You’ve been living with James for almost a year now and he’s given you everything you could ask for and more. The best gift that he’s given you is his undying love and loyalty.
But lately you’ve been going a little insane. Although you don’t mind having a few drinks at the Blue Parrot Lounge with your friends, you felt like you needed a night out in the city. Being around new scenery is something that’ll make you oh so happy. But your boyfriend James will never allow it. It comforts him knowing that you’re safe and sound under his very own roof. Whenever you wanted to do a little shopping during the day or wanted to have lunch with your girlfriends, he had no issue with that because in his eyes, daytime in Los Angeles is a lot safer than at night.
You told yourself that today is going to be the day that you stand up and convince your sweetheart, James to let you out. Your girlfriends had their fingers crossed for you, even Liz and Sally do.
After searching around the hotel for James, you finally found him on Floor 7. You didn’t need a key for the door because it was already wide open. Of course, your boyfriend was playing 1920′s Jazz music. He despised modern day music. But, you do love how old fashioned James is. Especially since you can’t find a lot of men nowadays like that.
James was sitting on the couch, polishing his cane when you found him. “Ah dearest!” He greeted you with a smile, revealing his dimples.
You slowly started getting nervous, knowing you’ll have to ask him the one question that he despises. “Hi James.”
“Come. Sit on my lap.” He patted a hand on his thigh.
“Actually, I didn’t come here to sit. I came here to ask you something.” You started slowly pacing around the room, trying not to make it look noticeable, but you couldn’t help it.
Luckily, James was too focused on polishing his beloved cane that he didn’t notice. “Anything. If it’s money that you need, you know darling, you have the code to my vault.”
“Yes I know, but it isn’t that. I was kind of hoping, you know-” You paused. “-if you would allow me to go out tonight with my friends?”
James’s mood went from cheerful to displeased. He set his cane to rest against the couch, then walked over to pour himself a drink. He dramatically sighed and you swallowed from nervousness.
You know when James gives you the silent treatment, it’s not a good sign. So you kept your mouth shut, awaiting to hear words form from his mouth.
“Darling, we have discussed this before. Have we not?” James said while still keeping his back towards you, after finally turning around to face you slowly.
“Y-yes we have. Like I get it, you can’t be there to watch me, but-” You responded, then James cuts you off.
“Indeed. And to your misfortune, my answer is still no.” James objected.
“But that’s not fair. I’m still young. I’m not even 30 yet. I feel like a caged animal.” You whined, standing up to cross your arms in front of you in disagreement.
“Ah yes. And a caged animal that is more than alive and well. Am I correct?” James asked.
No. No is the word you hated hearing the most. You rolled your eyes at James then attempted to storm out of the room, but James catches your wrist.
“And to where do you think you’re off to?” James asks while tightening his grip on your small wrist.
“Leaving you forever if you don’t let go of me.” You spat, trying to shake off his hand around your wrist, but James’s strength doesn’t allow it.
James clenched his jaw to help prevent himself from going off on you because of your sudden attitude. “Sit.” He demanded, eyeing you, then eyeing the couch for you to sit on.
“Why?” You scoffed.
“Dearest. Do as I say or else your shopping trips will be no more.”
“Fine.” You said, then James releases his grip from your wrist and you sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, eager to hear what he has to say.
“I will allow you this night with your companions.”
Your eyes lit up from excitement and you stood up. This was a first. “What?! Really?!”
“Under these conditions.” James demanded, pointing a finger in the air.
“Okay?” You narrowed your eyes at James.
“You musn’t be out past 1:00″
“Ugh, 2:00.” You suggested, hoping he would agree. But unfortunately, he didn’t.
“1:30″ James said and you mouthed ‘fine’. “And someone will be present to watch over you.”
“Okay seriously? Who?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.
“My darling friend, John Lowe.” James smiled at you.
“Great. So John is going to babysit my friends and I.” You didn’t agree to having John watch over you and your friends. But, it’s better than James not allowing you go out at all. So you just let it be, hoping that overtime, James can see that you are able to take care of yourself. Which is when pigs fly.
As much as you wished James could go out with you, you were so excited for tonight. Thankfully, John wasn’t dreading tonight like you thought he would. He told you that he’s looking forward to having a drink or two. Having a designated driver also wouldn’t be necessary because majority of the bars are walking distance.
Once John was out of the shower and in his robe, James, being the ghost that he is, popped up in his hotel room. I guess their friendship is so close that James even does John’s hair.
“John, be sure to keep a close eye on my beloved Y/N.” James stated.
“Of course. You know I will.” John said.
“And if anything is out of line. I insist you bring her back to me.” The concern in James’s voice wasn’t hard to ignore. John nodded his head at James.
After James was finished on his hair, he left the room to let John change.
Once you were finished getting ready, you made sure to say goodbye to your lover. You especially made sure to thank him for letting you out tonight by giving him a passionate kiss.
You headed to the lobby only to see that John isn’t in sight, so you assumed he wasn’t ready yet.
Seeing that Iris is at the front desk, you decided to stand and chat with her while you wait for John.
Minutes later he arrives from the elevator looking a tad bit overdressed. You assumed it was James’s doing.
“Ready to go?” John said once he reached the front desk.
You grabbed your clutch from the counter, holding it down at your side. “Yes, officer.”
“Hey hey. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend is so paranoid and overprotective of you.” John chuckled.
“I know. Well lets make a fun night out of it.” You shrugged.
Just as the two of you were making your way to walk out. You see James by the railings at the Blue Parrot Lounge watching you with a drink in his hand. “I love you!” You shouted to James, then blew him a kiss. With drink in hand, he bent out that arm to you with a smile.
James March and you went back a long time, having met at one of his father’s political parties. They weren’t rich, but James was an excellent entrepreneur, managing to amass a wealth unlike any other. You had fallen for each other when you were younger, but never acted on it, leading to separation. You met nearly a decade later and by the time you fully remembered who he was, you were already stuck in an endless cycle of extravagant gifts and money when you struggled, but didn’t dare tell him.
As you’re indulging on your final course which is a delectable dessert known as creme brulee, you couldn’t help but thank James for the amazing second date with him. “This is lovely. Everything.” You stopped to smile. “I’m having an amazing time regardless of your nature.” It’s true, you are aware that he’s forever remaining a ghost and how he’s known as one of the greatest serial killers known to man, but as insane as it sounds, you could care less.
“Ah, yes.” James waited a moment before continuing his response to your statement, glancing at the dessert before him, then turned his gaze back to you. “And being in your presence is marvelous I must say, dear. You are an astonishing woman of this modern day and age. One that is quite literally once in a lifetime.”
“Oh James, your vocabulary always gets me. I bet it makes all of the ladies swoon over.” You admitted with a chuckle.
“Tell me, how does my vocabulary affect someone as splendid as you?” James asked with a grin, finally taking a bite of his dessert as he sees you speechless over his question.