Billionaire Happy After

Obsession day

Unconscious.

Was I starting to dream that Lucas had stayed and died only replaced him with Christian ?

Did this even mean anything, or was I just overthinking it?

I drummed my fingers against the counter for a second, then decided I'd send an email to Damon and see what he thought about it. If my parents were paying hundreds of dollars for him to listen to me whine and rant then I might as well use him.

I shook my head and reached down to my pile of clothes to get dressed. I pulled on my jeans from yesterday and a loose, slightly wrinkled top which I was pretty sure was clean since it smelled alright. When I came out of the bathroom, Christian wasn't there so I stepped outside to find him leaning against the RV while a guy bent over to examine under the hood of our RV.

"Yeah, it's definitely the carburetor," the guy said. "This needs to come into the shop to get fixed.

Christian glanced at me. "Good thing we're ahead schedule."

The guy who had come to fix our car stood up, giving me a better look of him. He looked our age, maybe a couple years older, though he had a pretty boyish face, and curly dark hair. We stared at each other for a moment, me trying to determine what age he really was - Eighteen? Twenty-three? Fifteen?- and him, well, I wasn't sure why he was staring at me.

Christian coughed. "We're not that far ahead of schedule."

The guy turned pink -making him look even younger- but walked over to his truck and started hooking our RV to the back of it. I turned to Christian

. "I can't tell if he's sixteen or twenty-one and it's bothering me."

He snickered. "Is that what you've been staring at him for?"

What? What did he- Oh. "Why are you laughing?"

"His staring's definitely not to try and figure out how old you are," he replied. He straightened from his slouch against the RV. "So, your dream?"

"Can you just let that go?" I demanded.

"If I'm going to be part of your nighttime fantasies, I want to know what role I play," he said. "And the fact that you keep dodging the topic makes me think it's very interesting."

"I don't remember, okay?" I hissed.

Christian gave me a doubtful look. "Liar."

"So, um," The car guy interrupted us. "One of you guys can ride in the truck with me if you want, or you can both stay in the RV?"

I glanced at Christian , then back at car guy and flashed him what was hopefully a bright and polite, but not too-friendly smile. "I'll ride in the truck with you."

"Coward,"Christian muttered under his breath.

I flipped him off and walked up to the truck with the car guy.

"So," Car guy- who's age I still hadn't managed to determine yet- said as he started the truck. "Are you in a fight with your boyfriend, or something?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I replied.

"How long are you guys in town for?" he asked.

This guy's just making small talk, right? "We're just passing through. On our way to Dartmouth."

"My cousin goes there."

"That's cool." How far away was this car shop? We were entering a town now, so it had to be close, right?

"The carbureator's gonna take a couple hours to get fixed," he told me. "That alright?"

Well, I can't do anything about it if it's not alright, so... "Yeah, it's fine," I said instead, since it wasn't car guy's fault I was in a bitchy mood. I should probably stop referring to him as car guy. I think he had a name tag on somewhere, but I couldn't see it from this angle and I didn't want to awkwardly lean forward to try and read it.

Car guy cleared his throat. "Um, I can show you around town while you're here, if you want. Maybe grab some coffee?"

Grabbing coffee wasn't code for anything, right? Not that I was considering saying yes, but I would be significantly more uncomfortable if he was implying anything other than a Starbucks run. I glanced back at the RV, kind of wishing I had stayed with Jacen instead. "I- Um- No, sorry, but thanks for the offer."

He blushed again, and muttered something that sounded like 'no problem' though I couldn't hear since he was being so quiet. Since the level of awkwardness in the car had turned up tenfold, I pulled out my phone and set about composing an email to Damon about my dream last night.

I couldn't remember it as well, but the general gist of it had stuck with me. Fire, like the night with Lucas, except Christian had been there in the house. I gave him a brief summary and asked him to tell me what he thought of it, if it meant anything or if I was just being paranoid, then sent it off. When I looked up from my phone, we were pulling into a parking lot, thank god.

Car guy pulled the truck in a garage and got out without saying another word to me. Cool, nice to meet you too. I didn't blame him, though, since i had probably sent some kind of mixed signals, or something, with staring at him and then getting in the truck with him and then shooting him down.

Christian got out of the RV behind us as it was getting unhooked, so I made my way over to him.

"Have a nice talk with Toby?" he asked.

I blinked. "Was that his name?"

He laughed. "You rode with him for half an hour and you don't know his name?"

"Well- I- Why do you care?" I hated how Christian always made me stutter. I never knew how to respond to him, which pissed me off. "Wait- Are you- Are you jealous?"

He shrugged and rolled his eyes, though I noticed it seemed a little forced. Ha, maybe I was getting to him too. Or you're just imagining things to make yourself feel better, Gigs. "Do I look jealous?"

I glanced at him. "I don't know how you look when you're jealous."

"I don't get jealous," he said. "I'm just trying to make sure I don't get anything."

I gasped. "Are you implying that I'm easy?"

"No," he replied. "Do what you want."

I stared at him. "You're being really weird."

He cleared his throat. "I'm not jealous."

I continued staring at him. "Okay..."

"He was staring at your t**s like he's never seen them before, though," he remarked. I glanced away, self-consciously crossing my arms over my chest.

"He hit on me," I admitted after a moment.

He smirked. "I told you whoever was on the other side wouldn't complain if you answered the door topless."

Before I could reply, car guy -I mean, Toby- came over to us and asked, "Who owns the RV?"

Christian raised his hand, and the two of them walked away to deal with the carbureator, or whatever the problem was. I stared at Christian for a long moment while he talked to Toby, but glanced away when he looked back at me.