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Grell. What can I say about him? Stalker would be a good start because he has been following Sebastian since we entered the business world. Pervert would be next for all the articles he writes are really not informing pieces about Sebastian's growth as an entrepreneur, but are fanfiction involving the two. They are quite popular despite how disturbing they are, but people live for entertainment in any kind of form. The last description would be nemesis. Because his infatuation is more than a pain for me. It is excruciating. For some reason I don't really like to broach upon. So that is why I run down the hallways until I find Sebastian and grab his arm, stopping him from moving.
He turns around, surprised. "Um…" I begin, not sure what to say about my sudden action or the reasoning either. He smiles, silently encouraging me to continue. "Are you really going to go?" I ask. I knew the answer, but it would take time for him to explain, which meant less time for Grell to be next to him.
"Why not?"
"We are not getting married! That's why!"
Sebastian's POV
Don't you think I know that? Don't you think that I know that we can never be together the way I want us to be? Of course, I know that we are not going to be sliding on rings that proclaim everlasting love. I know that so why can't we just pretend? What's the harm in making me happy for a few hours before we have to reveal the truth? Why can't you just love me like I love you?
This is what I want to say to him, but I don't. Instead, I shrug my shoulders and let out a weak, "We are just having a small party. It's not like we are going to the chapel."
"You are going too far with this," he insists. He is wrong. If I really was to take this as far as it could go, we would be on our way to elope, but we are not. I would have to disagree with him because I am more tame than I should be.
"Ciel, if it is making you this uncomfortable, you can skip it. I can tell everyone you are sick, and then tomorrow, we can sort all of this out, okay? But for tonight, I am going to have a good time with our coworkers. Just think of us celebrating the merger and nothing more. That is what I will be thinking about." I don't let in the fact that I am thinking of something else too.
"You can't go alone!" He throws out, and I have to squint to actually catch his words. His face tells me more, though, about his feelings. He is panicked for some reason.
"I'm not. I am going with everyone," I say slowly.
"That's not what I meant! You just-" He doesn't finish. I push his hand off my arm. I shake my head and make my way to pass him, but he blocks my path. I bend my head down, watching his lips to see if he is going to justify his weird behavior. "I'll drive."
"I thought you weren't going."
"No! I, uh, changed my mind. And since you don't have a car, let's go together." I am more than inclined to decline, for the reason that Ciel's agitation might grow before we even make it to the restaurant. But since he does not seem like he will be moving any time soon, I accept his offer, and the tension around his eyes disappear. That is strange.
We both walk to his car. The reporters are no longer there, and I am glad. I don't think my mind can take another incident. I think we are both silent. I know that I am, and I don't even glance back to see if he is talking. He can just think that I am mad at him for all I care, and truthfully, I am. Just a little. I don't mean to be, but, at the end of the day, my heart is going to be broken, so I think he can handle a lit fit of anger from me.
Ciel's POV
"Hey, heads up, your fanboy is going to be waiting for us when we get there," I off-handedly say, trying to dissolve the stifling atmosphere between us. He doesn't respond. Seriously, is he pissed at me? Me, he is pissed? If anyone should be acting out, it should be me! He is stealing my thunder once again. Ass!
"Sebastian, can you get that stick out of your butt for a second and talk to me! Hello!" No sound. Just him entering the car and patiently sitting for me to drive him to the gathering. I get inside. "I'm sorry. Okay? This is totally not my fault, and I really shouldn't be apologizing, but here I am, saying sorry to you. Forgive me." Nothing. After I look at the text stating the address, I start the car and drive us to my future migraine.
Sebastian's POV
I don't wait for him when we park. I get out and walk over to Bard, who is waiting outside for me. I grin when I reach him. "What are you still doing out here? You didn't have to wait for me. I would have been fine by myself."
"Tch. As if. You look like you just saw Ciel kicking a cat or something, which he wouldn't do so don't have a heart attack. But since I brought Ciel up, what is going on between the two of you? He kind of seems depressed as shit," he comments.
"I don't know, and right now, I don't care," I lie. He rolls his eyes, not believing me for a second. "Can we just go inside? I can watch you get drunk and hit on everything that moves. You know, just like the old days," I jest, letting out a chuckle as I pat him on the shoulder, passing him. I go over to my dad, who has saved our seats. My butt meets the chair when I feel a foot rubbing up my leg very slowly.
I keep my eyes down as I say, "Dad, please tell me that is your leg feeling me up." I turn my head to see him telling me no. I sigh as look at the person across from me. It's Grell.
"My tall, love muffin! It's so good to see you! You weren't at your place last night, and that is not nice of you to make me worry about you so much. Where were you? Wait. Don't answer that. The better question is why didn't you tell me you were engaged? I thought we had something special." I hate reading his lips. They are always painted with red and always chapped. Also, all the things he says to me, without fail, either makes me blue, green, or red. Right now, he is making me pretty sick.
Ciel's POV
"Yeah, I'm going to need you to shut your mouth before I convince Sebastian to issue that restraining order."
"Wow. I didn't know you brought your watch dog, Sebastian. Opps, I mean, 'Fi-an-cé'. God, what do you see in this loser," he insults me. I bare my teeth at him and let out a bark. He shudders in disgust.
I don't expect him to defend me. He was giving me the silent treatment, so it would make perfect sense if he just sits back and laugh at me being verbally attacked. But he doesn't. "If Ciel were to be a loser, it would only be because he is losing his status of being single and unwedded. But honestly, being married to me would make him a winner, right?" Grell's and my mouth drop. Mine a little more because his words are not just overflowing with smugness, but also with a hint of sweetness. Enough to make me drink water to cool down my heated face.
"Oh, gross. Your dog is panting. Anyways, Sebastian, what drug are you on? Seriously, you could do so much better. Me, for example," Grell continues. I scoff. I am about to lash out, but again, Sebastian comes to my aid, though I didn't need his help.
"I am on no drug, thanks for asking. And no, I can't do better. If anything, I think I got the best," he finishes quietly. He gives me a small smile while he takes my hand in his own. He gives it a peck before facing Grell. "I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop calling him names. If anyone should be called a dog, it should be me. After all, I trail after him like a love-sick puppy. Have ever since high school." That is all he says before he excuses himself from the table.
"Liar."