SO! Surge of brillance last night and luckily I remembered to right it in a notebook before I fell asleep. It's a short little thing, but I just LOVE it! Hope all you readers do to! Hints at Alan/TinTin. T for the hinting...
"Alan, do you realize we're in the perfect situation for a servant and master fantasy?" TinTin asked Alan as she looked up from her book.
Alan choked on his drink and spurted out, "W-what?"
"Think about it. My parents work for your family right?" she asked him, setting her book down as she turned in her lounger to face him.
"Technically," he responded hesitantly, setting his notebook to the side as he sat up from his lounger, giving her his full attention.
"My mom is your cook, my dad is your gardener, I am…" TinTin tried to lead him to the answer.
"The maid? I don't know," Alan answered swiftly, rolling his eyes at her heavy sigh.
"In a fantasy, I would be the young master's 'private' servant," TinTin explained to him.
Alan smirked, "I guess that could be true. So –"
"Don't even think that thought Alan! I said 'fantasy' for a reason," TinTin told him bluntly.
"Fantasies are basically dreams Tin, and dreams come true," Alan reasoned, smirking at her as he laid back down on his lounger.
TinTin blushed brightly before stuttering out, "Shut up Alan."
Short and Sweet! R&R!