Keep Your Enemies Closer

I want a life like Allie's

I finished showering and finally had time to relax. My head hurt from all the homework and all I wanted to do was sleep. But when I lied down in my bed, I saw my phone screen was on and I received a message a few minutes ago. I must've not heard it in the shower.

I smiled when I saw it was from Chandler and it said:

In comparison to your brother, you're a wuss.

I scoffed after reading it and glared at my phone screen. I didn't take longer than a second before I had my reply:

Better being a wuss than having a bad hair day.

I smirked. I knew this would get to him, because he cared about his appearance. Even though I'm sure he'd look better without the gel, I want to tease him a little. My phone buzzed and I looked back at the screen.

Take that back! I did not have a bad hair day.

Oh it was worse than Alfalfa's. I smirked again.

Who the fuck is Alfalfa? Was he serious?

Little rascals? Our gang follies? He didn't know Alfalfa?!

Never heard of that.

Well I'm sorry for your lack of education.

I was being dead serious. I can't believe he never watched those movies. Those were the best.

Lend me the movie and I'll watch it.

I would if I had them.

This made me sad. I did wish for them last Christmas, but didn't get them. My mom saved all the money she had and bought me a laptop. I could watch them on the internet, which I did. But it wasn't the same.

Pitiful. I bet he was laughing at his smart reply, but I didn't find it funny. I really love those movies.

I just shook my head and put the phone aside. I was done texting with him and so I put my phone in the charger. I lied down and fell asleep.

CHANDLER'S PoV:

She wasn't answering and after staring at my phone for over ten minutes, I sighed and tossed it aside. I had class early tomorrow, so I should probably sleep, but I don't feel like it. I would rather continue talking to Allie.

"Master, you have mail." Miles stepped into my room and I jumped at his sudden appearance. I forgot to close my door after getting in my room. I only nodded and watched him place the envelope on my desk.

"Please close the door, Miles." I ordered and he did, leaving me alone. I sighed as I eyed the envelope. I knew it was from one of the colleges I had written to. I was scared to open it, because I got so many assurances and I was bad at deciding things.

Nevertheless I stood up from my couch and walked towards my desk. I opened it carefully. It was from Harvard. I sighed when I read the first few words. Another assurance. I couldn't help but think my father had something to do with that.

I snorted, of course he did. They probably all just wanted to benefit from having the richest kid in their school, no matter how good my education was. I spoke french almost fluently, had an A in Latin, could divide any numbers in less than a minute in my head and yet all they care about is my name.

I was sick of it and wanted to crawl into my bed and cry. How was I supposed to decide now? I was angry at my life and ripped the paper. I kicked the ground and jumped on my bed. I should be glad that I got so many opportunities, but I wanted to work for it. I wanted everyone to see that I'm not this stuck up billionaire's son, who can't do anything on his own.

I cook for myself, I wash the dishes, fix my own car if I have to and only use Miles if I feel sick. I want to be normal, I want a life like Archer- no not even, I want a life like- like Allie. I want a sibling and a small house. I want a loving mother and-

I stopped pitying myself and frowned. Where was her dad? It was none of my business, but I wanted to know. I wanted to know so much about her, it scared me. She was supposed to be my slave. Well, not really.

But that's what I told her to be. And now I'm in this dilemma. She is a part of my life now and I'm a part of hers. She even said we were friends. And although I know she didn't mean it, it made my heart warm. I never had a friend, who wasn't a relative, like Archer.

I shook my head and sat up in bed. Sleep would not come over me and I decided to distract myself. Maybe I should watch that movie, Allie was talking about. I quickly typed in the name on the movies, after walking over to my couch and turning my laptop on.

My eyes widened. 1937 and 1994? Was she serious? Does she like those old school movies? I shook my head and started with the newer movie: The rascals.

Let's see if this was worth it.