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You took a sip of your glass of juice while the guy kept talking and talking and talking, you had already heard all that from other men “you are very pretty”, “so long without a boyfriend? Too bad but luckily I’m here”, and the worst one so far and exactly the one that made you spit your juice on the table “you’re going to be an excellent mom for my kids”.
“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom” you got up and with all the fancy panic you had you headed to the restaurant’s bathroom.
You wiped a few juice stains from your blouse, you clicked your tongue as the stains remained, slight but you knew they were there.
Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out, to check, a Facebook notification, one of your friends had tagged you in a meme and you rolled your eyes when you read the “if your first @ doesn’t answer you in 20 minutes they owe you a burger and an order of fries.”
Roger in your dreams bitch, keep trying
You replied with 2 minutes and sighed, you bit your lip when you saw a WhatsApp notification, what you were going to do was so sneaky and horrible and made you feel guilty but, God you had enough of that guy.
You opened your best friend’s message and ignored his message olympically to leave yours I have a drain was your simple message and you got the reply immediately.
Mr. Crow-ley: I’ll call you back in 10
Me: Make it 3 and I’ll give you a hamburger.
Mr. Crow-ley: That bad, huh? Brace yourself.
You came out of the bathroom, sure that you would get out of that restaurant faster than you had ever left your classes when you were younger.
You walked back to your table and smiled “sorry, carrot juice stains aren’t easy to get out.”
“Don’t worry, it’s a very nice blouse, it looks good on you.”
You forced a thank you and almost sighed in relief when your phone rang, you arched an eyebrow as you saw the unfamiliar number on the screen and hesitated to answer, but you trusted Sylus, you softly excused yourself and answered, discreetly turning up the volume so the voice on the phone could be heard by your date.
“Hello?”
“Miss Y/N?” Zayne! You wanted to cry from relief, what did Sylus tell him? You had no idea, but you were infinitely grateful that Zayne played along.
“Yes it’s me!”
“This is Dr. Zayne Li, from Akso hospital, your father had an accident on his motorcycle and right now he is in surgery, this was his emergency contact and we need someone to come and fill out the insurance paperwork.”
“Oh gosh, thank you so much doctor! I’ll be right there!” you started to pick up your jacket and purse, out of inertia you took money out of your purse and put it on the table, you hung up the phone. “I’m so sorry, I have to go to the hospital.”
“But hey, I can give you a ride!”
“No need!” really no “I’m sorry!” and you ran out of the restaurant and got another message.
Mr. Crow-ley: I’ll see you around the corner.
Bless Sylus and his poor sense of self-preservation when it comes to riding his motorcycle! You saw the modified Harley and its rider and kept running, caught the helmet when he threw it at you, put it on and jumped on behind him.
You held on tight as you were carried far, far away from that restaurant that you wouldn’t visit for months to come because of the bad experience, too bad, they had good steaks.
You saw your apartment complex and sighed, home sweet home.
Sylus parked and you got out, taking off your helmet and fixing your hair, he did the same, and followed you to your apartment on the fourth floor, you plopped down on the couch throwing your purse without seeing where and heard it fall behind the couch.
“How did you convince Zayne? Last time I tried he blocked me for a week” you looked at Sylus who was wandering around the kitchen as if he owned it, pouring himself a glass of water.
“I told him you were being pestered” Sylus took a sip, and that’s when you noticed him, his tank top and damp hair, ohhh you interrupted him In the middle of his workout, it made sense that he was thirsty.
You checked your phone and saw a message from your date, you grimaced “well that’s not too far from the truth.”
Sylus took your phone from you read the message and snorted with a grin on the side “block him”
“That’s rude”
“Harassment too”
You saw him scrolling through the chat while drinking the water, his amusement quickly turned into a frown.
“I correct, report him”
“No big deal, he’d just be a toxic guy but he’s not that bad, I’ve had worse you know that”
He snorted again and sat down next to you, handing you back your phone “what’s your plan? Are you moving out again?”
