BEDAZZLED SLOWLY BY YOU

CHAPTER 5

Good just wanted to go home and play games not following this man around. It's tiring.

What are they doing at a place where everyone looked like working in men in black?

But Good thought it is fascinating. Almost everyone is wearing a suit but he thinks it felt itchy and uncomfortable. It's hot maybe?

As he ponders about suits he suddenly bumps into something hard. Good's eyes climb up and met Jaxion's eyes that have his head turn to the side.

"Why are you daydreaming while walking?." Ax asked with a frown.

"Are you hot?." Good suddenly asked.

"Huh?." A genuine wonder crossed Jaxion's eyes.

Hot like the weather or the other use term on referring someone's physical attributes?

Subconsciously Jaxion knows that it is the literal meaning of the word.

Good looked up and think of another way to say it.

Is it hot?

The sun is out...

The weather is not cold...

Good nodded at the last one.

"Because it's not cold."

Jaxion stared at Good's firm and clear eyes. His pair is too clear that it looks like everything he says is full of honesty. "Did you mean, am I feeling hot?."

"Yes."

"Why do you always have to make something simple too complicated? No, I'm not, I'm in the well-air-conditioned room most of the time." Jaxion sighed as they entered the Italian restaurant just across from his building.

Well, don't like eating out. He prefers eating at home instead of looking at menus that make simple meat or fish dishes names complicated and sometimes the food that arrived is not something he expected them to be. It sounded like a fish but why has it's suddenly become a potato?

Now that he is staring at a menu that is written in a language that his head cannot comprehend, Good's brain felt like it will malfunction anytime soon.

"What do you want to eat?." Jaxion asked while his eyes is focus on the menu he is holding.

"I am not hungry."

Jaxion glances at Good to see if he is telling the truth. No, he can't tell if Good is being honest or he is lying because his expression is always the same.

I want to see different expressions...

Shit! What am I thinking...

''I will pay so just order what you want." Jaxion chooses to go ahead to not hear any ridiculous reasons.

Good did not say anything as he focus on the menu once again. He squinted his naturally sleepy-looking eyes as if that way the letters will suddenly morph themselves into something he can understand.

Jaxion who can't help himself from glancing at Good saw what he is doing. "Is there's something wrong with your eyes?."

"No, but there's something wrong with the menu."

Ax's brows knitted together at that. "May I see?."

He took the hardbound menu and compared it to his but he can't see anything wrong because it was the same. "It's the same as mine...there's nothing wrong with it."

Good remembered his mother saying to be polite in pointing out things that he cannot understand so he think of how to say that it's written on language he doesn't know. "Are they food?."

Jaxion blinked as his brain tried hard not to the short circuit while trying to understand what Good is saying. They are inside a restaurant, it will be weird if they are selling construction materials right?

"You mean what's written on it? Is it too hard to say that you can't understand what's in here than coming up with some lame-ass excuse?."

"Because I'm polite." Good replied leaving Jaxion's sanity suffered a serious blow.

Polite?! Where? When?

Good really thought that he is just being polite but the person in front of him reacting like he killed his cow.

Jaxion took a deep breath then breath out to calm himself before his perfectly healthy heart suddenly have an attack. "I will handle the ordering, just sit there quietly."

Good did not react to that as he study Jaxion's perfectly styled hair.

It looks stiff...

Good's finger is tempted to poke the unmoving hair but instead, he suddenly leans closer across the table to the shocked Jaxion and blows to his face.

Hmm... They are stiff, he concluded when Jaxion's hair did not sway at all.

Jaxion involuntarily closed his eyes on the sudden attack of Good's breath as the whiff of the sweet smell of candies assaulted his senses.

What just happened? What was that?

His eyes found the slightly frowning Good that is staring at his face. "Is there's something on my face that you have to randomly blow on it instead of just telling me what is it?."

"Your hair... They are hard."

Oh...

Before he will end up banging his head to the nearest electrical post Jaxion just decided to pretend nothing happened as he called a waiter to give his order.

Calm down...

He shouldn't be affected by how Good's attention span is shorter than a three-year-old. From the menu to his hair. Yep, the two are just so related he wanted to go see a psychiatrist to look after his dimming sanity.

Good stayed quiet after that as he don't feel like talking anymore. The place they are at is quiet and cold. The people that are currently eating are talking in hush voices like they are afraid that someone is listening.

Men in crisp suits and women wear formal business attire. There's no loud laughter like those at fast foods and food stalls. Just people eating quietly full of manners.

Good think of Can. Maybe that's why Can leave the Prince... He can't eat however he like. Good nod on his thought. That is the best reason he can think of why Can run to God where is that place is. His dad want him to visit him but his mom disagreed. She's afraid he may end up in Russia instead and start making a snowman army instead of finding his way home.

She has a point.

When their food was served all Good wanted to do is ask the chef why they made food that look too artificial to eat.

"Let's eat," Jaxion said in a flat tone. The poor boss hasn't recovered yet from the Good disaster that whimsically appeared in his life. He is eating already when he felt Good's eyes boring hole on his head. "What?."

