47 Teasing

"Nothing."

"Nothing."

Both of them said at the same time, and because of their assurance that 'nothing' was going on, I felt relieved. Hell nah, I'm joking. When two guys say 'nothing' at the same time, there is definitely something.

I was sure of one thing, though, this was not a good time to provoke Mr Wilson, he seems very agitated. How can one dinner make him blow the top? What did Luke say while I was gone? Oh, he is gonna die in my hands the next time I see him. I asked him many times to not provoke Mr Wilson, yet he proceeds to do the same.

Mr Wilson, who was gloomy until now, brightened up like a sunflower under the sun the moment Luke left. I was shocked by his attitude change. I get you Mr Wilson, even I want to kill Luke sometimes, and I'm his sister, in fact I'm in a mood to kill him right now.

We started walking towards the parking lot which was very far away; I don't know why, but it was. I felt really cold too. If I get sick, who is going to take care of me, I do not trust Mr Wilson.

"Are you okay? Mr Wilson?" I asked while observing his facial expressions. He looked fine to me, I just asked out of courtesy.

"Ahem, yes. I am fine, Luna." he smiled at me and gave me a very awkward thumbs up. Since he's all fine now, I can set my plan into action.

"So Mr Wilson, I never knew that you fell in love."

"Well, obviously you did not know, I keep my private life a secret."

What private life is he talking about? The life which is non-existent? This guy barely has any friends, I am his only friend. I have received the (crappy) honour of being his friend, bleh. This guy talks so much about keeping his private life a secret when I know the passcode to his home and office, I know about his childhood (entire childhood, Lizzie did not miss out on one detail, at one point it got pretty awkward I must say), and I know all of his weaknesses and future plans for Revolution, where the hell is the secrecy?

"Whatever, so.....who is the lucky lady?"

Mr Wilson looked at me like I was crazy or he was questioning his decision of bringing me here. Hey, I question your decision of bringing me here too, but I do not show it so openly!

'Calm down, calm down. You knew the moment you hired Luna out of impulse that she was slow in terms of her cerebral capacity. Her so called 'childhood friend' (damn him) was able to figure it out before I could myself. I should not expect her to understand so quickly.' Mr Wilson thought to himself. If I could hear what he thought, I would have punched him already.

"I am not telling you, why don't you ask the same question to Luke? Why are you so interested in my love life? Perhaps, do you like me, Luna?" He stopped and held my hand so I would stop walking too, he smirked at me and tilted his head.

What the hell?! My face flushed red, I was teasing him till now, how did this turn into him teasing me? "I- I- I don't..... I do not have a crush on you!!!" I stuttered at first and then shouted.

Mr Wilson's foul mood instantly vanished, 'So what if Luke got a head start?' Mr Wilson lifted his head proudly and took the lead.

Damn it! Mr Wilson, you are playing with my heart, and this is not good for me at all.

"ACHOO!" I rubbed my nose so hard that I became 'Rudolph the red nose reindeer'. Damn, Yzma, why couldn't you dress warm. Mr Wilson was comfortably walking in his onesie llama costume, I'm genuinely surprised that the people working in that restaurant did not question our attire. Well, all they needed was probably some faith in us 'bozos' that we'd pay the bill or that we actually had money.

Mr Wilson turned around and chuckled when seeing me rub my nose so much that it turned red. He waited for me to catch up and put his hand around my shoulder and brought me closer so that I'd feel warmer. Although I felt awkward at first, I went along with it because he was very warm. Maybe I should get myself a onesie too, screw winter coats.

"Ugh how much further? I do not remember it being so far. Tell me the truth Mr Wilson, are we lost?" I looked at him like I wanted to punch him. Does he know how hard it is to walk in heels? After walking so much, he's telling me that we were lost. See, I have never been here before, Mr Wilson on the other hand has been here so many times. How can he get lost?

"Um, let me ask around." He confirmed my suspicion. We were lost. Thank you Mr Wilson, thank you very much. He's leaving me alone in the middle of the street to ask directions, he is never getting a girl, I swear.

It definitely does not take a person fifteen minutes to ask directions, so I went looking for him. I walked right past a dark alley when I heard multiple voices. I went to check what happened. Well well, well, what do we have here?

