"Sure, come in." I nervously invite him inside my room. Holy shit. Dylan is in my room.
We both sit down on my bed and stay quiet for a few moments, and now I can get a closer look on Dylan. He is so handsome. Those ice-blue eyes are something else. Wow. He is a gorgeous man. After a minute or so Dylan finally speaks."So um... How old are you Ms. Riches?"
"You know you shouldn't ask a woman that." Shit! "Uhm- I mean uh... I'm 19." I just keep messing everything up.
"It's okay. You can relax a bit around me. Your father is kinda scary so I get why you're so..." He tries to find the right word. "Polite. Yeah. Um anyway, you can loosen up a bit when he's not around, you know?"
Huh? Why does he care if I'm not loosen up?
"Thank you Dylan." I fake being perfect again.
"I'm serious. You don't need to be all professional with me. I really want to get to know you." What the hell?
"Why would you want to get to know me? I'm a robot."
"Are you, though?" Shit shit shit!!!
"O-of course I am." Come on Amy! Fake it!
"Are you a robot Ms. Riches?" He asks again.
"I told you I am. I don't understand why you keep asking me that."
"Nevermind, it's silly I just thought- ugh. Nevermind." He looks at the floor. Is it bad that I feel guilty?
"Goodnight Dylan." Please leave my room, please!
"Goodnight Ms. Riches. And sorry for bothering you." Dylan says with disappointment and leaves the room."Phew!" I sigh in relief as soon as he closes the door behind him. "That was so close! Argh! Relax Amy, he bought it, relax." I talk to myself obviously. It helps me in stressful situations.
I really need to get it together. Dylan makes me say things I don't want to.That's it! I need to avoid Dylan.
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Author's note:
Yeah Amy good luck with that!
So what do you think so far? What is Dylan up to? Does he suspect something? Hmm...
Sorry this chapter was a bit short :(
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Sum.(May 2020)
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Ms. Perfect
RomanceEverybody wants to be perfect. Well I don't. I've been perfect all my life, and honestly? I'm tired of it. I can do anything, I know everything - I'm supposed to be perfect. But my "father" failed his experiment, and I'm not as perfect as I should b...