“Please, I am begging you,” he said, rounding his eyes in innocence. He knew those pearly green orbs could melt any heart that looks into it, “You know how I feel, and how can you stand here and make as if you don’t care about me.”
Maybe if he shed a tear, his plea might just work. Working on it, he blinked his eyes as it started to water.
“Please Amy,” he pleaded, as his voice choked.
I looked at the man kneeling in front of me as he looked up at me like a sad puppy. With his silky brown hair he doesn’t look anything like a lost puppy, instead he looked like someone I can’t trust.
“Amelia Hart,” he said, pronouncing each syllable of my name, “I promise you, this will be the last time.”
“Last time!” I repeated huffily, “That’s what you said previously. I can’t trust you, Sean.”
Sean Richardson blinked away the crocodile tears and stared at me, assuming his innocent pose again. I will not be fooled by that round, green eyes again.
“Amy,” he said, “Please, you can’t be like this.”
“Watch me,” I said as I stood up in my office. Sean who was kneeling on the ground, stood up quickly, towering over me, but I don’t even feel intimidated by him.
“I will do anything for you,” he said, taking my hands in his.
“Jump off the building, then,” I said in a mean tone, as he looked at me unperturbed. I knew he wouldn’t do it.
“Anything, but that,” he said, as he ran his hand through his hair, sighing.
“You can’t keep doing this, Sean,” I said, but I know any advice would just go through one of is ears and go out the other. It’s like pouring water over yam leaves; you can keep poring but the leaves will never soak up the water.
“I promise you it’s the last time,” he said, “I’m done with chasing after girls.”
I looked at him, could he be telling the truth?
“Okay, say I believe you,” I said, “I will help you this last time. The next time you get into a relationship, it’s your funeral. I will act as your girlfriend this last time.”
“Oh Amy, I love you!” Sean said, as he grabbed me in a bear hug. I struggled to let go.
“Let go of me Sean,” I said, pushing him away as he laughed.
“I will treat you to lunch for a week this time,” he said, as I looked at him despondently.
“A week is it?” I said contemplatively, “Okay, sounds like a good deal. Better than a day like the last time.”
“Okay, see you later, Amy,” Sean said as he left my office, “I will call you tonight.”
I sighed as I sat back on my chair looking at my personal computer. I don’t seem to have the interest to continue my work, so I opened my Angry Birds game and played it to take my mind off things. This is almost the tenth time I’ve been helping Sean to settle his girlfriends’ problems since I knew him.
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My One And Only (Original Work)Teen Fiction
Sean and Amelia are the bestest of friends - a platonic one at that too. Sean has many girlfriends and always asks Amelia to pose as his girlfriend when he wants to break up with the other girls, and one day Amelia needed Sean's help in return to po...