Five Hundred Miles

1.0: Midnight thief

Chapter 1.0: Midnight Thief

[Love is weird -Johanna M ason, Catching Fire]

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"Tell me everything!" Mrs.Kirkus squeals, jumping around like a hormonal teenager.

"I don't know everything, but he will be coming to fetch me to the house tonight." I tell her.

"Ooh! I can't believe it! My sweet girl is going to have a great job!" She exclaims, chuckling.

Well, if she considers being a maid as a great job. "Right, Amanda, with a handsome pay."

"And a handsome boss." adds Mrs.Kirkus deliberately.

I roll my eye at her to hide my blush. "Oh, come on, you don't know how he looks like."

"The famous Gideon Camerons? Everyone loves him, Maple."

"I'm Faith now." I remind her. "And I don't know him well, just that I know he's a workaholic and has not much emotions. This is going to be tough."

"Gideon Camerons is a well-known business man who owns two companies, more than a dozen of bars, a school and women's hearts." Mr.Kirkus explains, typing on his keyboard. He turns his computer to my direction, letting me know that he's browsing Gideon's information on Wikipedia.

"He probably has more followers on Instagram than some of the Hollywood celebrities." Mrs.Kirkus winks at me.

I do not know what an Instagram is, but that's certainly not what I want to get involved with.

"I'm really lucky." I say.

"Oh, you're more than lucky," Mrs.Kirkus scoots closer to me as she slips her fingers into mine and guides me up. "Let's see what we can do in the kitchen. You need to pick up some skills."

"God, Amanda, I'll apologize first." Lazily, I let her lead me into where we should be. It's time for me to rock the world.

***

At the end of the day, I manage to fix a burrito and roti prata without causing severe havoc in the kitchen. My cooking isn't perfect, it's burnt and black, but I'm still working on it. A small victory, but it was a start.

We are forced to order pizza for dinner as the kitchen needs repairing. I miss the taste of pizza, because the last time I had one was five years ago. Pizza tastes so good I can marry it right there, if that's legal at all.

I suddenly remember that I have to make Derek a call, so I borrow a phone and call him. He says that he will be here to pick me up in five minutes.

Mrs.Kirkus escorts me to the lobby, telling be some of her daughter's stories. Her daughter, Natalie Kirkus is studying in a local collage, lucky. I wonder how it's like to have a normal life like the others so that I get treated normally, not judged. Sadly, the society is ugly like it was, thanks to pampering.

"Feel free to come home when you need space, I figure that you might." says Mrs.Kirkus before she fits me into a tight embrace. "By the way, Natalie is coming home this weekend. She really wants to meet up with you."

"Okay, okay," I chuckle. "I'll come home as soon and frequent as I can."

Home, what a beautiful word.

A car pulls up in front of us. Derek opens the door and approaches us almost abruptly, but not before Mrs.Kirkus whisper something about 'he's hot' in my ear.

We get into the car after he leaves my suitcase in the car boot.

"Five minutes, huh?" I say.

"I'm a man of my words." He answers, smirking.