I clean up with a lighter heart, things aren't better with Virgil or Dale but I wasn't sitting down and just letting them do as they wished.
A maid had brought my outfit and I dressed up in conservative dress pants and a crisp white shirt, the color of the day is black and white and unsurprisingly, pink but that had to be swapped for blue.
My Grammy says it's Shana's fault for dyeing her hair blue and there was no way they were putting her in a pink dress, I hadn't seen her much but I knew she was having the time of her life.
It's hard enough to feel like you're actually important enough when you're just one in the midst of many, Shana had a big family and I realized that was why she dyed her hair in ridiculous colors, she wanted to stand out, be different, I could understand that.
There's a suit jacket which I slip on and suddenly feel claustrophobic, what can I say? I'm not a big fan of suits.
I take the jacket off again and just sling it over a shoulder, my tie is blue and so is my pocket kerchief. I pack my hair up in a man bun, little tendrils peeking out and I declare myself ready.
Almost like he had heard me, a knock resounds on the door. I already know who it is so I don't bother to ask.
"Come in."
"We'll be late, Hayden." Yanis says in worry.
I roll my eyes at his antics. "You just came in." I remind him. "Plus, shouldn't you be fashionably late, you know being the celebrity that you are." I tease.
He just throws himself face up on my bed, his sleek, dark hair fanning around. "I'm not, at least the paparazzi left me alone when I was younger."
"Hmm?" I hum thoughtfully. "I wonder why."
He shoots me a glare but pushes a hand through his styled hair. "Mother made me go for that ridiculous party when I came back from Greece and now I can't step out peacefully, this morning there was a bunch of girls waiting by the path I usually take while on a run, I have no idea how they got in the estate."
I walk over to him to pat his cheek comfortingly, I have to lean over to do this and it's no surprise that I lose my balance and fall right over him.
The door chooses this moment to get knocked and swing open, I whip my head around and smile internally at the view of Virgil standing frozen with fury in his cold blue eyes.
"Can I help you with something?" I ask politely, getting off Yanis just to sit beside him and silently ask his help on doing up my cufflinks - only demons can do them all by themselves, I mean it's hard enough doing it with two hands but with one hand, it's just impossible.
"I-I, uh, I mean, Renee said I should come find you." He stutters slightly.
I smile widely at him but it doesn't reach my eyes. "I'm almost done, tell her I'll be down soon." I say, sitting unnecessarily close to Yanis.
"You're a piece of work, you know that." Yanis shakes his head when the door closes shut. "If you had just let me punch some sense into him, I wouldn't have to be going through all these."
I scoot even closer to him at this, sitting on his legs. "Maybe I want to get back at you too for disappearing on me with no letters or emails, plus this is way more efficient than punching and what if Virgil decides to punch back? I'm not getting you physically hurt because of some petty revenge." I pat his chest, Yanis knew about my crush of Virgil and he had seriously listened to me and accepted me anyway.
"But getting me hurt any other way is fine?" He asks dryly.
I grin so wide that my eyes turn to slits, poking my tongue out playfully and bouncing a bit. "It's not my fault that you came back weird, you've never minded body contact or shirtlessness before." I boop his nose, getting off.
"We better get going if we don't want to be late." I murmur, walking over to the vanity to check if I had ruined anything.
"Too late, we already are."
I hum at this absently, tugging on my shirtsleeves and adjusting my tie.
"It's not fair." Yanis suddenly wails and I turn around to see him lying on the bed again, one hand thrown over his eyes."
"What isn't, Yani?" I ask, walking back.
"You." He takes his hand off face to stare up at me with dark eyes.
I blink, confused. "I'm sorry? I'm not following."
He just collapses back on the bed in frustration. "I think that's what makes it worse, the fact that you genuinely don't know."
I frown this time, moving closer. "Don't know what? Stop leaving me in the dark, Yani or I'll kick your shins." I threaten lightly.
He sits up at this and pulls me closer, keeping his legs open so I can get really close. "When I was coming back, I expected you to look different." He starts saying and I smile, he had a habit of beating around the bush when he had something really important to say.
"Says the one that came back with a new haircut and no glasses." I fire back.
"But you don't just look different." He continues, ignoring my weak attempt at distracting him. "You're gorgeous and I don't know how that bastard doesn't see it." He cups my face, a serious expression on his handsome face.
I get all flustered, darting my eyes around the room.
"And if you just let me hit some sense into them." He shakes his head at this point. "Two brains and they're both not working."
I laugh at this. "Come on, we're already late." I take his hands off my face to pull him up.
"Can you tell that I'm stalling?" He asks dryly, holding me down so that I can't pull him up.
"Why would you do that?" I ask in confusion.
"Your plan is terrifying."
I pout. "It's just you pretending to be my boyfriend, how hard can that be?"
He gets up in a flash, throwing an arm around my waist so that I can't step back. "What can I say? You're distracting."