The Bad Boy Inside the Fairy Suit [BOOK 3]

(20) Mr. Bean

Hi yo peeps! How ya doing?

I'm doing fine! Except for the fact that my left eye power is 1,075 and my righ eye power is 950. My eye doctor told me to rest my eyes, so I did.

That's why this update was late 😅

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"Charlie-"

"Shh."

I snapped my mouth shut and let him push me silently. He's currently driving the wheelchair I'm in. Yes, I'm that immature that I call it 'driving'.

I stared ahead and pointed at my bedroom door. "Just go right the-"

"Shhhhh..." He hissed as we entered my room. "Hold on, I'll carry you."

"Where's mom?" I whispered, "Is she here?"

"No, she's not." He whispered back, doing something with the wheelchair, and eventually, we came to a full stop.

It's not that I'm still living in my parents' house, actually, I have my own small apartment. But my mom insisted on me staying here so that she could help me, and I told her that I'd leave as soon as possible.

"Oh.." I stood up and limped toward my bed.

"Hey, hey, hey." He whispered, "I told you that I will carry you."

"And I've told you that I'm not disabled," I whispered, frowning silently. "Plus, why are we whispering?"

"I don't know." He whispered back, sitting on my bed. "You started it."

I shook my head and whispered, "No, I didn't-"

"Yes, you did."

Yes, I think I did.

"Can we please stop whispering please?" I asked, this time with my normal voice.

"Sure." He laughed.

"Charlie," I started, "I wanna watch the T.V."

"No Netflix?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No Netflix." I nodded.

He shrugged and walked towards my unused television. It would be a miracle if it still works.

He turned it on and asked, "What channel?"

Blinking, I brushed off the shock off me and cleared my throat. "Disney channel please."

He smirked, "Vanch, you only lost your memory for 4 months, not 20 years."

I rolled my eyes. "I.Want.Disney."

"Alright." He chuckled before changing the channel.

"There." He muttered, walking back beside me.

"Oooh, are those new tv shows?" I asked, silently cringing.

"I think so..." He nodded.

"Damn. I've got to admit, Hannah Montana was good..."

"Sure..." He laughed, "No comment."

"Puh-lease, you loved Kick Bottowski."

"He's awesome."

"I know." I chuckled, "I KNOW!"

"Oh look! It's Mr. Bean!" I gasped, "They're still showing it?"

"I think so..." He laughed.

"Tan tan dadadat tan tadatdat tadan tan tadadan tan tadan." I sang with the theme song and did a little dance. "Tan tan dadadat tsn tadadat tadadadat tatatat tantatan!"

"Look! It's the flashlight scene!" I gasped as I clapped my hands like a little girl.

We were silently watching the show until Mr. Bean said, "I'm Mr

Bean."

Mr. Bean.

Bean.

Dean.

"Hey Charlie." I faced him, "Who's Dean?"

His eyes widened and something flashed in his eyes. "Dean...?"

"Dean- something..." I trailed off, "I really don't know."

He chuckled, but his tone says that something's off. "There's a lot of Dean in this world, Vanch."

"But you know a Dean?" I asked, taking the pillow he was holding and shoved it under my shirt in front of me.

"Yes..." He scrunched his eyes as he stared at the pillow I took.

I asked, "What?"

Smiling, he shook his head and grabbed a pillow beside me. "You're still doing that."

"Old habits die hard." I shrugged, "Plus-" I was cut off when my phone rang.

I grabbed it from my left pocket and smiled when I saw who it is.

Beth.