ROONIE*

"I'll bring you Richard's head on a platter, little fox. I promise" Roonie whispered hoarsely into her ear, and she buried her wet face in his chest, her temperature so fuçking high.

★

Pearl stayed in his arms for what looks like forever, and like magic, her body temperature started going down.

Roonie hugged her tighter, diving his fingers into her dark sleek hair and allowing her to find calmness in his embrace__and his scent.

He broke the hug after five long minutes, and when her face came back to him, he he dabbed the streaks of tears with his warm thumb.

Pearl wouldn't stop staring at his eyes.

They're not dark or blank or cold as usual. There's a slight drop on his lids, and that seems to be covering his eyes like he doesn't want to look at her or something.

He squatted in front of her suddenly, and she hiccupped as he took off his sneakers, leaving him barefoot.

He raised her right leg from the ground, and she quickly held his hair for balance as he inserted her leg into the sneaker.

It looks funny cos it's way bigger.

"My leg is slim" she voiced out gently.

"I know" he replied, tying the lace before wearing the second one for her.

He stood and got another pair of sneakers from his bike safe, putting that on, then he climbed the bike.

"Home? I don't wanna go home yet" she shook her head.

"I'm not taking you home yet. Come here" he replied, and she made to walk, but the big sneakers made her start dragging her feet on the ground.

She couldn't help but laugh at herself, stopping after three drags.

Roonie smirked knowingly.

"Roonie are you enjoying this?" She chuckled, and he stretched his hand forward.

"C'mon, fox" he tilted his head.

She smiled and took two more drags before getting to him.

He took her hand and pulled her closer, covering the remaining distance.

He got the second helmet and wore it on her head, then he began strapping.

"I can do it myself" she said.

"I know, shh" he replied, and she smiled again.

He finished strapping, and she climbed behind him, wrapping her arms on his tummy.

"Wait...my car" she suddenly remembered.

"One of the workers here will take it back" he replied, kicking the bike to life.

He didn't tell her to hold tight before moving, the jerk made her hold him tighter, her nails almost digging into his tummy.

He drove down the road, and two minutes into the drive, she was already feeling better.

The cold night breeze, the street lamps, the dark atmospheric aesthetic, the people and the cars.

Everything contributed so much in taking her mind on a peaceful trip, but the biggest contributor is the guy driving her right now.

How can a guy smell this good? She could just sleep off on his back, and her body on his own feels so soothing that she kept tightening her hold on him.

He's as closed off as a chest, and no one has any idea what's happening in his head, but the peace he brought her tonight will be remembered for long.

He calmed her, but his silence stabs.

Are they supposed to be talking when he's driving?

No idea, but she wants to.

"Why don't you have a car?" She asked suddenly.

Not for talking sake, but out of curiosity.

Roonie is easily the richest guy in campus. He could buy as many cars he wants in a minute, but his low profile life is just cold.

"Cars are boring" he finally replied, and she pinched him on the tummy.

He didn't even feel it or cringe.

"Dogs and cats are boring, and now cars too? What else is boring?" She said.

"Your questions" he replied.

"That hurts" she muttered, deciding the keep quiet as he finally pulled up in front of a store.

This time, he didn't let her walk in.

Immediately he removed their helmets, he swept her up in his arms, and a gasp escaped her lips as the oversized sneakers fell from her foot.

She quickly fisted his shirt in the front for balance as he carried her into the store.

"Welcome to L&G sir, I'll take you on a tour to our various sessions" an attendant bowed by the door.

"Needless, get me comfortable flip-flops, size 30" he said, and Pearl's eyes widened.

"Yes sir" the lady left to get the flops.

"How did you know my size? Wait... That other day when you bought me jean and shirt in school too... how did you know my waist measurement?" She said.

"Simple, I make good use of my medulla" he shrugged.

"Roonie you're lying" she replied.

"You're fuçking obsessed with calling me that name at the beginning of every sentence" his eyes turned intriguing.

"It's your name" she muttered, letting go of his shirt.

The lady finally arrived, and he dropped her.

The flip-flops is cream color with some golden rings and small beads as the adornments,, and it has some furry designs too by the sides.

She slid her legs in, and they fitted perfectly.

"That'll be 100, sir" the lady smiled.

"100 what? For flip-flops?" Pearl's eyes widened.

"This is a brand store, miss. We only sell designers, and you're wearing Prada flops" the lady replied.

Pearl blinked thrice, and Roonie gave the lady his card.

She swiped it on the machine and returned it.

"Thanks for coming!" The cheerful lady said, and Roonie walked out nonchalantly.

Pearl quickly went after him.

"We could have gone to a normal store" she said.

"Normal is boring" he replied.

"Are you always like this?"

"Yeah" he replied, and she stopped.