and chairs, and fabrics and various articles of clothing were laying here and there on different work tables.
"Hello darlings," said a perky lady, who I assumed was Valerie. She peeked out from behind a particularly large mound of fabric, and smiled at us. Valerie was dressed in a beautiful silvery dress that shimmered when she walked. It was pretty, sure, but I found it way too fancy for work, personally. She had a blond bob cut, with sparkling diamond earrings and a matching necklace. She had a perfect model's face, with high cheekbones, stormy grey eyes, and flawless skin. She appeared to be about twenty-fiveish.
"Hey," Freddie said in what I assume is his version of a seductive voice. I have a barely contained fit of laughter, and my face probably looks like I'm constipated. Although the lady seemed to be falling for the act.
I guess I can see why, though. I mean, he had dark silky hair that was extremely soft, making you want to run your hands through it. Trust me, I would know. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown, and you could easily get lost in their intoxicating yummyness. Freddie had a strong jawline, and very toned and muscular skin from all of the training he did. But all that muscle didn't help him when he was up against me. I would always be the better fighter, I thought smugly.
"Hey cutie," Valerie replies, flirtatiously looking up at him through her lashes. Ugh, gag me with a stick.
"So, um," I said, interrupting the sexual tension that had invaded the room, "when are we going to start?"
By the time we she was finished with me, I had gone through a complete and total makeover, and my legs stung like hell. Although, I had to admit, I looked pretty good. I was wearing navy blue boyfriend jeans, and a cerulean crop top with a pocket on the left side. I convinced Valerie to let me pair the outfit with converse instead of wedges like she wanted. My raven hair was in loose beach curls, and, upon my insistence, I was wearing a minimal amount of makeup. Valerie had taught me how to do my hair and makeup, and she gave me three weeks worth of similar outfits.
"Freddie c'mon! We're done! It's time to go!" I shouted. Freddie let himself in while I gathered my bags, my back to him.
"Hurry u-" he cut himself off when I turned to face him, my hands loaded with bags. I saw him do a double take, his eyes trailing over my body.
"Can you help me with these?" I asked rolling my eyes, and shoved half of the bags into his arms. He seemed to break out of his daze then, and silently nodded, opening the door for me and motioning for me to go through.
"So chivalry isn't dead after all," I remarked smartly. Freddie just rolled his eyes, apparently still too stunned to make a comeback.
We headed back to the apartment, me singing to the radio along the way. When we arrived at the tall building, I flagged down one of the luggage assistants standing in the lobby to help us. We stacked the bags onto the small cart and rolled it to the elevator. When the luggage man left, there was an awkward silence between Freddie and me, filled only with the softly playing, atrocious elevator music.
"So is there really that big of a difference in my beauty that I can render you speechless?" I teased.
Freddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're on point! Your newfound beauty is just so shocking that I can no longer speak."
"Are you saying I wasn't pretty before? I'm so offended!" Freddie was about to reply, but was cut off by the ding of the elevator. I smirked at him, and then shoved the thousands of bags of clothes off the cart and into his arms.
"What are we supposed to do with this?" I muttered to myself, llaring at the trolley.
Freddie grinned with a demonic glint in his eyes, and went to his room to get something. He came out with two giant bottles of super glue. One read quick-dry and the other was labeled 'never drying superglue'. I couldn't help but laugh - only Freddie would bring super glue, and two types, no less, while going on a murder mission. I immediately knew what he was up to, and pushed the little red button for the elevator again. Meanwhile, Freddie was covering the base of the luggage cart with the never-drying super glue. He slathered on the stuff like he was frosting a cake. Just then, the elevator yelled at us, announcing its arrival.
Freddie held the door open for me while I wheeled the cart into the elevator. Then I put a ton of the quick-dry super glue on the bottom of the wheels, ensuring that it wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. I poured the rest of the never-dry bottle evenly throughout the rest of the elevator, and trust me, there was a lot left. I pushed the "door close" button and jumped out, grinning like a madwoman to myself. Freddie and I shared an amused glance before bursting into laughter.
"Ni-nice one," I said between laughs. Freddie was bent over with his hands on his knees, wheezing from laughing too much.
"I think that the wheels were a nice touch," Freddie gets out before dissolving into another fit of giggles. "And pouring the rest in the floor?" He had tears streaming down his face by this point.
My laughter subsided, and I said with an evil smirk, "I feel kinda bad for the next unknowing person that gets in that elevator, or the worker who discovers the, ahem, unhappy person."
"Nah, they'll live. It's just a shame that that happens to be the only elevator." We looked at each other and started laughing again. The great thing about friends, is even when the joke isn't that funny, you could laugh for hours about it. But then when it was ingenious, well, let's just say there's no going back. But eventually you gotta let it go, or you'd be unresponsive the whole day. Stop singing Frozen! I yelled at my idiotic brain.
"Okay, well it's movie time! D'you got some popcorn?" Freddie asked impatiently. I sighed and put a bag in the microwave, before sitting on the comfy couch next to Freddie.
"So what are our options?" I asked, looking over his shoulder and trying to get a glimpse at the various cases.
"We've got The Breakfast Club, Lord of the Rings, The Lion King, Borne Identity, and Rocky. Which one?"
"Ugh, those are all so amazing, I don't know, you pick one," I said with an easy grin.
"The Breakfast Club it is," Freddie says with a smirk. "We need to get in the school mode."
I squinted at the sudden bright light.
"What time is it?" I asked Freddie grumpily.
"It's only 12:30 A.M. Do you want to watch another one?"
Suddenly all my thoughts came flooding back, and I remembered that we had watched all of the movies except the second Lord of the Rings. I groaned into Freddie's shoulder, realizing I must have drifted off a while ago.
"Nah, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted," I said with a yawn. Freddie got up, but I just lied there, giving Freddie a lazy smile. With a sigh that could be heard in Australia, Freddie scooped me up bridal style, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You smell good," I remember saying, before my eyelids drifted shut.
Author's Note
Hey guyz so I was wondering who I should put for Justin? any thoughts?
ok and yeah they'll start their mission soon, I promise. Please keep reading guys, I can't tell you how excited I get when my views go up, even if it's only by 2. Thanks love ya cuties! Oh yeah and sorry if this is cheesy, I just love makeovers in books and movies. They're the best!
-When_Oceans_Rise_00
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