Err...umm...I dunno what I was supposed to do with this...guess I'll do improv.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers(ha, haven't said that in a while).
"Sit," I commanded, settling down onto a chair while the man looked around warily. He did not sit down, instead, he leaned against a wall, staring at me curiously. I returned his gaze with the same amount of curiosity.
I wondered why he was here. Private property was not allowed to be trespassed upon unless with the permission of the owner, myself or my mother. I know Mother would never allow a man on premises, especially not after her experience with them. That was technically why there were only maids, no butlers.
Thus explained why I stared at this man. I had never saw one before. I had a picture of my father in my mother's room, I remembered the night when my parents last talked to each other. I observed his features very carefully, ignoring how he seemed uncomfortable under my gaze.
His eyes were more narrower than mine. They were a beautiful bright blue, glowing, yet somewhat glassy in appearance. His hair was black...darker than the color of my own...his shoulders were more broader than mine. His arms were muscular, not slender like mine. He didn't have the curves that a woman would have had.
I blushed in my mind. I felt embarrassed that I was this clueless about men. Of course they would have a different body build than a female. Then again, it was my first time meeting a man...I could barely remember my father.
I shook my head. I wasn't supposed to be fascinated. I was raised to be negative about men.
"Why have you come here?" I asked the question from earlier.
"I need help," he repeated his answer.
"With what?" I continued. My eyes widened, before I started going into a coughing fit, like before. I coughed out bright green substances, splattering onto my lap and my hand. The man tilted his head to the side, watching me cough. Not even the slightest hint of surprise or pity was on his face. He didn't show that he saw what I was coughing out...but I bet he was ignoring it.
"My brother lost his car around this area," he stated. I gave him a disbelieving look, before wiping off my hands with a stray towel left on my bed. Surely, he shouldn't have expected me to believe that? Just how idiotic was this man anyway?
"No one has been on this property besides myself and the people of this mansion, especially men," I said crudely. My voice came out as cracked again, but I could still talk more words than I could before.
"Well..." the man's face twisted into confusion, as if he was trying to think of an excuse. His eyes shined brighter before fading away.
"Er, he got car-jacked, so we believe that the carjacker left his car somewhere where he wouldn't expect anyone to find it, say, 'private property'," the man used his fingers to make quotation signs.
"Well, I can assure you we have no car of your brother's here."
"What about the Lamborghini?" he demanded, leaning up from against the wall and walking in front of me.
"My maids have bought the Lamborghini from a dealership. The money came from my mother's wallet," I responded. His eyebrows crossed into a frown, and he grit his teeth. He opened his mouth to say something, but I heard footsteps.
"Young Mistress, are you awake yet?" A knock on my door was all it took for me to abruptly get up and shove the surprised man into my closet. I leaped into bed and pretended that I had just woken up.
"Come in," I answered.
"Have you examined the Lamborghini yet?"
"..." I shook my head, casually getting up and leaning against my closet door. Wait...why was I attempting to hide him? I despised men...maybe it was because he was sort of innocent...he hadn't done anything wrong...yet.
"Young Mistress, would you like us to move the Lamborghini to the Collection Garage?"
"No, not yet," I said. The woman bowed and said something before leaving.
"The Mistress is coming to visit you today," she announced. I froze as she closed the door. My body shook, as my bangs shifted slightly to cover my eyes. Mother...was coming home...
"YIPPEE!" I screamed, leaping towards my bed. Jumping up and down, I yelped in excitement, squealing in happiness. Mother was finally coming home, after all this time! I hugged my pillow and grinned. I had not seen Mother in a few months. She was busy managing another company she opened in Mexico. I couldn't wait for her to come home!
Remembering what the maid had said, usually it meant Mother would be coming home in a few hours. I gasped, instantly leaping out of bed and rushed to my mirror. My hair was tussled up and looked like I had been electrocuted, my eyes looked tired and I was still wearing a nightgown.
Running a brush through my hair, I quickly rushed to my closet, trying to decide what to wear when I screamed in surprise. I did a flying kick at his chest before scrambling to my bed. He didn't look affected by my kick.
I almost forgot that the man was on private property. Grumbling to myself, I got up and walked to him. Of course, that was when I noticed the OTHER man that I had never seen before being squished against my clothes by the original man who had trespassed.
I did not react at first. If I screamed, it would attract the attention of the maids. I tried to decide what was more important. Dealing with the male's protests about his brother's car getting stolen or making an influence on Mother that I have been a responsible daughter watching over the house.
Grabbing a nice dress shirt and skirt, I gave the two males one last long look.
"Stay here and don't make a sound. I'll be back to deal with you two momentarily."
Carefully closing the door, I skipped away to change for my meeting with Mother. Well, that was exceptionally easy. If boys were gentlemen, then they would listen to a lady's orders.
Pssh. Not the twins.
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