"Is it edible?."

"Yes, it is edible," Jaxion said while trying to restrain himself from pulling his hair in agony.

"Okay." Good once again tasted everything one by one before actually eating.

Good do that because he wanted to know if he liked the taste before eating it but people can't understand that that's why he doesn't know how to explain it.

His parents let him do it all the time and his friends never question that.



"How long are you working in my company?." Jaxion broke the silence that envelops them.

"One year."

"Do you like it there?."

Good think carefully while chewing his food. "It's quiet."

"Which is quite?."

What is the connection between liking work and silence?

"I like it because it's quiet."

Ahh...

"Why?."

"You want noise while working?." Good asked instead.

"I- ." Jaxion is looking for the right come back but his head suddenly becomes blank.

"Can you be normal for once?" Jaxion sighed in agony. His brain cells are suffering damage every time Good is near.

But it's you who are pulling him near...

The stupid part of his brain supplied him with the obvious.

Good cannot understand which one of what he said is not normal. But he doesn't like wasting his time guessing what's inside other people's minds.

He took the soft-looking dessert and got lost inside the fluffy goodness of the sweet treat.



(It's just pannacotta by the way ? I love it personally)

Good savored the soft conviction that melts upon contact with his tongue and a rare smile formed on his lips as his eyes meet Jaxion's confused pair.

Good's eyes narrowed slightly as he smiles. Jaxion is not sure why he felt mesmerized. Shaking his head on a sudden spell that he's into he avoids the image in front of him by continuing eating but his eyes betray him as they would glance at Good who is not paying him any heed.

That is rude!

That thought did not sit well inside Jaxion.

"After this I want you to arrange the files on my computer while I'm at a meeting," Jaxion told Good when he still can't come up with a job that he can throw the troublemaker into.

"Hire a secretary," Good said.

He is not an organized person, his mother has been telling him that. The reason that his room barely has anything on it is for him to be able to find his things. Just everything that he needs or he will put it into chaos by just a minute.

His laptop was organized by his dad. Being a web designer, Lee decided to put a proper label on his son's computer folders according to content when he saw the boy one time almost into tears while clicking on folders that named my things 1, my things 2, and so on.

"It's your punishment."

Good ponders on the word punishment and thinks of his violation but he can't think of any.

"I'm innocent."

"Of course you are." Jaxion sipped on the table wine that comes with the food slowly.

Good is thinking about how to tell his boss that he may end up messing up all his files itching to go back to his post in the I.T department.

There no one bothers him.

Then a lightbulb lit up inside his head. Good clasped both hands and as serious as he can be looked at Jaxion and bow three times. "I'm sorry, please lift my punishment."

Santa Maria, Madre de Dios...

"After what I'm asking you, you can go back to uncle Boomee but for now do what I'm asking you to do and that's final." Jaxion wipes his mouth with a table napkin and asked for their bill.

Good's brain started working hard to come up with a good excuse to go back to his job.

"My hand has arthritis.''

"That excuse won't work, the computer is what you are holding every single day and now suddenly your hand constructed arthritis?." Jaxion pushed the peculiar boy out of the restaurant after paying.

"I am color blind."

"You don't need colors on what I'm asking you to do."

"Your office has a bomb."

"Of course there is... I'm a bomb."

"I have to be home early today... Can I half-day?."

"No." Jaxion stopped and glared at Good who is spouting bullshit that is not only unbelievable but also downright random. "Another word from you and I'll make you my secretary."

Good purse his lips not to stop but to think some more good reasons.

Ah, Good remember Jaxion saying he will be in a meeting... Then he can sneak out instead.

"Thinking of sneaking out is not allowed... Wait for me in my office then after that you can go back to your normal post." Jaxion said as if reading what's running inside Good's random mind.

And maybe I can go back to my perfect and silent life...

"Here."

Jaxion pushed down Good on his executive chair in front of his computer. He logged in his password and looked down at the dumbfounded Good.

The truth is, there's nothing wrong with his files, as Good said he has a secretary to do things for him but he wanted to teach Good a lesson that he is the boss here and his word is power.

Good been staring blankly at the lighted screen for about ten minutes now. If this is a cartoon show the monitor already blushes with how hard he stares.

He missed Can. He should have followed him to France and learned how to cook instead.

Good started turning the swivel chair around not even bothered that he hasn't clicked a single icon on the screen. The skyscrapers that the glass wall is showing are magnificent to the eye.

Good then thought of something as he started clicking here and there nonstop.

"You mean you left him in your office with all free access on your file?!." Link asked Jaxion in an unbelieving voice. "Are you out of your mind?."

"Not yet because I can still tolerate you."

"Dude, you are being reckless... That's your computer... Does the thought knock some sense?."

Jaxion paused as he realized what he did. He just let a stranger hold his er that has access to all his business.

Idiot...

But Good don't even care that you are a boss...

You have a point ...

But you are still a dumbass...

The two sides of his brain fight giving Ax a huge headache but because he has to be at this meeting he can only message his secretary to check on Good.

He knows Link is wrong in his assumptions... Because his guts are telling him so...