Ya'll must be thinking, is she stupid to go into a dark alley all by herself? Well, yes. And also, I am very strong, so I am sure that I can protect myself. Look, I do not involve myself in things where I am bound to lose, except liking Mr Wilson because I subconsciously know that he will never like me, he likes someone else, himself. And how can I beat that?

A few street thugs surrounded Mr Wilson. Seriously? How could they have the heart to rob a llama? I guess Mr Wilson gives out his 'eat photons!' aura even though he's wearing a onesie, huh?

Mr Wilson is not the violent type, so I understood why he did not fight back. I got closer, and it became more clear. They had a knife. Don't be so shocked, guys. It was a swiss knife -_-

What low budget thugs are these people, if they want to mug someone, at least get yourself a proper knife (don't take notes guys, do NOT take notes).

Hey, swiss knives have their uses, I'm not denying them, it's just that mugging isn't one of 'em.

Hearing my footsteps, they turned around. "Oh? A second one came asking for doom, is it?"

Oh, my god~ I'm so scared~ not.

Since their attention was on me, Mr Wilson slowly slipped away from there and instead being a good boy by waiting for me in the car while I deal with them with ease, he stood in front me to protect me. Awww, that's so nice, now leave before your highness gets hurt.

Okay, so I should not fight them? Aww, my adrenaline rush was like 'YESSS! ITS TIME!!!' and then Mr Wilson was like 'please stop'.

Okay then, different plan. I'll let Mr Wilson distract them while I call the police. We are wasting time on such cheap thugs who can't afford a proper weapon for goodness' sake. Must be beginners.

(Again, do NOT take notes)

There was this display of ego between them which I ignored and I secretly informed the police so they can arrest these low lives. Sure, Mr Wilson and I would be okay after we got robbed, but what if it was someone else? What if it was a helpless old man or a young girl?

There were a total of three men, pretty pathetic, huh? Well, if they were against one person it makes sense, but if that one person was me, THEY ARE GOING DOWN!

This is either the adrenaline rush talk or I am genuinely confident in myself. The truth is leaning towards the former than latter.

Thanks to my horrid luck, one of them spotted the phone in my hand and deduced that I informed the police, damn it, I could not figure out my own feelings but these guys could accurately guess what I did all because of a phone in my hand, and it's not even on. If they applied their two brain cells in doing a job instead of mugging others, I was confident that they would do pretty well.

They started coming very close to us. The police would need at least a few minutes to reach, so I had to do something. I put my hand on Chris's shoulder, pushed him back and walked forward.

"Shh, let me take care of this, darlin." I flicked my hair. I wish I had sunglasses and some chewing gum, you know, to finish the 'cool' look. Mr Wilson looked at me like he wished to knock some sense into me, 'This is utter idiocy' he thought. I know Mr Wilson, I know.

Hell, even the thugs were confused, 'what is this purple polka dot doing?' They looked at themselves for a second. They were checking why their muscles were not frightening enough.

"We do not hit women, let the men do the talking. Give us your wallets and jewellery, raise hands up in the air and leave." They warned us by showing off their swiss knives.

They don't hit women, eh? Thugs have morals? Oh, the irony. But I do not mind hitting men. Wait, we still have the 'peace' option. Are they going to accept this jewellery knowing that this is synthetic, and that I borrowed it? Maybe after giving these to them, I should give them the receipt, so they can pay the bill too.

Seeing that we did not move, they warned us again, "DO you think this is a JOKE? Don't test our patience!"

With those knives you keep swooshing around, I really think this is a joke.

"Luna, give them what we have." He held my hand firmly and said.

Hey, I thought we were going to fight! I complained. I did not say it out loud, but he understood me.

Luna shut up. This is not some movie or comic where suddenly we get super strength and defeat the bad guys. Be practical. Now, your safety is important, not money.

(A/N: Sure, we all want a guy who fights for us or something like that. But is that really necessary? Showing off their strength or dealing with the situation calmly so that his loved one isn't hurt? We don't want macho, we want mature. And so, I did not make Chris the show off, fighter type. Also, I felt that it would indirectly make Lia a damsel-in-distress, and I did not want that either)