forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Yeah, right. Please tell me you don’t actually believe that. Angry moms are the worst kinds of moms,” Daisy said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re very protective of their babies.”

“She’s actually the cold calm kind of angry,” he shrugged. “And I’ve been doing this for five years. I’ve become strong. If she kills me, Cam’ll be upset. I think that’s the only reason I’m kind of alive right now. Even after he gets me in trouble, my man still keeps my alive.”

Daisy shook her head again with a soft chuckle. “Well, all right, then. As long as you’re not going to get killed in your sleep by your sister. Wouldn’t that be tragic? I would have no one to feed— oh, wait! It’ll be cheaper, too, that way. Maybe it would be a good thing…”

“Hey!” Arvil shot her a wounded look. “You’d miss me. You know you would, Darling. You honestly can’t imagine a life without this very handsome man, can you?”

“Well, I think I was doing pretty well before I met you,” she joked in a hum, her lips curling up in a smirk.

“But now you’re doing better after meeting me,” Arvil remarked, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’ve grown on you, Daisy. Just admit it.”

“Now, why would I do that?” she drawled, closing her eyes as she leaned back in her seat. Her smirk grew, and she chuckled a bit again.

“Because I’m amazing?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “Fine, you don’t have to admit it. We both know the truth, anyway.”

Daisy laughed softly and opened her eyes to turn to him. “All right. Maybe I would miss you a little bit,” she teased with a grin.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to take that,” Arvil sighed dejectedly as he took a turn, nearing his company. “We’re almost there. I’ll miss you when you’re gone, Daisy.”

Daisy hummed, a slight pink hue on her cheeks again. “You’ll see me again soon, Arvil. Plus, uh… If you’re not busy, we should, um, have a talk. Or maybe have it another day at one of our homes or something,” she reminded him quietly.

“A talk?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah… maybe Saturday. I’m free that day, so I’ll come over. We can talk then.”

“Deal,” Daisy agreed with a nod. “Noon. I’ll make lunch. But I will expect you to have had breakfast.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Arvil laughed as he turned to the parking lot for employees. “I wouldn’t want to get in your bad side.”

Daisy rolled her eyes and glanced out the window before turning back to him. “Oh, no, you certainly would not want that. I’m rather vicious, you know.”

“I’d rather not have two women out of my blood,” Arvil continued, finding his parking space and parking his car. “And here we are.”

“Of course not,” Daisy chuckled as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She opened the door before turning back to give him a small smile. “I’ll see you Saturday, Arvil.”

Arvil waited for a second or two before climbing out after her.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pecking her softly on the lips. “Thought I saw the Paparazzi…”

He did not, in fact, see any.

Daisy paused, somewhat shocked by his actions. Especially when all he did was give her that quick kiss, not even giving her time to respond to it. She blinked up at him, tilting her head. In a split second decision, she reached up to cup his cheek and gently returned it.

“Better give them something to talk about, then,” she said quietly by way of explanation before turning around and walking away.

Arvil blinked at her, watching as she walked away. He continued to watch her, leaning back against the car. Only when she disappeared from his view did he push himself off and walk into his building.

She was… truly something.

[Time skip: Saturday]

Daisy had cleaned up her entire apartment in preparation for Arvil coming over. Not that she was a necessarily messy person, but there were a few things here and there that had needed tidying. At least his coming over gave her reason to do so.

She’d thrown her hair up in a ponytail and opted to keep the glasses for the day instead of her contacts. Her shirt was just a simple gray sweatshirt with “Harvard University” on it in maroon letters, something her father had given her, and she’d decided to wear plain black leggings under it.

Arvil had simply worn a maroon shirt along with sweatpants, deciding it was too much of a hassle to get dressed formally. True to his word, he had eaten breakfast. He knew she would grill him alive if he told her he forgot.

So now here he was, in front of her apartment door. He knocked, and then waited.

Daisy looked up from stirring the chicken into the pasta and glanced at the door. She sighed and turned the heat off, glad she’d decided to cook the chicken first and then add it to the pot.

“I’m coming!” she called, moving the pot onto a cool burner before making her way over to the door. She opened it with a small smile and stepped aside to let Arvil. “Hey, I’m just finishing up the food.”

When she opened the door and smiled at him, Arvil smiled back. He stepped inside and looked around before his eyes landed on Daisy.

“What, no greeting kiss?” he teased her, a twinkle in his eyes. “It smells wonderful, by the way.”

Daisy rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind him. She gently pushed him toward the kitchen, where she then went back to stirring pasta.

“I didn’t realize that it was required,” she drawled. “And I’m glad. I hope it tastes as good as it smells. It’s chicken Alfredo.”

Arvil grinned when she pushed him, and then leaned against the kitchen wall as he watched her.

“Of course, it will,” he assured her. “Anything I can help with?”

“Not really, no. I already set the table. Unless you want to get the cups from the table and fill one with water and the other with whatever you’d like to drink,” Daisy mused, casting him a quick glance over her shoulder. She blinked, turning away before he could see her blush. Why did men have to be so attractive when they leaned against a wall or doorway? “You can help yourself to whatever you find in the fridge.”

“I’ll just have water,” Arvil said as he pushed himself off and did as he was told. He began to fill water in the cups, humming to himself. “How are you, Daisy?”

“I’m fine. Nothing really to push me one way or the other lately,” Daisy said with a shrug as she pulled the pot off the stove and poured the pasta into the large bowl she’d already grabbed. She picked it up and set it on the table before looking back at Arvil. “What about you? How are you?”

“I’m good,” he set the cups on the table, turning to look at her the same time she looked at him. “I ended up being bored through the day, so I started redesigning a game we’ve already released. It’s a kid’s game.”