Classic Novel
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“What are you two doing out here?” Mr Gordon asks, taking two steps closer to them.
Archie groans on the floor he sat on and he deliberately drags his feet off the water.
He stands on his feet and walks out on them without saying anything.
Melanie didn’t bother to call him back as she was afraid he might stand against his father if he should stay for another minute.
Melanie turned around and bowed to Mr Gordon who stood transfixed on his spot.
“I’ll take my leave now, sir.” She says gently and walks out on him, not waiting for his response.
“Thank you for making him happy.” Mr Godon says behind her.
Melanie stop walking for a while, she turns her gaze to him to see that he was already staring at the waterfall and not her.
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She thought and stridden inside the mansion.
Melanie walk inside her room and close the door behind her, she sighs tiredly and walks to her bed.
She plunges into the bed.
“Today is a bit tiring.” she yawns lazily and takes her phone from the nightstand table. There, she sees that she has missed a call from Kayla.
“Oh! How long has it been?” she chuckles and puts a call across to her.
“Hey, sugar!” The happy voice of Kayla yells from the other side of the phone.
“Silly girl. How are you?” Melanie asks with a smile on her face.
“What’s with that voice, are you okay?” Kayla asks, one could tell she’s worried, judging by the way she’s sounding.
Melanie rolls her eyes dramatically as if she could see it. “I’m fine, just that…
Her phone switch off before she could complete her sentence.
“What the hell is this?” she groans, tossing the phone beside her on the bed.
“Guess I forget to plug it.” she yawns and stands up to her feet. Just then she remembered the Spaghetti with tomato basil paste that she made for dinner, earlier.
“Oops, my bad I forgot to serve them dinner.” she panicked and wonder what they might think of her.
‘A lazy babysitter who doesn’t know her work’ she thought and quickly slide her foot inside the flip-flop that lay gently on the floor.
“Shot!” she dashes off the room and rushed to the hallway that leads to Mr Gordon’s room.
She places a light knock on the door and waits for his reply but she doesn’t get any.
“Is he sleeping already or is he still outside?” she asks no one in particular and she places another knock on the door.
She tries to place another knock when she feels someone’s grip on her shoulder.
“Yes, is there any problem?” Mr Gordon asks behind her and Melanie quickly pave way for him.
“Sorry, I want to call you for dinner,” she mumbles and he shakes his head slightly.
“You can get Archie to eat, I’m good.” He lets out and walks inside his room.
“Oh, okay.” Melanie gup hard and walk away from his quarter.
“Hey, are you up?” She asks follow by a light knock on Archie’s door.
She hears his tired voice usher her in. She twists the doorknob and enters the boyish room.
“Why are you still up?” Melanie asks, gazing around every corner of the room.
“Nothing, just nursing my wound.” He mumbles, bringing out wool from the box.
“How did you get injured?” Melanie asks moving closer to have a better look.
“You should know better.” He scoffs, bringing out a neat band-aid from the box.
Melanie sits beside him on the bed and moves her hands to his face, she stares keenly at his good sculpture face and gasps at the wound on his cheek.
“How come I never see this?” she asks. Removing the rough band-aid from the wound.
“That’s because it’s always covered in a band-aid that matches my skin tone. Or you’ve never taken a closer look at my face, worrying you might fall for this cute face.” Archie grinned.
Melanie pulls his ears and he cries out for her to let go.
“Why are you being so harsh, I’m just joking, ouch!” Archie groans, rubbing his ears.
“Your wound is a little bit dip, what did you cut yourself with?” Melanie asks with a raised voice.
“It’s not his fault, I provoked him to slice my cheek with a pen knife.” Archie groans the moment the ointment touched his wound.
“I’ll apply more force if you try to defend him once more.” Melanie threatened.
“Do you now hate him?” Archie asks.
“I don’t know but I don’t like what he did to you.” Melanie response. Adding a new band-aid to his wound.
“I’m glad you feel that way, does that mean that you like me?” Archie grinned.
Melanie glare hard at him, “Why would I like a spoiled kid like you? You’re the young self of your father. Very stubborn and strict.” Melanie scoffs, packing the first aid kit back inside the box.
“I’m nothing like my father.” Archie reminds her, touching his cheek with his right palm.
“You wish.” Melanie rolls her eyes at him.
“Make sure you like me, I might consider you as the aunt that I never had.” Archie smile. He takes the box back to where he took it from.
“I can never have you as my nephew.” Melanie kiss her teeth.
“I heard that,” Archie yells behind her.
“Why are you here anyways?” he asks, plunging onto the bed.
“Aren’t you hungry? I came to tell you to come down for dinner.” Melanie yawns, rubbing her palms together.
“You seem tired, how about you go to sleep?” Archie mumbles, gazing at her teary eyes.
Melanie smiles “look at you worrying about me.” She chuckles.
“You’re my babysitter and your well-being matter most to me.” he blurted out.
“Thank you. So, are you coming downstairs for dinner or not?” she rushes her words, standing up from the bed.
“I’m not hungry.” he let out.
“Whatever. I’m out of here!” She mumbles with a yawn.
She gets to the door and looks back at him “You may be wondering if you can resist it or not, but I prepared Spaghetti with tomato basil paste.” she says, before walking out of the door.
Archie widen his eyes in excitement “Spaghetti and… Whatever I’m coming.” he beamed, rushing down the bed.
He opens the door and bumps into Melanie who stays behind to welcome him if he finally changes his mind.
“I know you would come.” Melanie soothe him with a mockery smile.
“Whatever.” he laughs as he rushes down the stairs to the dining room.