See You In My Dreams (Gusion x Lesley)

Chapter Ten

"Sis! Wake up!"

"Five more minutes..." She groggily said and hugged her human-sized Stitch stuff toy.

"Sis! It's Saturday!" Harley shouted and started shaking her.

Ugh, precisely. I need more sleep. She thought as she ignored Harley.

She slept late– way too late. She slept already five in the morning because she was too focus doing experiments inside her laboratory.

Yes, she had her own laboratory in their house. It was on the basement but the only way to it was the door in her room.

"Sis! Did you forget what you have to do today?" Harley said while continuously bugging her supposed to be twelve hours of sleep.

I don't remember any. I just want to sleep.

"Sis! Come on! It's already quarter to nine! You'll be late!"

Nine...

Her eyes shot opened and got up on her bed when she heard that time.

Holy molly! I'm doomed! How can I forget that?

She quickly grabbed her towel and ran to the bathroom, "Wait me downstairs Harls. After this, you owe me a dozen of cute pens and a caramel macchiato!"

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Gusion crossed his arms as he sat impatiently on a chair. Claude was as usual– busy talking to women.

Lancelot was pacing back and forth while trying to call the model who was already thirty minutes late.

He crossed his arms and tapped his fingers on his arms. Thirty minutes was already wasted.

"Hello? Where are you?– You're already thirty minutes late–" Lancelot palmed his face, "Good. Hurry up."

"Isn't she a professional? It's been thirty minutes." Gusion asked while frowning.

Lancelot shook his head, "Yeah, she isn't. She kind of forgot we have photoshoot today."

"Wait, you hired a model that isn't a professional?" Gusion asked.

Lancelot laughed, "She isn't a model actually."

That got Gusion confused, "Wait– what?"

"But she will be perfect for the theme of my magazine."

Gusion was left in confusion. Lancelot was also a perfectionist so if this model for this day wasn't really a model, that could be a disaster.

He sighed. I just hope she will cooperate well and maybe, this will turn out okay.

The magazine's theme was dangerous woman. He looked at the clothes, there were tailcoats, dresses– he even saw a rifle and an umbrella.

"Might as well as think of the model's poses." He sighed.

He was busy scanning the picture on his camera when the door went open.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Gusion's ears perked up when he heard that voice and looked at the newcomer.

He quickly stood and went near her with his widen eyes.

"Lesley?" He said in astonishment.

Lesley's eyes widened as well, "Gusion!"

"Wait– you are the model?"

Lesley smiled awkwardly and scratched her cheek using her forefinger. "Yes, unfortunately."