Freddie Bianchi and Juliette Dupont are polar opposites.
She's hot, he's cold. She makes jokes, he takes them to heart. He's only an inch taller than her, and she makes fun of him ever chance she gets.
He calls her a dumb blonde, and albeit she's he...
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"We were supposed to leave an hour ago,"
I ignored his presence behind me and his infuriating voice. The thick amusement in said voice only annoyed me further.
"We were supposed to leave two days ago but you got the fucking flu,"
He fake coughed. "I went to sleep with wet hair, don't blame me. Blame yourself for begging me to come to bed,"
My cheeks burned bright red but I huffed as if his words were more annoying than embarrassing. I jogged around my bed and pulled out much needed clothes for the oncoming Boston Winter. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest, watching me with golden amber eyes, the sharp, white light that entered my bedroom illuminated them and made them look like two, little fires.
"How far are you?"
I looked at my three suitcases and then spun around. "All done,"
Freddie Bianchi rolled his beautiful eyes and pushed himself from the doorframe. His temple jutted as he clenched on his jaw, the healing cuts swimming above the skin. He approached me, his hands warm and cupping my jaw. He kissed me, long and completely.
"Have a safe flight, albi,"
I couldn't help but smile, and I hated that I did. I also hated that I loved him so fucking much.
"I hope your plane crashes," I smiled wickedly when he chuckled against my mouth, and then pushed a lock of blonde hair behind my ear and said, "I hope your MI6 buddies forget to pick you up at the airport,"
I reached up and my fingers delved into hic curls, and I hugged him close to me as I said, "I hope you fall asleep on the plane and don't wake up,"
I waited for his response but instead of a verbal one, it was a loud smack on my ass and a deep laugh next to my ear. My heart nearly gave out and I had to pull away, because being hugged by Freddie Bianchi was utterly devastating and beautiful at the same time.
He walked to my door, but turned halfway and winked at me, "See you, roohi,"
I flipped him off and he laughed as he put his sunglasses on.
When I was sure he was out of my building, I fell face first onto my bed and screamed into my pillow, because I was in love with him and he wasn't in love with me and I hated him for it. A few minutes of screaming later, I wheeled my suitcases down and watched as guards piled them into the car, held the door open for me, and started the car.
I spent the drive to the airport replying to emails and deleting others, smiling ridiculously to myself at the texts I received from Freddie.
Assface: Roohi
Assface: Fayette *crying emoji*
Me: Shut the fuck up.
Assface: Just wanted to tell you that without your shrill fucking voice, I have finally found peace inside of this airplane.
