probably a lot of mistakes but at least i updated 😰😰



"Dory, you dumb fuck, the plane is going to crash," she groans in annoyance. Oh, shit.

"Give me a minute," I mutter as I look through the compartments on top of the seats. They need to have one of those parachutes things. Come on.

"Fuck no," she scoffs. "What are you looking for anyway?"

"Finally," I mutter out in relief and out of the parachute backpack. I turn to face her but the plane shakes. Oh, fuck. I'm not good with heights.

So maybe don't go on an airplane, idiot. Now I just sound like Ivory.

"Do you expect me to jump off?" she scoffs. "Yes," I grin at her mockingly before handing her the backpack.

"Great," she grumbles under her breath as she puts it on. "See ya," with that, I push her off. A light push. She was expecting it. It's alright.

"Kylian?" I hear someone call out for me and I look to my right. The person is dressed as I am but I recognise the voice.

Oh, how I hate that dreadful voice. That person shouldn't even be saying my name. Nor be looking at me.

"Bastard," I spit before grabbing a gun from the seat and shooting the cunt. There. Lovely.

I also put on the parachute backpack and open my arms before finally falling off the plane. If I'm going to fall, I might as well be dramatic about it and imagine ominous music in the background.

"Kylian, you pushed me off and my parachute is not erupting or whatever it's fucking called," she says through the earpiece, clearly pissed.

"Too bad-" before I can finish, she interrupts. "Do you want me to kill you?" she asks. No?

Once I see her, I wrap my arms around her waist and the parachute irrupts. This isn't how I wanted to go skydiving but oh well.

"I've got you, love," I chuckle and she just rolls her eyes. We are literally in the air. What the fuck is up with my life?

"I hate heights," she mutters, resting her forehead on my chest. "I'm gonna piss my fucking pants."

"Don't piss your pants, Rory," I laugh. She's joking... right?

"Kylian," she huffs, "I'm an assassin, not a bloody superhero who can fly."

I roll my eyes at her words before tightening my grip on her. Imagine how stupid we look. Anyway, does this count as skydiving? Pretty sure it does.

Once our feet touch the ground, she rolls onto the ground and I hover over her, both hands beside her head. "Ouch, my fucking back," she groans in pain.

"That's what she said," I grin and she pushes me off her in response. So it's only okay when she says it?

"I hate you," she mumbles under her breath as she sits up and takes off her helmet. Hmm, I don't know. It seems like she loves me.

"You sure?" I ask teasingly, also taking off my helmet and then running my hands through my hair.

"Yes," she breathes out, laying back down while taking off her other amour shit. We're laying in a grass field in the middle of nowhere. Great.

"Come on," I sigh, reaching out a hand to pull her up but she doesn't take it. "I would much rather lay on the ground," she mutters.

I look at her with a blank expression and once her eyes meet mine, she scoffs but finally stands up. I'm going to be alone for hours with her. Imagine the brain cells I'm going to lose.

"The plane couldn't have gotten far," I state, "meaning we're probably somewhere in England."

"Want to play twenty questions?" she randomly asks. "Considering we're just going to be walking for ages, why not?" I shrug.

"Why are you such a bastard?" she questions. Dunno.

"Why are you such a twat?" I counter. "You have to answer my question first, dipshit," she scoffs.

"Because I am," I finally answer. "Now your turn." I think that's a pretty good response.

"Because I am," she copies me. Was she just born annoying or what? And does she have an obsession with copying me?

"What's your biggest fear?" I ask. "You seeing me sneaking out of your mum's room," she grins mockingly.

"You mean graveyard?" I snort and her face drops. "I forgot," she mutters and a second later, we both burst out laughing.

Sorry, mum, for making jokes about your death. May you rest in peace. It is kinda funny though.

"But in all seriousness, dying alone," she says. "That's deep." And Kylo says I'm in my emo era.

"Mine is losing my charm on girls," I sigh dramatically, throwing my arm over her shoulder.

"Number one, corny," she cringes, pushing me away from her. "Number two, sorry to break it to you, but you don't have a charm."

"Huh, what was that?" I ask but before she can reply, I cut her off. "Oh, yeah. The sound of lies."