“No! I learned my lesson from last time, I never gave him my address and you saw that the whole date was in a place far away from here” you put your feet on the coffee table and pushed with your foot the package box you had left there a few days ago when you took out the books you bought online, your cat took out his paw to scratch you and you screamed. “Sorry!”
“Well hello there, Baku-san” the cat meowed at Sylus’ voice and you rolled your eyes, to be called as a nightmare eating Yokai could be one himself. “What’s your plan if not to move out?”
You groaned in pain “I have no idea, at least he doesn’t know where I live which is already profit, but I also don’t want to keep going out on dates with him, or anyone, but my friends are going to keep insisting.”
Baku-san looked at you and Sylus from the box his green eyes stood out among his black fur, as if he also cared about the gossip of your love problems, maybe he did since he was the one who heard you complaining all the time.
“Shoo him away” Sylus played with his foot with Baku-san, your cat was trying to catch his sock failing every time.
“I tried everything and it didn’t work” you sprayed alcohol on the scratch from the spray bottle you had next to the couch.
“Everything?”
You looked Sylus in the eyes “I told him I was asexual, he researched about it and said he didn’t mind not having sex very often, I told him I was Gender fluid and he didn’t mind either, I talked bad about me and he tried to talk good about me” you pursed your lips “I told him about the Lore of my favorite anime and the BL, a week later he dedicated a song to me for fujoshis”
Sylus laughed, he laughed, he didn’t chuckle, it wasn’t giggles, it was a laugh.
“Don’t mock! This is serious!” you hit him with a pillow.
“I’m sorry,” he cleared his throat. “You told him about satanic rituals?”
“And he said and I quote ‘I always wanted to have a crazy goth girlfriend’ I’m not even goth!” you saw Sylus’ lips quiver and you lifted the pillow again, ready to hit him again.
“Well, the guy is weird, really weird.”
“Next thing to weird, I ran out of options, I couldn’t scare him away” You dropped your head on the back of the couch and covered your eyes with the back of your hand.
“Get a boyfriend.”
“Gross” was your response out of inertia, it’s something you usually responded to when your other friends suggested the same thing “I mean, where am I going to get a boyfriend that fast? If I’ve gone through a bunch of dates without getting one, what do I do? I tell Zayne to pretend to be my boyfriend?”
“That’s off limits for him, calling you and faking an accident to get you out of a date? Yeah, pretend for months to be your boyfriend? No, he’s not the type.”
“Argg, Rafayel either, he’s fooling around with a girl he called his soul mate and Xavier isn’t in the country currently, my other friends are either already dating someone else or wouldn’t want to.”
“You are fucked up then.”
“Aw what a great support from you”
“Block him and flee the country”
“blocking him wouldn’t do, fleeing the country is expensive”
You both fell silent, you felt your cat’s claws kneading your thigh, you saw him was lying on Sylus’ lap, the very traitor, then you had a sudden idea.
“Sylus!” you saw him jump slightly but he quickly regained his composure, he looked at you with an arched eyebrow waiting “You!”
“Me?”
“Meow?” you both looked at your cat who stopped kneading your thigh.
“Pretend to be my boyfriend!”
“What do I get in return?” that was like a bucket of cold water for you, you couldn’t offer him anything, your best friend was a rich kid, rebellious but rich, he literally had everything he wanted, a modified motorcycle? Of course, a first class trip to Dubai and residing in the penthouse of the most famous hotel? No problem, a pet crow from a renowned breeding farm? The breeding farm was his.
“My lovely presence and eternal thanks?” you smiled and gave him your best puppy eyes.
“Hmmm” you pouted and he sighed, you won “only because I really care about the ‘if you don’t marry me and have kids you’ll die alone’ message, the guy is close to being a certified lunatic.”
“Like I care about that” you replied rolling your eyes at the memory of the empty threat.
“I have a condition though” you knew that.
“Yeah?” you gave your best smile and you knew you were screwed when he smiled sideways at you.
“You give me that burger for getting you out of your date and accompany me to the next auction” you groaned, you nodded reluctantly, auctions were fucking boring, the last time you accompanied him was when were auctioning off a first edition Elton John vinyl and it was the most boring night of your life, you never accompanied him to any after that.