I smooth my hands down my Darien-chest again. A shiver runs down my spine. Oh God… No. Not thinking about that right now… Scheme. Remember the scheme, damn you! With a sharp inhalation of breath, I tilt my head in Andrew's direction. "What? You don't like my shirt?" I give him my most crestfallen expression. "Is it the glittery violet font?" I think Darien might really actually kill me for this one.
"Ah… well…" He looks around helplessly in an apparent loss for words.
"Or is it that I can't be Mrs. Tuxedo Mask?" I glance down at the text again, which reads just that. "Are you telling me who I can and can't be the misses of?"
"Well… no. I mean, if you really want to be…" His hand flails through the air halfheartedly and words seem to escape him once again.
Reaching over, I slap his shoulder and he winces. This is so great! "Thanks. You're the best, man. I knew you'd support me."
"Um… sure… Darien…"
AN, oh my Darien's gonna be maaaaadd... um yeah, wonder what he's gonna do... I'm sure I'll think of something