Link to song ---> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NaT7DaqPbxs
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.
Standing off to the side of the dining room like you always did. You stood there alone with your hands held in front of you as you solemnly watched the Young Master and Lady Elizabeth sitting at the long dining table eating and drinking tea together. You painfully watched the two enjoying their time together. It made you so frustrated with yourself getting so worked up over this like you always did. Whenever Lady Elizabeth came to the Phantomhive household you always fully out-right dreaded it. Because her presence would always remind you of the very thing you could never have and that was Ciel Phantomhive, the Young Master himself.
You carried your light suitcase, and walked up to the front door of the huge mansion in front of you. Once again, you checked the address, and once sure it was the right place, you knocked on the door. Within a matter of seconds, the door was opened.
“Ah, you must be Miss ____. You must be the new maid, correct?” a devilishly handsome young man (who you assumed was the butler) said with a fake smile. It took a couple seconds for you to get out of your shock on how he got there so fast, but you gave him a smile that was sincere, and nodded.
He stepped out of the way of the door, and motioned for you to come inside. For a couple of seconds, you stood still, in awe of all the decor and the size, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“The young master would like to speak to you, an interview you might say.” the butler said. You followed
Staring at the broken teacup at your feet, your gaze slowly moves upward, shooting a rather menacing glare at the troublemaker himself, none other than the trembling Earl Charles Grey.
"I... I just wanted to play a joke on--"
Stabbing into the Earl's very core with your stare, you grab him by the collar.
"I know you're an earl, I know you're one of the queen's butlers, but I'm her assistant, so if you want to get flirty with me, do it sometime away from work and pray that I don't stab you."
"Y-You can't threaten me! I'll get you fired--"
"Does it look like I fucking care?" You smile gleefully at the stuttering earl.
"I'm still not going on a date with you, Earl Grey. End of discussion," you add quickly.
With a whimper, the interrupted, heartbroken young man walks out of the room, drowning in self-pity and rejection.
You continue to clean the bedroom in peace, until- again- you're interrupted.
At least, this