But am I wrong? No. Is she wrong? Yes. Have you seen me? I'm so amazing.



"I can't walk anymore," she complains. It's currently night and we're still walking. I don't blame her but God, after spending hours with her, she's gotten annoying.

"Ivory, shut up." She's been repeating that same sentence for the past hour. "Well, my feet are dead and I'm blaming you," she shrugs.

"Oh, and you keep opening and closing that velvet box," she mutters, glancing at my hands as I quickly pocket the small box.

"Blame me, I don't care," I say, ignoring her previous words. "Are you emo or something?" she scoffs and I look at her weigh an expression that says "what the fuck," because what the fuck?

"What?" she mumbles, looking up at me. "It was just a question. So... are you?"

"Yes," I tell her sarcastically. "Ah," she nods her head slowly, "Kylo did tell me you had an emo phase when you were younger but I guess you never grew out of it. "

Kylo said what? Does he want to fucking die? Making a mental note to chase him with a knife next time I see him.

"I never had a fucking emo phase." I didn't but Bella did. She denies it but come on, it's obvious.

"Anyway, Personal De Luca transportation," she grins, "I need a taxi." Oh, for fucks sake.

"No, sod off." Gosh, she's hurting my head. My legs also hurt but I'm not complaining.

"You're a dick," she grumbles. "Am I though?" Now she's going to say yes then I'm going to repeat "am I?" until she shuts up.

"Yes, you're also a twat, cunt, bastard, muppet, dipshit, asshole-" before she can continue I pick her up and put her over my shoulder.

"Let me go, you dumb fuck!" she huffs. "You said your legs hurt," I shrug.

"I was saying it to piss you off, idiot," she says and I can imagine her rolling her eyes. Why am I not surprised?

"Too bad, too sad," I smirk. Copying her will forever be funny. "That's my saying, dickhead," she retorts. See.

"It's mine now," I shrug. Too bad, too sad, Rory.

"You know I can easily wrap my legs around your neck, flip you so that you're on the ground then choke you?" she threatens.

"Bit kinky, Ivory," I tease. "Are you horny by any chance?"

"Fuck you, Alessandro," she mutters. "You wish, Elena." She used my middle name, I'll use hers. Mine is better anyways.

"No, I do not wish that," she retorts. "At least my middle name isn't the name of a cry baby." Imagine. I actually can't but she can.

"Wait- how do you know that?" she chuckles. Oh, fuck. Did I just snitch on myself?

"You watched the show and you didn't tell me!" she exclaims. "You also let me rant about it for five minutes and you didn't say anything?"

What was I meant to say? Her rant on why Klaus was the best and deserved better was very weird to comment on. Besides, I only started watching the show like a week ago.

"I made you watch it," she says proudly. "I didn't watch it for you," I scoff. I didn't.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Alessandro," she replies teasingly. Someone kill me, please.

As soon as I make a right turn, I see a motel and I let out a sigh of relief. I'll get to sleep and be in a different room than her. Sounds amazing already.

"Oi, let me down now," she huffs and I grab her by the waist before putting her down. "Happy?" I scoff and she elbows me in the stomach.

"Last one there is a piece of shit," she says and sends me a smile before running inside, towards the reception. I'm too tired to run but there's no way I'm letting her win.

Within seconds, I catch up to her, touching the reception table same time as her. "I touched it first," she says and I furrow my eyebrows. "Liar," I utter, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Hi there," a woman says, looking at our clothes skeptically. "How many nights?"

Before I could reply, Ivory pulls me down to her level. "We don't have money on us, dipshit," she whispers. Oh, shit.

A smile forms on my face and I lean forward into the counter. "We don't have any money on us, but you wouldn't mind, right?"

"Uh," she hesitates with a chuckle. "I'm not really supposed to allow that."

"Oh, come on," I smirk. "Okay, fine," she gives in and hands me a key. Ivory better thank me for this.

"Thanks, lov-" I try to say to the receptionist but Ivory cuts me off. "Thank you, we'll be on our way now," with that, she grabs the keys out of my hands and walks away.

What's up her ass? She was fine just a second ago. Bipolar as fuck.

"Hey," I call out for her, quickly catching up, "'you don't have any charms on girls' my ass."

