My Poor Angel!!
1309 Words
Next morning
Castiel’s p.o.v.
"AAaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohh. It's you."
We both screamed at once listening to which Lily came in the room.
"What happened? Why are you both screaming?" She asked worried.
"Nothing! nothing." Olivia says scratching her head.
"Why are you up so early today?" I ask lily because she hates waking up early and today is Sunday so.
"I never knew 11 o'clock is considered early." She says innocently.
"So cute." I say slowly but loud enough for Olivia to hear.
"But why do I think that it is sarcastic? Wait! she clearly is mocking us. You get so easily fooled by her innocent looks."
"But I really think she is cute. Just look at-"
"When you finish deciding whether I am savage or cute come to have your breakfast." She says casually. Then I notice that she is wearing an apron.
"You and cooking. How did you even reached up to the stove."
“I used the blue chair.” She just walks out as if my 7 years little lily didn’t just now said that she was going to cook us breakfast.
“Thank god it is Sunday today so you don’t have go to work.” Olivia says holding her head in pain.
“Work… Fred… Do you remember how we got home yesterday or was that just a dream?” Ohh no. Don’t tell me that was true.
“No actually. I just remember that I feel asleep there while you were singing. Nooo we called your boss and-” She is in a complete panic state right now.
“And you threatened to beat up Brian.” I complete her sentence and now we both are pacing back and forth in the room.
“I remember Mr. Devil and Brian came to the bar and probably brought us back home. And… and.”
“And what?”
“I probably called him Mr. Devil, capitalist, exploiter, cold and arrogant. I am done for sure.”
“WHAT!! You really have a death wish huh.”
“But I was drunk then.”
“We will see what to do later. Lets go to eat first.”
“Ok. But wait… What is this burning smell.”
“Oh no. Lily.”
We both rush to the kitchen to find burned omelet. I tell Lily to step aside. Olivia cleans the dishes while I show my cooking magic.
Monday morning
Castiel’s p.o.v.
“I don’t want to go.” I say holding the door firmly cause Lily and Olivia are forcing me out.
“You need to go. You can’t hide at home.” Olivia says trying to convince me.
“But I am scared.” I say in my defense.
“I thought you are never scared. You told me to face my fear but here you are scared like a coward.” Lily says crossing her arms. She really knows my weakness.
“I can be anything but not a coward. I will go. But...” I look at Lily and Olivia and they are giving me annoyed looks.
“Ok ok. I am going. Bye bye.” I give Lily a good bye kiss, take a deep breathe and go down stairs.
“Ready to face the day. You can do it.” I say to myself.
In Fred Lewis’s office
Fred’s p.o.v.
“Good morning Mr. Lewis. Is there anything you need?”
“I just wanted to ask where you went that day.” I really want to know whether she remembers anything or not.
“Which day are you referring to?” She asks narrowing her eyebrows.
“The same day you took me, your boss, to the roller coaster although you knew that I have problem with heights.” I say raising my eyebrows.
“Oh. I apologize for that day. I am really sorry. And I just went to karaoke with my friend.” She says looking at the ground.
“You made me sick and yourself went to karaoke. How cruel!” I say mocking her.
“I am really sorry. It won’t happen next time.” She says guilty.
“There is still next time.” She shakes her head saying ‘no’.
“So do you remember anything else? Which happened at the bar?”
“Apart from drinking and singing nothing else. Is there anything that happened which I need to remember?” Does she really doesn’t remember or is just playing dumb??
“No no. Just asking. How about you go and get me a cup of coffee?”
“Not the same damn trick again.” She mumbles slowly.
“What? Any problem?” I ask raising my eyebrow.
“Of course not. Mr. Lewis. I will go right away.” She hurriedly goes out of the office.
“But be sure not to break my coffee cup again.” I say mockingly. She really looks pathetic now.
After a while she brings a cup of coffee and also sugar, caramel, heavy cream, and even hot water and coffee beans. I really want to laugh right now. She didn’t forget my little joke last time I guess.
“Are you going to open a coffee shop here at my office or what?” I say sarcastically.
“No. That... I… Actually...”
“Forget it. Go and get a hot chocolate then.” It is quite fun to she her in panic like this.
“Huh!”
“Any problem.” I ask raising my eyebrows.
“No. Of course not.”
She hurriedly goes out of the office and again brings a cup of hot chocolate with sprinkles, whipped cream can, stick biscuits, and coca powder.
“If I ask you to bring some sweets then you will open a whole cafe here.” I say unable to control the sarcasm.
I hear some one knocking. It must be Adria. I told her to bring some files.
“Come in.” I order.
“Sir. The files you asked.” She hands me the files.
“Castiel. Give the hot chocolate to Miss. Parker.”
“Oh. Ok.” She hands her the cup with a smile.
She turns to me and says, “Boss. If there is nothing else then I will leave.”
Boss! She never called me boss. But I did tell her to call me boss at the karaoke bar. Is it coincidence or she is playing dumb with me and remembers it clearly??
“Wait! Miss. Parker if there is nothing else than you can leave?”
“Ok sir.” She leaves the office and I turn to Castiel.
“Why did you suddenly called me boss?” I ask her trying to read her expression.
“Didn’t you tell me to….” She does remembers huh!!
“Tell you what?”
“s**t!!” She mumbles under her breathe.
“No swearing young lady.” I say imitating an old man.
“So you remember. Do you know how much you owe me?” I say in a strict tone.
“Soorrry. I am really sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just- soorrrryy.” She says still looking at the floor.
“Does the floor look better than me?”
She looks up and says innocently, “No. Of course not. You are the most handsome.”
“Then why wasn’t this included in all the great characters you mentioned that day?”
“Mr. Lewis I know I am wrong. I shouldn’t have taken you to the roller coaster. I shouldn’t have called you at such late night. I should not have said you are a capitalist, exploiter, cold and I don’t know what what I said. I am really sorry. It won’t happen again. Please don’t fire me.”
She looks so pitiful right now. She is in the edge of crying. I can’t control my laughter anymore. 1. 2. 3.
She looks at me with a confused expression and says, “Why are you laughing? Wait. You don’t really want to fire me right!! If you wanted to fire me then I wouldn’t be standing here in your office but packing my stuff. You just wanted to see me make fun of myself. You are so mean.”
“Finally figured out?”
She turns around to leave the office.
“Wait. Take these things with you. Whipped cream can? Seriously? Are you feeding a pig or what??”
She takes the things and goes out. While I get back to my work. My poor Angel.
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