Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

Gibberish. As Mike waited for Alexandria to pick up, that's all he heard. He could hear her talking, yes, but her words sounded so foreign as if she was speaking in some other language. Mentally, he was cursing Alexandria for not picking up at the time he needed her to do so the most. There were some words that registered, though. He understood how the girl why threatening him as if she was her final hope at everything and told him all sorts of scare tactics for him to turn his heels and ask for an apology for his rude actions. The thought only made him scoff to himself. He received death threats for goodness sake and none of it mattered. His management was far too strong for that. And if he can't find someone else in school to do his work for him, he could find anyone else. It was simple, really. Alexandria can contact his agency and launch some sort of contest about winning a date with Mike Romanov in exchange for you to do his work. He was confident that many fangirls and fan-gays, even would bite into that so as she spoke all of his threats, it meant nothing to him. One thing struck him, though. It was how she doubted his words about her looks. Yes, Mike admitted it was a slightly hyperbolic statement but that didn't mean it held no partial truth in it. He ended the call and set his phone back inside his pocket. He didn't turn to her but when he spoke, it was the sincerest he had ever been since the night began. My comments about how you look held no lies, He said. He didn't sound angry, he didn't sound like he was about to explode, and most importantly, he didn't sound exaggeratedly nice. For the first time, his voice held at least a tiny bit of sincerity in it. He kept his eyes inside his pockets and kept his gaze fixed on the night scene outside his window. I mean it. When you, at the very least, tuck the hair covering your face, some other guy would come up to you and... he remembered her comment about parties as social gatherings she seemed to detest, so he paused for a moment. ...and uhh, I don't know. Take you to some bookstore or something. The thing about magazines is that they only show the good side. They show stories of great success, of good deeds, sometimes of rumors, sometimes of love stories. What magazines fail to tell sometimes is the weakness of the people in front of the camera. One of which is Mike's fascination with the night sceneries. Though he lived in the cities and the most that his view gifted him with are tops of buildings and light pollution. Still, he found it quite relaxing. It was then and only then that he actually speaks without any facade. Sometimes without any filter, of course, but none of the exaggerated nice guy facade. Mike scratched the back of his head and pulled himself away from his reverie. Still, he refused to meet the girl's eyes primarily because he didn't want to snap anymore. She was getting on his nerves, actually, and he both liked and detested it. It was annoying - as in, really annoying - but it was a good kind of annoying, if there was such a thing. It felt so different to be treated as some regular human being and not some billboard god. The model poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip before speaking again. I think I've got a better plan. I don't like to do all those shit school stuff you're throwing on my face and you're obviously not the type of girl I thought you were, he tipped his glass slightly to her in a cheers manner. So let's meet halfway. Make me actually want to do that shit. He took another sip. Once in a while he'd pucker his lips out of habit while his eyes looked around the room. It was an unconscious habit not a lot of fans know about because he usually does this only when he's alone or deep in thought. Ah, He said after a while before setting down his empty glass on the counter. Let me put it this way, He began. If I ask Alexandria to bring in some clothes that would fit you and have some of her makeup artist friends come over for you to do a model strut right her, right now, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't. Why? Because it isn't your thing, right? He leaned his lower back against the counter and crossed his arms as he spoke to her. So, in a similar way, I won't do some shitty homework and read parts of some book and note down its themes and blablabla without some sort, what... guidance? Push? Because it's not my thing. Mike extended out his hand. Make me love your books, make me want to do that stuff you do, and then I'll be the one to do it. Until then, Alexandria gets to do my work. Do we have a deal? Of course he'd have to deal with Alexandria's fit about this later on but Mike was sure it wasn't something a little sexy time wouldn't fix.