Darby and Esma knocked on Clay's bedroom door. "Come in.". They entered and Clay was standing on his little round table.
"Master, what are you doing...?", Esma questioned. "I'm not too sure. I'm just trying to think and for some reason I wound up walking up here. What would you guys like?", Clay stated as he got down.
"We would like to go out together. Would that be okay...?", Darby asked. Clay rolled his eyes. "Yes. Just leave me alone.". Esma bit her lip as she grinned.
At night:
Esma and Darby sat on the edge of a cliff and watched the sunset. "Do you ever think about our future...?", Esma pondered. "Ours...?". She nodded. "Well, yeah. Of course. I really like you, Esma. I-...we fucked up in the past and probably will in the future. But can we just keep that back there in the past and focus on now...?". "What are you trying to say?", Esma paused.
"I'm trying to say that I want to be with you.". It stayed silent for a solid 10 seconds. "I love you.", she whispered. "I love you more.", Darby whispered back and they started to make out.
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Saturday. Clay groaned, nervously, as he paced around his room. He stared down at the passed out body of Ryder at the bottom of his feet. Ryder's head had a pool of blood around it and his eyes were rolled in the back of his head.
Emma, the Cloud Nine maid, and Maddox, the Cloud Nine chef both sat down around Ryder. Emma poked him. "I think he's dead-",
"Don't touch the body!", Maddox panicked, slapping her hand away. "Shut up! Both of you! You're going to get us caught! If you two really want Anastasia to get dragged here so I can knock her out, be quiet! I don't even know why I agreed to this....", Clay muttered. "Because. You're jealous that she wanted to marry Ryder instead of y-",
"Emma! Jesus! Now I see why Cloud Nine doesn't like you! And please...just tell me why you guys want to kill both of them? Or knock them out, that is.". "Because. We hate them. They're so annoying, bragging about their marriage, rubbing it in our faces. We are so sick of it.", Maddox complained. "And what do I get out of this-",
"Clay, I told you! I steal Cordelia's money, you get all of the funds.", Maddox grinded through her teeth.
Charlotte came in and gasped. She quietly shut the door then ran over. "I knocked him out.", Clay declared. Charlotte stammered then harshly whispered, "He could be dead! Look at all of the blood around his head! Why did you do this, are you stupid?!".
"Don't talk to me like that! And I did this because I'm getting all of Cordelia's funds! I'm not trying to start anything, I'm just trying to help Cordelia see what she did to us here at this mansion. This is payback. I hope that bitch is suffering.", Clay shortly laughed.
Downstairs:
Jasper glided the tips of his fingers across the side of the dining room table, as he walked down to the window at the end of the room.
"You're not going to see anything exciting out there.", a voice claimed from the doorway of the dining room. Jasper flinched and turned around to see Adira standing there, with a slight smile. He smiled back at her, walking towards her.
"What are you doing in here?", Jasper asked in a light hearted and warm tone. Adira smiled even wider. "I just...". "You just what? Were you spying on me?", Jasper snickered. "No! I was...Admiring you! Admiring! I was just admiring you, I-I-...", Adira sputtered. Her face turned redder than a fully bloomed rose.
"You're easily flustered.", Jasper scoffed. "I'm just...going kind of boy crazy. Do you know Axel? He's a butler here. Yeah, him, but...I was thinking about asking him out. But I don't really know if he likes me. I don't even know if I like him.", Adira whispered.
"That sucks. You know what you should do? Just straight out ask him. Trust me. I'm a guy, I should know.".
There was a knock at the door. Clay rushed down and opened it. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes as he slammed the door. There was a frantic knock following the last.
Clay opened the door again. "What do you guys want?!", he shouted.
"We... Uhm... Got kicked out and are wondering if you could... Erm... Let us stay here for a bit.", Cordelia said, holding onto Blade's arm.
Clay dramatically laughed. "Nice try. Really! In all honesty! That's the funniest thing I've heard all day!", he wheezed.
"Look. I think you're a piece of shit of a king but we're being serious. At least let us come in for dinner or some shit...?", Blade sighed.
Clay opened the door wider.
At dinner:
"So, uhm... What the fuck are they doing here again...?", Axel said. "They're staying for a while.", Clay announced.
"Yep, my baby is going to die.", Charlotte said then slouched down in her seat.
"We're all going to die, Charlotte.", Esma groaned.
"I'm not going to kill any of you! Jesus! I can't come in here without looking like a villain-",
"And prostitute. Also, yes the fuck you do look like a villain, bitch.", Charlotte scoffed.
"Guys, that isn't a way to talk to a woman. You should be thankful she came here. Now she has our trust. Right?", Amanita said.
Charlotte pulled out her gun. "I swear to God I'll kill you.", she hysterically laughed, pointing it at Amanita. Oliver took the gun from Charlotte. "Hey! I was trying to do a good deed!", Charlotte snapped then tried taking the gun back.
"Char, holy shit! Calm the fuck down! And, she might be a little bit annoying but that doesn't mean pull a fucking gun on her!"
"No, Oliver. I agree with Charlotte.", Darby declared.
"Just because you got her pregnant doesn't mean you have to fuck her mind, too.", Oliver said.
Clay grinned. "Ah, I love dinner time.".