Wow, I was shocked at how many people actually liked this story idea...I hope I keep interesting for y'all, I seriously will try. The beginning sentence is a little gross, just warning you, but I've done it before, so meh, little shout out to myself.
"Say what?" C.C. asked as she forgot all about her nose bleeding and just let the blood slide down her face, even into her mouth, but she was too stunned to care.
"I asked you if you would marry me." Niles repeated.
"Mr. Sheffield, will I get in trouble if I start to make fun of him?" She asked as she moved him over a little so she could see him.
"Yes, but there is a good reason why he is asking you this." Maxwell said as he stood and put his hands in his pockets.
"Do I want to know? Is this going to be like Pretty Woman?" She asked as she looked from the two men. The two shared a look and then shrugged, as if they had never seen the movie. "Ugh. Whatever, just, please don't tell me I have to be a hooker." She said as she pointed at Niles.
"Oh no, no, no. I wouldn't dream of touching you like that...like any other living, breathing man." Niles said.
"Why you-" C.C. held up her fist like she was fixing to punch him, but Maxwell shot her an icy glance to which she immediately put her fist down and placed her hands behind her back. "Sorry sir." She apologized.
"C.C., Mr. Brightmore here, has found out he will be deported if he doesn't get a Green Card to stay in this country. You know as well as I do that I need his help in running our production company." He said and she raised an eyebrow.
"Well if I have to play wife to this wretched creature, what am I going to get in return?" She asked as she folded her arms across her chest.
"I'll give you one million dollars." C.C.'s blue eyes grew wide, she then slid closer to him and linked arms with him.
"I do!" She shouted, the two then furrowed their eyebrows at each other and smirked evilly, this was one unholy alliance if there ever was one, but she wanted to please her boss, and the one good thing was, she'd be away from this house for a while, she deserved a vacation.
"Holy shnikes." C.C. said as she walked into the penthouse apartment that Niles owned. She had never been here before and the place was absolutely stunning. It was a little overdone in black, but it didn't matter to her, she even liked black, if you should, she would paint her whole room black, but then it would remind her of some B-rated vampire movie. All she would need is a coffin, something she had once told the children that she had, to sleep in and she would be all set. "So how long I gotta stay here?" C.C. asked as she looked around a little. He couldn't help but admire her "enthusiasm", she really had never seen a place like this before, or lived in one for that matter. He really didn't know much about her, except she was his nemesis, that was about it.
"For two months, that will give us enough time to put a "wedding" together, get the INS agent to come and interview us to see if we seriously know each other. So if you would like to inform me about yourself, you better start now, I have some things I have to do this afternoon." He said as he started looking at the mail he had on the table. He had brought it in earlier, but hadn't had time to read it, he did though read the one from the INS. All there was, was bills and a play someone had sent him. He tossed it immediately in the trash without even considering it.
"MY NAME IS CHASTITY CLAIRE BABCOCK!" Her voice echoed down the hall. He poked his head around the corner of the kitchen, with an inquisitive look on his face and saw she was no where in sight. He rolled his eyes and then thought of her name again, what kind of name was that? She was neither innocent, at least not that he knew of, or bright, whoever named her was seriously disturbed. "I'M THIRTY YEARS OLD! I WAS BORN ON GROUNDHOG DAY!" He snorted before he decided he needed to go find her. He followed the sound of her rambling on and on little facts about herself and found her in his bedroom. She was sitting on his bed, bouncing up and down like a child.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked as he propped himself up against the door and crossed his arms over his chest.
"This bed is springy!" She kept bouncing and he made a face. What had he gotten himself into?
"Miss Babcock, please be serious for a moment, though do not make yourself pass out from the difficulty of it." He said. She stopped and gave him a look, which is all it took. "I need you to pretend to be an adult for just two months and don't worry, the guest room is right down the hall here, it's not a bad place, it's not as big as my room, but it does have a walk in closet. Which reminds me, you will need better clothes if we wish to pull this off." He said. She rose and came closer to him. He saw that her make-up had faded and he finally saw her eyes for the first time. They were dark, but they had a certain sparkle to them, much like his own did.
