My eyes opened and I saw my beloved faceless angel sitting down on the grass next to me. We were still in the same endless meadow, under the same endless sky as always. She smiled warmly down upon me, gently caressing my cheek with her hand.
"How long as it been?" "Eight years; you've been awake for eight years now." My eyes lowered a little. "And you? Are you also awake, wherever you are?" "I just woke up, not too long ago. I woke up in your lap." Smiling passionately up at her, my fingers also reached up to touch her soft face. "Were you happy? To see me, there with you?" Her gaze softened in the gentlest, most adoring way possible.
My eyes shut as she continued to stroke my cheek with her pale, slender fingers. "Do you remember when we first met?" "I did not know I was dreaming. I could never dream up anything like you." "Just like you, I saw him, and I loved him; the man who cradled me in his arms all these years." I reopened my eyes to look at this angelic being, this god-like creation. Her smile still shown down upon me, like the sun. "I am so happy, my angel…. my wife." "So am I, husband."
"You didn't have to drive me home, Mr. Grey," I sat in the passenger's seat of Mr. Grey's car. He sighed to himself while resting his cheek on his free palm. "We need to work on you calling me "Christian" full-time." "I think that would be highly unethical, Mr. Grey. I agreed to call you that out in public, but we need to keep our private somewhat professional." For my sake. He chuckled lowly to himself, giving his head a little shake.
"I have to admit, museums aren't as boring as I remember. We should go more often." I blushed for felt like the millionth time that day, electing not to say anything. Instead, I kept my stare down on my hands. "Did you have fun, Anastasia?" "W-well, yes." "Me too," his grin deepened- organically too. "Mr. Grey?" "Hmmmmm?" "I'm…. sorry," my eyes lowered a bit. The guilt was starting to eat away at me. "For what?" "For… For seeming if I'm a bit distant; I don't mean to be. It's just…. with my situation and all…." And then, I immediately understood my mistake. I said "situation"; not "school" like I meant. Lucky for me, Mr. Grey didn't seem to catch on.
"You mean with your PhD? I understand; your life is about to get very busy, very soon." "Yes, that's right. Which is why I can't…. get attached," I was whispering by now. Oh god, what was I saying? I sounded like a moron. Lucky- or unlucky for me- we turned the corner onto my block at this point. Imagine both of our surprises to see a police car parked outside my building. I knew that specific car; it was Paul's. Wait, Paul? Oh, that's right! He's coming over for movies tonight. Oh!... Oh.
Mr. Grey did not look happy- not at all. I doubt he knew it was Paul's wagon, but he immediately worried nonetheless. The car came to a stop and we both got out; not what I was expecting… kinda. Paul was just getting out from his door at this time too. He spotted me first and smiled. "Ana!" Then, like clockwork, he and Mr. Grey saw each other. Oh boy; here we go. I braced myself for the oncoming guy-attack. They each frowned, clearly unimpressed by the other's presence.
"What is he doing here?" As if to add fire to the fuel, they lashed out at the same time, pointing to one another. They had a lot more in common than I think they realized. Of course, they weren't looking at me for an answer; keeping their glares glues in one direction. "Did you drive Ana home?" "That's none of your business. And what are you doing waiting outside her apartment?" "Not that it's any of your information, but Ana and I are having a movie night together- alone." "You what?" Mr. Grey now blinked frustrated at me. Oh great! Now I'm officially involved in this petty nonsense. But before I could reply, Paul defiantly crossed his arms.
"What's your issue there, Grey? Ana and I have been close friends for years. I'm allowed to come see her whenever I want." Oh, come on, Paul; please don't antagonize him further. "How's that going to look with her being in a relationship now?" Mr. Grey shot back. I rolled my eyes; ok, that wasn't a good burn either, Mr. Grey. Gees, these two… "Did you forget the meaning of the word "fake"? And last I checked, there's nothing about being in a fake relationship which says that you have to drive Ana home."
