Type of Monster

The next two weeks went without an issue, but I was a bit astounded and admittedly disappointed that Sebastian Shaw didn't make a move against Veronica.

Perhaps he wasn't an obsessive stalker like Emma, and I envisioned. Maybe he actually had a bit of pride and decided not to push things with someone who wasn't interested in him. After being rejected by her, he gave up and went for the next pretty thing down the line. 

'No'.

My instincts told me a greedy bastard like him wouldn't tolerate his ego being hurt after a rejection. He may be focused on something else or busy, but he will definitely do something. I won't let my guard down. 

Be it as it may, Veronica resumed her working schedule without much drama; a cheerful smile had become her main characteristic, and she looked happier and went out with friends. Our mother-son improving relationship seemed to be doing wonders for her mood.

She became extremely attentive to me and called me daily to ask how I was or to report anything she found suspicious or interesting. She even proposed business ventures and how we could invest the money she got from Tony Stark to make something better out of our lives. 

Her improvements made me happy, but I was more proud of myself for not having followed a path of resentment with her. I could have chosen to hate her; I could have chosen to remain empty. But no matter what, she's still my mother, and for the first few years, she has been supporting me, even if begrudgingly. To be an ungrateful little shit that's not something my parents in my previous life taught me.

Everyone deserves a second chance.

...

A week after Emma 'moved' into our house, Veronica planned a birthday party for me. It was my sixteenth birthday. I rejected the notion as I'm not a fan of being the centre of attention; she reluctantly accepted that and instead changed it to just a game night with my friends. My friends being Emma, Jean and Annie. 

It was a Thursday. I returned home with Jean and Annie... things were a bit awkward because Jean and Annie weren't quite happy that Emma was now living with us. They asked what was happening, and I disclosed to them that Emma and I were now in a relationship.

Perhaps it shattered their expectations and disappointed them, but as I had said before, I didn't want to keep secrets from them. It soured the party a bit for the first half an hour until Emma livened it back up with her competitiveness with Jean, a competition in which a jealous Annie joined in despite her being the quiet type. 

From then until now, nothing interesting has happened besides a pestering bug that has been following me every time I leave the house, but I'll address her later.

I still hang out with Annie and Jean. Their flirtatious behaviour didn't cease, but it lessened. It made me feel like I lost something... Emma somehow compensated for it with her presence... and more. 

I didn't think she'd be such a loving girlfriend; I thought she would be more of the nagging bitch type of girlfriend. Never be fooled.

For my birthday, I received several gifts. Veronica gave me expensive clothes, enough to fill my wardrobe. I almost burst out laughing when Jean got me an expensive watch. I knew straight away how she paid for it, but I still appreciated it. Annie gave me some perfume and a wallet.

I was... happy... about all their details; I had never received so many gifts in either life, just clothes would have been enough... and then she had to come and do it. This blonde had to overexert herself. 

She had to show everyone that she was Emma Frost.

The blonde put a blindfold on me and had everyone lead me down the stairs. I thought I was the only one who didn't know, but we were all equally confused. She took us to the parking lot, and I heard gasps.

Then, she removed my blindfold.

Then... I gasped. 

"Tadan!~"

"..."

I was left out of words, rooted in my spot. Emma walked up to the pitch-black car that was parked next to her Ferrari F40 and caressed it. 

"At first, I thought I'd get you a white Ferrari F458 Italia; it was released this year, and I loved it. Not only does it match mine, but it is exquisite, just like that Risotto you cooked for me" The back of her nails rubbed the perfect metallic paint job like the caresses she does to me at night.

"..." I looked at her straight in the eye, wanting to hear more.

"But then I thought. No, that's not who you are, Ray. You recognised who I am... I'm not a pizza parlour type of girl. And you're not a Ferrari type of guy~"

She opened the door and put the key in.

"You're pitch-black custom Corvette type of guy, Ray. You're a 'get it done' type of guy... that's why I like you".

*VROOOOMM!!* 

I almost felt the whole building shake when that beast growled.

"You're my monster type of guy~".

I couldn't help myself and walked up to it, caressing it, too. Jean and Annie approached two, each with an enigmatic expression that I couldn't bother to decipher right now. Veronica merely giggled. She saw I was happy, so she was just as happy. 

Emma took my hand, took my barely touching fingers, and planted my palm on it, leaving my mark.

"Don't be shy... it is yours. This is your sixteenth birthday, and according to the laws in the state of California, you're at the age of getting your first driving license. Let's take a ride~".

She boarded in the copilot seat.

"I don't have the license now, Emma", I groaned, wanting to drive this thing immediately. I don't have my license in this life, but I certainly know how to drive.

Her head peek out the window, tilting cutely as if surprised, "Don't tell me my monster type of guy is afraid of some police?~".

"Emma, don't be irresponsible; Ray could get in trouble!" Jean protested, her face was so dark I almost couldn't see her expression, she clenched her hands as if mixed feelings dwelled within. 

Emma ignored Jean and instead grasped my wrist, caressing it with her thumb, "Are you driving me to the moon or not?".

I didn't feel like thinking. I got in, switched to first gear and let the thrill take over. 

*VROOOMMM!!*