"Sounds like a good plan to me!" She shouted enthusiastically.
"This means that I will have to go with you..." He added and her face dropped.
"Shi-i-it." She held it out for a moment before ending it and he chuckled.
"You can pick out whatever you like, but you have to bring it to me to make sure it's not something that Miss Fine would pick out." He said and she nodded in agreement.
"Alright, what else do you want to know about me?" She asked as they walked back into the living room. She sat down on the couch, he sat down on the loveseat.
"Tell me more about yourself then just your actual name and birthday, I sadly need to know a few more facts about you." He said.
"Let's see. I was born in Oklahoma City, but when my mother left my father when I was 2, we moved here to New York. I have two siblings, Noel, who is a professor at Harvard, and Danielle, or as we all call her, D.D., she's an actress in Los Angeles." Niles raised an eyebrow.
"And what are you? The over achiever?" He asked sarcastically.
"Ha ha ha, shut up. My parents are not hurting for money, my father is also a producer, he produces television shows, while my mother is...was an actress." She finished.
"What happened to your mother?" He asked. C.C. looked at the floor, she sighed before she started.
"My mother remarried a co-star of hers in one of the plays she was in. I was about ten at this time, I remember him well, he adored my mother and he doted on me as if I was his own. He had never had any children of his own, my mother was his first wife, when she became pregnant, I remember how ecstatic he became. We all did. He actually went out and bought both me and the baby each a pony, which I learned how to ride, and I took care of my new baby brother or sister's. My mom was one of these people who wanted to be surprised when the baby was born, but I knew she wanted another daughter. When it came time for the baby to be born, something happened and both my mother and the baby died, the baby had been a girl, and I actually picked out her name. Robert, my step dad, was too distraught, even after my mother had been dead, he was in the hospital room holding her hand and sobbing. I named my little sister Allie, and she was buried a few days later along with my mother. My father didn't come to the funeral, but I know he mourned her. He had loved her forever, but him being away so much and her having to raise us all by herself tore them apart." She sniffled and he gently touched her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry." He said. She looked up at him and wiped away the tears with the back of her hand.
"It's all right. Things happen, but I swear, if I ever do really get married and have a daughter, I'm going to name her Allie, but seeing as I have no money, no nothing, I don't think that will ever happen." She said.
"You never know, stranger things have happened." She frowned at his statement.
"Are you saying I'm strange?"
"Absolutely and totally." He said trying to lighten the mood.
"Now tell me about yourself a little bit." She said as she sat back, crossed her legs, and put her hands behind her head.
"My name is Niles Brightmore, I have no middle name, I was raised in England along with Maxwell, our parents were close friends and we grew up together. I'm a few years older than he is and my birthday is November twenty-sixth. My mother is the only parent alive, and I have a younger brother named Jace, he lives in England still and I believe he is only five years older than you are, I'm forty-five now, so that makes it about right." He said as he tried to remember.
"You don't even know how old your own brother is? That is so depressing." She made herself sound British with a bit of a whiny tone to it. He chuckled and shook his head.
"I don't really see my family much anymore. The last time I saw them was at least two years ago." He said.
"Why not invite them to our "wedding"." She did the little cat-claw marks with her fingers in the air to emphasize the word. "I surely would like to meet them." She said.
"If you can at least make the people at the store believe you're my wife, I think I can arrange that." He said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to run an errand. I will be back shortly to get you." With that, he stood and left C.C. alone in the apartment for her to explore. She felt like a kid in a candy store, all of this was all so exciting, but all good things normally came to an end, didn't they?
Sad story about C.C., but I think it turned out really well, and I promise, everything the two said to each other will come back sooner or later in the story. Ciao! By the way, just a random little poll, how many of y'all have had people say that they like someone that you hate and seeing as you don't want to hurt their feelings, you just plaster on a fake smile and agree with them? Just asking.