I didn't hear Mr. Grey's retort; my eye caught something up on my floor from my apartment window. The living room light was on; strange, I distinctly remember not turning it on this morning. A human-shaped shadow passed by the window and my eyes grew in remembrance. It must be Mr. Bodyguard! He has the only other key; I got one made for Daddy, which he must have given to him. Well that's just perfect! Not only do I have two insanely over-protective men out here, now there's an underground muscleman upstairs in my apartment. Paul and Mr. Grey are going to lose their shit when they find out.
Gritting my teeth, I pulled out my fob and went to open the apartment's main door. Ok, if I can hide or get Mr. Bodyguard to leave before either of them see, all will be well. "I'm just going upstairs for a moment," I called, not looking behind me. To my utter horror, both men followed inside, still arguing like cats and dogs. What?! No, why is this happening? Can't they fight outside? Why do they have to follow me? It's not like they're even paying attention to me or anything- they really weren't right now.
With the longest sigh, I reached into my backpack to pull out my flat key. Ugh! He even left the front door open; it was resting open a sliver. My hand stretched out to push it open fully until… "Didn't I tell you to keep your ringer on?" We all spun around to see Mr. Bodyguard coming up the apartment steps; the ones we just ascended. Paul and Mr. Grey stopped fighting to gawk at the man for a second; for Mr. Bodyguard's part, he ignored their presence entirely.
"Who is this man?!" Mr. Grey finally found the voice to ask. "Wait! I know you… You're the guy from the other night! The one that chased the man," Paul suddenly gasped, pointing at him dumbfounded. "Who the hell are you?" Mr. Bodyguard tisked, peering over to them from the corner of his eye. Meanwhile, while this was happening, I nervously turned back to the slightly open door. The pieces came together pretty quickly… My bottom lip began to tremble as my hand froze midair out in front of me.
"He's inside…." I managed a whisper. "Huh?" All three sets of eyes blinked over to me puzzled. "The informant… he's inside," I turned back to Mr. Bodyguard. Before we had time to blink, he ran like a shot through my front door. "Black!" His scream echoed through the whole complex. "Ana!" Both Paul and Mr. Grey dashed after me as I also sprinted. We came to see Mr. Bodyguard at one side of my livingroom/kitchen, and Black at the other. "You!" Paul immediately pointed at Black furiously.
"Hiya, princess and… cop I don't remember." "I'll kill you!" We then watched Mr. Bodyguard lift up my whole goddamn kitchen table; the entire table above his head. I wasn't lying or exaggerating when I said this guy is crazy strong. The men's mouths dropped in utter shock- expect for Black's- while I stared with wide, wide eyes. Holy… Holy crap! He's going to throw the whole table at the informant! Without warning, I suddenly leapt towards Mr. Bodyguard, hanging off one of his arms. This definitely caught everyone's attention in the room.
"No, don't! You're going to kill him!" I pleaded with this brute. "He can try," Black helped literally nothing; he even had the audacity to shove his hands into his pockets and smirk. "Anastasia!" Mr. Grey and Paul, meanwhile…. "You're dead! You're dead! You're so frikin dead!" Mr. Bodyguard continued to shriek at the dangerous informant. "Mr. Bodyguard, please!" I kept begging, on the verge of tears now. "Did you just call him "Mr. Bodyguard"? That's just adorable! Isn't that precious, Odo?" "Piss off!"
"You're under assert!" Paul announced, pointing straight at Black. Big mistake. Black tried to make a dash out the window. Mr. Bodyguard dropped the table on the ground, breaking it in half in the process, and proceeded to chase/fight the informant right in my apartment. When Black ran into my room, Mr. Bodyguard looked at me. "Call your dad!" This was the last thing he said before I was practically dragged out by Paul and Mr. Grey; each holding one of my hands. By the time we got outside, there was another cop car and a small gathering of Dollars. Mother Focker. Mr. Grey looked horrified at the gangsters. While he rushed me to his car and Paul went to talk with the other police in a terrified manner, I glanced back up at my apartment; you could things breaking left, right, and center. And lots and lots of yelling- mostly Black's name.
Well! Looks like I'm moving. A sarcastically great ending to a literally great day. Fantastic indeed.