Gilbert paused before he quickly walks out of the room. Who does she think she is anyway? The blush had finally faded away as he walks through the hallway deep in thought. He shouldn't had even said anything. This was all Fred's fault! Gilbert really wanted to punch him right now. His phone rang. Stoping, he digs into his pocket of his jacket to pull out his phone. "Gilbert! My boy, you've done well!" Cries a voice before he could even say hello.
"Err-dad?" "No. The president. Of course I'm your father you dimwit! Geez. If only you had brains in that skull of your's then you would be more useful!" Gilbert winced at how loud and harsh his father was yelling. A frown found his young face as he spoke; "I-"
"Never mind that. Listen, I can't believe I'm actually saying this but I got no choice,"
Gilbert stiffened. What was he going to tell him? Hopefully it's nothing bad. "I want you to watch over that brat. You are to always be with her twenty four seven, if I find out you disobeyed my orders," His father's voice was nearly a snarl. "It's lights out for you; understand!" A sick feeling grew inside of him. He was staring straight ahead with vacant like eyes, his soul locked away deep within. "Yes. Father...I understand." He managed to get out without his voice trembling. "Great. I'll be back there in a few days or so, try not to break anything while I'm gone." The line went dead. Standing there ,almost like a statue, Gilbert began to put his phone away. "...Lovely." Turning on his heels, he hurries back to the room where he left Cynthia. "I get to spend even more time with her...this is just perfect!" Acid was dripping in his voice, tainting his words with sarcasm.
Bang! The door had swung open, hitting the wall really hard. Gilbert storms in and doesn't even look at Cynthia as he sat at the foot of the bed with an annoyed expression on his face.
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"Oh cutie is back! What do I owe this honor to?" Cynthia teased. This was way to fun. She knew that it wasn't a good idea but it was just so fun! She sat up on the bed looking at him thoughtfully.
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Gilbert grumbled something under his breath about not calling him a cutie. He fought to ignore the blush starting to burn lightly underneath his skin. "Shut it. I'm not in the mood to be harassed by someone like you." His eyes glanced at her. "Do you have some sort of staring problem or something?" Gilbert inched a bit away from her.
"You seem like a nice guy. What brings you to the kidnapping business?" Cynthia asked. Leaning back onto the headboard. He was so strange...
"It's better to be nice then to be cruel." Gilbert stated. Remembering what his mother told him. "I have my reasons," A sly smile found his lips. "Which I won't tell you of course." He falls backwards, letting the soft bed catch him. "Besides, why on earth would you want to know anything about me? You're a strange one Thats for sure." Gilbert lightly chuckles, folding his arms behind his head to use as a pillow as he closed his eyes.
"Yes. I'm strange. I kidnaped a girl then protected her before knocking her out then protected her while she was out then blushed like crazy then through a fit. Oh and then I stormed out of the room because she called me cute only to march back in. I'm the crazy one" Cynthia teased.
Gilbert opened one eye to look at her. "Hey, it's not my fault I'm like this." He couldn't help but smile. "I only did those things because I was stupid." The smile had disappeared while he kept his eyes closed while speaking in a somewhat serious tone; "There are times when I can be silly, nice, serious...evil." He opens his amber eyes ,which seemed to have darkened, to look in Cynthia's blue ones until he suddenly smiles. "You're right. I am strange." Gilbert laughs, lightly. Closing his eyes again with a soft sigh. "Does knowing that make you feel any better, princess?"
"Yes. Tons. Super. It's made my time herd a blast." Cynthia joked. "But yea, what's up with your friends? The one is kinda... What's the word for it?" She asked. She didn't even mind that he called her princess. It was kind cute him saying it. "Oh and why were you protecting me? It was almost like... You cared..."
"Well I'm glad you think that." He chuckles softly. "Hmm they may seem like bad people but they really aren't...sort of." Gilbert sighs, frowning. "A perv? That's Fred for ya. Don't worry about him. If he tries to get near you, I'll make him eat his own teeth." There was a long pause after he said it. "You're...very valuable. It would be very troublesome if you would've gotten damaged."
"Valuable.... Is that the only reason you didn't let him do whatever with me?" Cynthia asked. This was... Interesting.
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"That." Gilbert turns onto his side to face her. "And I just don't like how he always treats women. It's very disrespectful."
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"Oh...." For some reason Cynthia had almost found herself wishing it was just because of her. Like she was special. Ha. What a joke.
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He raised a dark eyebrow at her. Not the sort of reaction he was expecting. "That's all you have to say?... Wow!" Gilbert studies her face, recognizing the expression on her face. "Hey...Don't make that face. Fred isn't going to hurt you. I promised didn't I?...So don't cry. What happened to all of that courage you had before go." One of the things that Gilbert couldn't stand was when a girl cries. It always made him felt uncomfortable.
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"I'm not going to frea.king cry. Back off. Gosh can't I be the slightest upset? Why do you even care?" She was still upset. She wasn't about to cry... Till he said it.
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"Whoa. Take it easy there, alright?" Gilbert crawls over to sit a bit closer to her. Now was he was starting to feel a little panicky, entering panic mode. Repeat, entering in panic mode! "You can be upset...Umm well because I don't like it when there is a sad atmosphere?" That might've been the wrong thing to say at this time.
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That did it. Cynthia burst end into tears. The salty liquid streaking down her face. She couldn't stop them. The gate was broken.
"Please don't cry! I'm sorry Cynthia!" Gilbert really didn't know what to do now. The waterworks had been released, stroking her cheeks like waterfalls. Without thinking it over, he slipped his arms behind the small over her back and lightly pulled her into a one arm hug. "Geez!... I'm such an idiot." He mumbles to himself, not even looking at her. "Listen, I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings or something but please- don't cry." Gilbert glances at Cynthia, his cheeks lightly colored in a very soft pink. "I'll make you another promise. Everyday while you're still here, we'll do something fun together. I don't know, maybe I'll take you to see the ocean outside or whatever. How does that sound?"