I Crash You

46 - You

[Edited]

Sometime I believed was around midnight, cause of the absence of light when I opened my eyes, I heard some busy rustling noises.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I saw his shadow.. Or maybe his actual body. Damn, it was pitch dark other than the moon. I thought I was still in between my dream, in which I had no memory of, but still left me quite the impression with the stupid headache instead.

"Don't tell me to sleep again. I've slept enough," I yawned.

"Sorry, I'm late. There was a board meeting and it was dragging a lot-"

"Hold your horses. I have an emergency. You see, I can totally do nothing, I'm sure you're aware, but I think I have some ugh-whatcha' called it. Poopy eyes? Whatever it is, do you mind helping? Thank you." I blabbered and yawned once more.

"You're welcome," he leaned in closer to do the task.

"The hell. You look good as new-nevermind. That scar is huge," I barely noticed the long scratch on the side of his forehead under the dim natural lightning from the moon, "And man. Why should it be on your face. That's such a degradation. I'm so fucking sorry although it does looks hot in a way."

"It's fine," he chuckled and sat back.

"There must be some more beneath your suit, right?"

"Just small ones. It's fine," he insisted.

"What's so fine about that? You aren't some English gentleman, Ors. Aren't you going to yell at me or anything?"

"No, you did your best to avoid me, so I barely got any serious wound."

"But I-"

"No, Lynx. You didn't do me much harm. Accept that." He patted my head softly.

"Uh, just in case. I said just in case, you won't ask for a five billions refund, right? Cause I've spent half. Ha. Ha." I diverted my gaze away from him. "In other words, I can't. I'll just be in a total debt."

"Really? Sounds like a great idea," he smirked.

"No, it isn't." I stared at him with my eyes as wide as it could ever been in my entire life. "You've got to be kidding me," I hissed loud and clear for him to hear.

"I was."

"Fuck you." I phewed in huge relief as he chuckled.

"On one condition." My breath hitched again. "Did you go on a shopping spree again or something?" I could feel him eyeing me suspiciously.

"No, no. I divide it into four equally into me, mom, dad, and some good deeds."

"Should I trust you with this good deeds?"

"Yes." It was actually for donations but it felt weird to say those things out loud. It's not like I had saved the whole world or anything. Hence I preferred it to be anonymous and unknown.

"You sure?"

"Huh, you're becoming more brazen now. You're doubting me?" My pitch went up a note.

"No." He answered abruptly. "It's just that I have one request on where you should, or could say, must spend it on."

"What?"

"Driver. I'm sure a couple of millions is more than enough to pay for a driver for the rest of your life."

"I love driv-"

"No, don't. You and I plus steering wheels equals to big cross."

"Which cross? An X or a plus with longer tails that you usually see in church?"