"You still don't," she shrugs, walking up the stairs. "Uh, I clearly do," I smirk, throwing my arm on her shoulder, "have you seen me?"

"Yeah, you're too much of a disgrace for my eyes to look at," she rolls her eyes while opening the door to the room.

I open my mouth to talk but instead, my face drops. One fucking bed.

"You've got to be kidding me," she mumbles under her breath. Now I have to spend even more time with her. Not how I planned my day.

I'm even more pissed. How is my day going? Horrible. So horrible that I would rate it one star.

"Well, I call dibs on the bed," she states. "Fuck no." There's no way she's actually serious?

"Yes. You're annoying," she replies like it's the most obvious thing ever. "You're acting as if you're not annoying," I scoff.

"If I'm that annoying why did you jump after me?" she asks.

"Sleep wherever you want, Ivory, I really don't give a shit." I just need a phone so I can call Elio and get the fuck out of here. A bed is the least of my problems.

"You're a dick that needs to be humbled," she shakes her head. "Ouch, you hurt my feelings," I sarcastically reply but she doesn't say anything and just steps into the bathroom, locking the door after her.

Maybe making a deal with her was a mistake. Should have just any of the other partners I fucking have.

I take off my shirt, leaving me in just cargo pants. This is going to be the most uncomfortable sleep ever. That is if I can even go to sleep.

Oh, and not to mention if someone finds out we're here they're probably going to try to kill us. How great is that?

"Hey, Ivory," I knock on the door repeatedly. I know it's annoying. That's why I'm doing it. "What do you want?" she huffs, finally opening the door.

"Here, dipshit," I hand her my shirt. "What a nice gesture," she rolls her eyes before shutting the door. No thank you?

Sometimes, I honestly wonder what happened to her when she was younger that made her this annoying.

Maybe some guy rejected her and now she hates everyone, I think to myself as I grab a pillow and toss it onto the couch. Nah, that can't be the reason.

She walks out and ignores me as she goes to sit down on the bed. Ouch, okay. My presence is better than hers anyway.

Damn, is my shirt actually that loose on her? I look her up and down before meeting her eyes.

"Staring, Kylian?" she smirks. "You wish," I utter, grabbing another pillow and throwing it onto the couch.

"I didn't think you would agree to not sleeping on the bed," she says with a small smile. I just shrug at her words and sit down, my elbows resting on my knees.

Once we get to Italy, we wouldn't have to talk as much. Just train then speak at missions. But there is a mafia annual ball soon.

Madeleine and her mafia will be there. Every mafia will. There's also a no weapon or fighting rule but having her there is a perfect chance to weaken her mafia.

It's not like I'm not the host. Since my mafia is ranked first, I get to host the ball. Not to brag, but I am bragging. Get shit on Madeleine.

Yeah, I've never said that in my life so I'll gladly blame Kylo.

Besides, I shouldn't be thinking of the whole mafia ball right now, that's future me's problem.

I lift my head and my eyes instantly meet with Ivory's. "Oh, my fucking God," she mumbles under her breath before lifting the blanket off the other side of the bed and motioning her head towards it.

"Oh?" I breathe out, my lips tugging up to form a smirk. "What changed your mind, Rory?" I ask as I walk towards her.

"Your sad and lonely presence that is burning my happy and sociable soul," she grumbles.

"Not because you care about me?" I tease as I lay down on the bed, both of us on our sides and facing each other. "Definitely not," she laughs.

"Night, dipshit," I murmur and her lips form a smile before she turns around. Ouch, a bit rude.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. "No night back?" I mutter, our faces inches away. "How could you?"

"You're pissing me off a little extra today," she shrugs and turns back around so that she's facing me.

"Yeah?" I chuckle, my eyes flickering to her lips. "You are, you also made me lose multiple brain cells," she sighs exaggeratedly.

"Shut up," I laugh, pulling her closer to me. She definitely made me lose more brain cells.



one bed duhhh like who do u think i am??? (besides the best and funniest author in the world)

ooh also don't be like "why is kylian always saving ivory" bc she's gonna save him some times too 😍😍😍

and imagine how funny they looked parachuting in the sky 😭😭😭 im just imagining roxy and eggsy from the kingsman

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