Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 39:(Halloween) Convince Leon to trick or treat.

I rushed to the elevator and pressed the button for Leon's floor.

I wonder what he'll dress up as? I wouldn't be surprised if he'll dress up as a lion.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor and I got off.

I reached Leon's office and knocked like how Anna knocked on Elsa's room.

"Who's there?" Leon's voice asked.

"Do wanna trick or treat?" I sang.

"Isn't that for kids?" He said in the same tone.

"No, it isn't anymore." I continued.

"Get out of here." He said.

"Oh I won't go away!" I yelled, still in tone with the song.

"Go away, Day-Anna." He told me from behind.

"No way-" I opened the door,"-hi..."

And that is how you argue using Disney songs.

"Hello." He greeted back in that deadpanned tone he always uses when he's annoyed.

Why is he using that tone on me?

"So... How have you been? Did you dye your hair?" I asked him, sticking my tongue out like a cat.

He sighed, "What do you want? And no, I did not dye my hair."

"Really? I mean... it's brown!" I exclaimed.

"My hair is brown though." He replied.

"Uh... is it?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows, "Last time I checked, you were blonde."

"Oh my gosh, Dayana! If you're making an excuse to cover up asking if I dyed my hair just 'cause you need something, stop it." He exclaimed in exasperation.

"How did you know that I needed something?" I asked suspiciously, "I knew you were psychic!"

"What? Me? Psychic?" He asked in disbelief, "Remind me why I haven't taken you to the mental hospital yet."

"Because you love me." I said with a giggle.

"Yeah I do." He mumbled.

"Huh?" I asked, "Didcha say something, Lee?"

"Nope. You hearing voices again, little Dayana?" He asked me.

"I am not little! I'm a five foot and seven inches!" I argued.

"And I'm six foot and three inches." He argued back.

Damn it, is it in the nature of the Earth to always make a guy tall?

I pouted, "Your high heels don't count."

"Oh, really now?" He asked, "Well, your tippy-toes don't count."

My jaw dropped and I went back to my normal posture, no tippy-toes.

"Now take off your high heels." I told him.

He rolled his eyes and took off his stilettos which were surprisingly not breaking from his weight.

"How did you even fit in those?" I asked with a giggle.

"Those were men's stilettos." He argued.

I closed my eyes and giggled, thinking of what he just said.

"You mean to say that there are high heels for men?" I asked in disbelief.

"Well, yeah. What'd you expect?" He asked.

I giggled, "How many inches were those?"

"Two. How many inches were your tippy toes?" He asked back.

"...One." I admitted.

He rolled his eyes, "Now what did I ask you again? Oh, right. What do you want?"

"I want... you." I smirked evilly.

"Wh-what?" He asked, shocked.

"-to go trick or treating with me." I said with a giggle, "No one would want you, tall Leon."

"Ouch then." He said, pouting a bit. "Guess even you wouldn't want me."

"Of course I won't." I said, sticking my tongue out like a cat.

"-to go trick or treating with you." He finished with an evil smirk.

The tall midget in front of me is evil.

Very, very evil.

"No! I want you! Leon, no! Please, I am begging you, go trick or treating with me!" I said, clinging unto his leg.

"D-Dayana!" He exclaimed, a shade of crimson in his cheeks.

"Please?" I asked with puppy eyes and a pout.

"Get off me!" He exclaimed, trying to shake his leg to get me off him.

"Wah!" I yelled and held on tighter, "Pretty please?"

"Still no! Now shoo!" He exclaimed, still shaking his leg.

"No! Pretty please with a cherry on top drizzled in cotton candy?" I asked with a pout.

"Ugh, if I say yes, will you leave?" He asked me.

"Yup." I replied.

"Then... fine!" He exclaimed.

I giggled and got off him.

"You're lucky that I love you." He said, blushing a bit.

"And I love you too, haha!" I said and ran off yelling,

"Leon is trick or treating with me tonight!"