Me: I'm so so so so so so so so so so very sorry that I've taken so long to update but look on the bright side; the next chapter FINALLY here! Yay~ ^_^ I got writer's block right after the previous chapter!

~Rachel's POV~

Seung-long shook is head at my question. "I just that thought that since I'll be staying here for the next few months, I might as well pay you back by protecting you." The hand clamped so tightly over my mouth dropped to my side and I cocked my head to the left a little in a confused manner.

"Months? Mr Hale said 2 weeks!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening slightly more at each word I said. Ah, me and my strange outbursts... I'm the only person I've ever looked at who's like this... Again, Seung-long shook his head. "I'll be here for half a year."

Then, another weird thing happened. Seung-long grinned a smile that was, repeatedly, so Jason. "What? Why did Mr Hale say 2 weeks when he meant half a year?" I tried to make myself and my mouth stop bombing Seung-long with questions that came one after the next, but I failed so miserably.

His facial expression changed into that of a person who was deep in thought. "..." He opened his mouth to speak but closed it a second later. "..." He opened and closed his mouth yet again. I giggled slightly, covering my mouth with my hand to prevent him from seeing.

He kinda looks like a guppy. Hahahaha... :D

Seung-long's eyebrows were knitted together for a few seconds and his face returned to it's usual emotionless, and blank, look. "...Mr Hale... Is probably just a weirdo. And I am now telling you that my clothes and my other belongings will be here by tonight in a cargo box. And I will sleep in your room, which I predict has it's own bathroom."

My jaw dropped like how it always does in anime.

He wants to sleep in MY room of all the rooms in this house?

A hand waved itself in front of my face before I snapped out of my thoughts back into reality. I shook my head vigorously as if to clear the thoughts away. An eyebrow on Seung-long's, I admit, handsome features was raised. "Why not? At least I can disturb you when you want to sleep." And so, he smiled a creepily mischievous smile.

A utterly, and truly, shocked look pasted itself onto my face. As quickly as a light travels, that look was gone and a calm, collected one replaced it. "Do you suffer from multiple personality disorder, Seung-long? Why were you so dark and mysterious-ishy at school but are now having the personality of a typical annoying brother that a typical girl would have?"

He lifted his head and glanced at the chandelier hanging high above our heads. He then looked back at me and answered "Because when I'm at a place where I don't know anyone, I'll be emo. But the opposite happens when I know someone. And I know you. So, I'm like this."

He said 'I know you'...

"What's that supposed to mean?" I retorted. "You sound like a dude who doesn't remember his memories but suddenly does..." He smiled again, a Jason-like one this time. "... It means I regard you, Rachel Everwitt, as a friend."

I stared at him upon his response, and he stared right back with an equally indifferent stare, now without that smile.

"Rachel, since when did you have a boyfriend?" That demanding voice made me look away from the staring competition Seung-long and I were having. With eyes that widened considerably when I saw who it was, I replied in a respectful tone of voice "This person is not my boyfriend, Mother. I was chosen by Mr Hale to be his host while he stays here in America, with us. Father knows about this and I am really surprised he did not inform you."

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh...

I was literally melting at that piercing gaze she was throwing at me.

Why's she giving me her signature suspicious 'Oh really?" look? C'mon, Seung-long... Help me put here, won't ya?

Mother looked straight in front of her, and, in a sense, strutted down the stairs and stood in front of us, Seung-long and I. Her cold, fierce features softened almost instantly as she laid her icy orbs on Seung-long.

O.o Does she think he's hot? O.o O. M. G.

My fashionista mother extended a hand warmly towards him and, with a gentle but faint beam on her face, said "Nice to meet you. I am Isabelle Everwitt, cute little Rachel's mother."

My eyes shot back to Seung-long to see what his reaction would be.

Shake her hand, dude. SHAKE IT IN A NICE AND FRIENDLY WAY. It seriously stinks whens Mother's offended; she'll throw you out of the house...

Sure enough, he shook her hand briefly and then, let go, all done in a professional manner, without even a minute change in expression.

Wow, I have to learn how he does that...

Me : Yay~ Hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I had to bang my head on my arm to think this up and it HURTS. But it's okay; I love writing stories and updating makes me happy too~ :D :D D :D :D :D :D :D :D See ya real soon~