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Shit. Arthur's parents. I knew they were rich, I will never fit in, not in a million years.
I walked over to Eames who looked like he couldn't care less. He was playing with his poker chip out of boredom. I went up to him and cleared my throat.
"Eames?" I asked. He looked at me and gave a half smile.
"Yes love?" he asked, winking. Eames always had a way of making me feel better, even if it was mindless flirting.
"I...don't have anything to wear..." I looked down, embarissed of my choice of person to talk to. He gave a small laugh.
"So?" he asked. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.
"Well it's a formal dinner shit brain. How am I going to dress formally if I have nothing to wear?"
"Alright, alright, enough with the names. Come with me."
He took my arm and dragged me to the front door, throwing me my jacket in the process. Soon, we were walking down a sunny street, filled with people.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He looked at me and gave a warm smile.
"I'm going to buy you something to wear."
"Eames, I wasn't asking for you to buy me something...-"
"I know. This is a gift from me to you." he smiled. Sometimes, Eames was my favourite person on the team.
My cell phone rang on my desk, making the papers vibrate. I looked down at the caller ID.
Unknown number. Well I know who that is. I sighed and picked it up, flipping it open on the way.
"Hello Mother."
"It's me son."
"Dad?"
"Yes."
"Why are you calling?"
"Just to talk to you about Thursday."
"Oh...ok?"
"Your Mother wants me to ask you if you would come before the party starts. Say...8:00?"
"Why?"
"Well, your Mother wants to talk to you before the guests arrive."
"Ok."
"Just you. No-one else."
"Fine Dad."
"And son?"
"Yes?"
"These...people you're bringing." I sighed. Here we go.
"Yes Dad?"
"They are...aware..of how to act at a formal dinner?"
"Dad!"
"They are going to be a lot of important people there. I don't want a bunch of...lower class people messing it up." My hands clenched around the phone in anger.
"Dad. These peope are my friends. They are nice, well-behaved people and they mean a lot to me."
"You could have other...better friends."
"Dad, this conversation is over. See you Thursday." I snapped the phone shut and slammed it onto the table. A cough alerted me that someone was behind me. I swung round to see Cobb standing behind me, arms folded.
"Arthur- we don't have to come if your parents dont-"
"Cobb." I interrupted. "If you guys don't go...then I don't go." Cobb smiled at me. I stood up and straightened my tie.
"They want me to be there early, so I'll send a car for you at 8:45." I smiled. Cobb nodded and walked out of the room. I collapsed back into my chair and sighed.
WEDNESDAY
"Are you ready for tomorrow night?" Eames asked me the next day. He was sat on the chair, leaning back as casually as he could. I worked at my desk, trying to ignore his talking.
"No." I replied. I looked up at him. "Are you?" Eames smirked and nodded.
"Believe it or not darling, but I have acually attended a formal event or 2 in my time." I laughed slightly at the thought of Eames at a formal event. I looked back down at my work, trying to ignore the up-coming events of tomorrow night.
THURSDAY
From the minute I woke up, I felt sick. I hadn't seen my parents in 2 years, and now I was introducing them to my friends-who just so happen to be criminals. I turned over and looked at the clock.
9.42. I groaned and rolled over in the bed. I shut my eyes and tried to block out the bright light seeping in through the curtains. My cell phone buzzed on the drawers next to me. I grabbed it and held it up to my ear, without checking who it was.
"Hello?" I asked, my voice croaky from sleep.
"Arthur, it's Ariadne." I sat up quickly and cleared my throat. The only time Ariadne ever called me was for work, or if something was wrong.
"Ariadne? What is it?" I asked, trying to hide the worry from my voice. I could almost hear her smile from the other end of the phone.
"Cobb wants you to come in a little early today." I sighed. I turned over and rolled out of bed.
"Sure, why?" I asked.
"Something to do with mark research." she shrugged.
"Ok. Give me half an hour."
"Arthur?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry about tonight. It'll be fine."
"...thanks Ariadne. Bye."
"Bye." The phone went dead. I really wished that she was right. I looked over at the couch, where my suit for tonight lay. It was going to be a long day.
