AN: HA HA. I would like to thank you all for the reviews and I encourage
you to continue that habit. LOL. Any ways for you K/S fans don't worry I'm
one too that being said read I hope you won't be disappointed in the end.
The door to Sebastian's apartment creaked open causing Annette to be shaken from a movie that had been on the television. Her eyes wandered to the door as a smiling Sebastian entered the room. As she looked at him she noticed his appearance hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, and that mischievous grin of his. She began to stand and that was the moment he realized her presence. He looked towards her and his grin fell, in place of the mischief his he looked on some what annoyed by her being there. He walked in her direction sitting his keys on a near by table. Annette waited for him to speak but instead he walked right pass her to his room. She stood there a moment confused be for she followed in the direction he went. As she stepped into his room she heard water running in his bathroom. She quietly entered the large bathroom it was white with a large glass shower with a curtain to pull shut in case privacy was wanted, the curtain was shut. Annette sat slowly on the counter feeling as if she was being punished for something.
"Where were you last night?"
She questioned timidly but was met with no response. She sat there in silence just hearing the water run for two minutes or three before he answered her.
"I went back to my old house."
Was all he said however it was evident to him she would not be pleased with this answer.
"Again? Why?"
She asked sternly sliding off counter and leaning against the shower door. After a long while the water stopped and Sebastian stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Because I wanted to."
Was all the answer he offered her as he walked out of the bathroom into his large bedroom.
"I tried calling you on your cell...why didn't you answer?"
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Maybe the batteries where dead cause I didn't hear it."
He replied putting his robe on over towel and sitting down at his desk. Damn how he wished he had his journal he thought, this would have been a most interesting entry. As he thought this a small smirk appeared on his lips. Annette moved around him and sat on his desk in front of him.
"I waited for you all night."
"I must have fallen asleep over there I'm sorry."
He replied trying his best not to sound uncaring.
"You could have at least called me and told me where you were Sebastian."
She said angrily hearing the insincerity in his voice.
"I thought you were going to be out. Remember you told me you were hanging out with some friend."
"Well all I kept thinking about was you so I asked her if it was alright I left."
"I see well then it's not my fault is it."
He replied getting angry he was no way in the mood to play good boy.
"Well I was here all night waiting for you the least you could have done was call me this morning or something!"
She replied quickly in rage.
"Yeah well you better leave then..."
He replied perturbed and she just looked at him confused.
"... Your daddy must be wondering where his little angel is."
He said trying not to smirk at the statement. She put her hand to her mouth and rushed out the door slamming it behind her. 'Fuck' he muttered hearing her leave. He pulled a cigarette out of the desk drawer he light it and inhaled. He dreaded the apologizing he was going to have to do after this. Part of him whispered why the hell should I apologize I don't need her any was but the rest of him knew he would end up saying sorry in the end. As this thought crossed his mind he hit his wood desk hard.
"When the fuck did I become so whipped?"
He asked him self out loud while flicking the cigarette. He was pissed but he wasn't sure who he was pissed at was it himself or was it Annette that was the question.
The door to Sebastian's apartment creaked open causing Annette to be shaken from a movie that had been on the television. Her eyes wandered to the door as a smiling Sebastian entered the room. As she looked at him she noticed his appearance hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled, and that mischievous grin of his. She began to stand and that was the moment he realized her presence. He looked towards her and his grin fell, in place of the mischief his he looked on some what annoyed by her being there. He walked in her direction sitting his keys on a near by table. Annette waited for him to speak but instead he walked right pass her to his room. She stood there a moment confused be for she followed in the direction he went. As she stepped into his room she heard water running in his bathroom. She quietly entered the large bathroom it was white with a large glass shower with a curtain to pull shut in case privacy was wanted, the curtain was shut. Annette sat slowly on the counter feeling as if she was being punished for something.
"Where were you last night?"
She questioned timidly but was met with no response. She sat there in silence just hearing the water run for two minutes or three before he answered her.
"I went back to my old house."
Was all he said however it was evident to him she would not be pleased with this answer.
"Again? Why?"
She asked sternly sliding off counter and leaning against the shower door. After a long while the water stopped and Sebastian stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Because I wanted to."
Was all the answer he offered her as he walked out of the bathroom into his large bedroom.
"I tried calling you on your cell...why didn't you answer?"
He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Maybe the batteries where dead cause I didn't hear it."
He replied putting his robe on over towel and sitting down at his desk. Damn how he wished he had his journal he thought, this would have been a most interesting entry. As he thought this a small smirk appeared on his lips. Annette moved around him and sat on his desk in front of him.
"I waited for you all night."
"I must have fallen asleep over there I'm sorry."
He replied trying his best not to sound uncaring.
"You could have at least called me and told me where you were Sebastian."
She said angrily hearing the insincerity in his voice.
"I thought you were going to be out. Remember you told me you were hanging out with some friend."
"Well all I kept thinking about was you so I asked her if it was alright I left."
"I see well then it's not my fault is it."
He replied getting angry he was no way in the mood to play good boy.
"Well I was here all night waiting for you the least you could have done was call me this morning or something!"
She replied quickly in rage.
"Yeah well you better leave then..."
He replied perturbed and she just looked at him confused.
"... Your daddy must be wondering where his little angel is."
He said trying not to smirk at the statement. She put her hand to her mouth and rushed out the door slamming it behind her. 'Fuck' he muttered hearing her leave. He pulled a cigarette out of the desk drawer he light it and inhaled. He dreaded the apologizing he was going to have to do after this. Part of him whispered why the hell should I apologize I don't need her any was but the rest of him knew he would end up saying sorry in the end. As this thought crossed his mind he hit his wood desk hard.
"When the fuck did I become so whipped?"
He asked him self out loud while flicking the cigarette. He was pissed but he wasn't sure who he was pissed at was it himself or was it Annette that was the question.