"I….guess I'm ok with that.." Rose shrugged.
"Well..he needs somewhere to stay..and no one else..including all the hotels. will allow him to stay with them." Nick folded his hands on his desk.
"Why?" Rose asked.
Her uncle gave her an "is it really not obvious?" look.
"Because the douches hate me." Deadpool giggled. He was sitting in the chair next to Rose, in what seemed to be the most difficult position possible. One leg over an arm of the chair while he leaned to the opposite side, his hand grazing the black tile floor.
"Is that..comfortable for you?" Rose dared to ask.
"I want you to check in with me daily Rose, and let me know if anything goes sour..at all." Nick sat back in his chair.
"And as for you….don't say anything rude, suggestive, disturbing, don't even look at her if you don't have to" Nick narrowed his eyes at Deadpool.
"Yes mommy" he replied in a girlish voice, causing Rose to let out an audible snicker. She quickly covered her mouth when Nick shifted his glare to her.
"Be back here..11am sharp tomorrow. I'm giving you those extra three hours now..you'll need it" Nick grumbled while opening a binder.
"Can we go now?" Deadpool whined and thrusted his head back.
"YES WADE..get out! Please get out."
"Finally!" Deadpool bounced out of his seat and into the hallway, Rose unsure if she should move or not.
"Come onnnnn lets goooo!" He waved to her impatiently.
"I'll make this work." Rose whispered to her uncle giving him a warm smile.
"I hope you can." Nick whispered back under his breathe
Rose and Deadpool arrived back at her penthouse. Deadpool did his best to charm her on the walk home with chatter about whatever came into his view. Surprisingly enough, Rose wasn't annoyed. She didn't catch everything he said but she didn't mind him talking, although it was a lot. Rose let him step in before her so she could lock the door behind her.
"So…..what are you here for exactly?" Rose finally decided to engage with the strange man.
"Business" He replied in a playful tone.
"Do you have any food?" He blurted and bounded to her kitchen, not hesitating to rummage through the fridge.
"Well, I was going to cook dinner yes." Rose eyed him carefully. "He sure is bold"..she thought to herself.
"Of course I'm going to ask her! What do you mean be nice? I HAVE been nice idiot!" Deadpool snapped at himself, he turned to Rose who was giving him a worried look.
"It's the voices." He reminded her nonchalantly.
"Does that ever bother you? Rose asked cautiously stepping towards him into the kitchen.
"Eh." He shrugged.
"Oh, I'm supposed to ask you! Do you know how to make chimichangas and pancakes?"
"Of course" Rose replied getting down next to him by the fridge.
"Can we have that? For dinner? Pleeeease?" Deadpool pleaded her.
"Tha-that's really what you want?" Rose gave him a bewildered look.
"YES!" Deadpool threw his arms in the air shouting, startling Rose.
"If your cooking is as great as your boobs, I would love for you to make some!" The man took both of Rose's hands and clasped them into his.
"You can't really compare those..." Rose started.
"Don't be silly!" Deadpool pulled her up to her feet.
"Ok well...I'm going to change my clothes and..I'll start on that then" Rose gave him a small smile and ran towards her bedroom.
"This guy is weird, and a little outspoken, but not as bad as the everyone seems to think he is. I mean, so far at least" Rose thought to herself as she got into some more comfortable clothes. A simple pair of black leggings and a grey fitted long sleeved t shirt . She picked her clothes carefully, noticing how easily...provoked this guy was. She took a quick look in the mirror and redid her ponytail before finding her new guest sprawled on the couch, watching T.V., his weapons splayed on the floor under him.
"Well at least he's entertained for now" Rose smirked to herself.
She sat down on the couch next to him for a moment, letting out a sigh and rubbing her neck. Deadpool lifted his head to look at Rose. His eyes traced over her gold tinted dark skin. He blinked while watching her tug on some of her shoulder-length jet black curly hair that she was pulling over her freckled face.
"You're really cute" He muttered.
"Huh?" Rose looked his way, she didn't hear what he said.
"Don't EVER say that to her again"
"Uh...nothing" Deadpool muttered and turned back to the television.
"Her eye color is black."
"So what? your face is fucked up, don't even get any ideas. Besides, Fury won't have you doing anythi-"
Deadpool shifted and let out a soft irritated moan, cutting off the voice in his head.
"Are you alright Deadpool?" Rose asked, looking at him concerned.
"Call me Wade. And yes, I'm fine love" He wiped his face.
"Alright then" Rose smiled getting up from the couch. Wade watched her carefully as she left the room and sighed.
Pancakes were kind of common sense, and googling a chimichanga recipe proved to be one of the most simple things ever. Rose was done cooking within an hour. She put the food on the stove and went back to the couch the find Wade fast asleep his leg hanging off of the side in an unnatural position.
"Can this guy sit on anything properly?" Rose laughed to herself.
"Um Wade" Rose poked his muscular shoulder gently, trying to wake him up but to no avail. Rose got down to eye level with him and gave his arm a soft shove. Wade opened one eye and yanked his head in Rose's direction. His breath hitched in his throat when he realized her face was mere inches away from his.
"Dinner's ready" She smiled warmly and patted his arm before walking away. to sit at a desk in a corner of the room.
Wade raised up on the couch and followed her with his eyes.
"You aren't going to eat?" He asked.
"Not yet. I have to type up these notes to my professor before it gets too late." Rose responded as she powered up her laptop.
"Ok." Was the only reply she got. Rose smirked softly. She could still hear how tired he was in his voice. She knew he would be back at full volume once he had food.
"Well that was close" One of his voices snarled.
"She almost had to see your face..she doesn't want to see that. Besides, you just met.. but even after that...
"Shut up" Wade growled softly when he reached the kitchen. He made sure his back faced the opposite room, and he carefully pulled up his mask above his mouth to quietly stuff his face.
Oh heads up, just so you know the sentences in italics when Deadpool is speaking are the voices in his head talking to him. And please please don't hesitate to review, leave feedback, ideas and critique! This is kinda new for me so it would be greatly appreciated!
