It felt like forever since you had started staying at a safe house with Tangerine and his twin brother Lemon. Your father was a powerful man, meaning naturally. Your family had a lot of enemies.

Tangerine and Lemon's job was to safely retrieve you from your kidnappers and then stay with your for as long as your father required in a safe house located in the English countryside, isolated from most civilisation. It wasn't the type of job Tangerine and Lemon would go for, but it paid very, very well and was easy enough, after all, all they had to do was live with you for a few months after retrieving you, how difficult could it be?

And so they did what your father asked. They successfully got you back from your kidnappers (although it was a pretty gruesome show) and began to live with you in the safe house.

In the month and a bit that you had been living with the two assassins, you had quickly made good friends with Lemon. He was a bit "weird," particularly with his Thomas the Tank Engine obsession, but it made him interesting and far more endearing compared to Tangerine. Tangerine to you took things aay too seriously, even though the job was to just live with you for however long he acted like he was performing the job of the century, as per usual his mood could change at the slightest flip of the switch and he practically didn't allow any fun.

Despite Tangerine's stern and cold attitude you did try your best to bond with him, you'd always try and involve him in yours and Lemons' conversations but he'd just flat out ignore or give some type of dry, grumpy response which of course earned him the name "grumpy old git." Courtesy of Lemon. But even then, you still liked him. How could you not, something about him made it impossible for you to hate him and in a way you liked how grumpy he was, you had got used to it and it made him charming in his own way not to mention he was beautiful, he was like a God on earth with his ice blue eyes, his brown hair and of course his moustache.

And he liked you too...more than he had ever liked anyone, he'll he loved you but he couldn't admit that, not even to himself, after all feelings would just complicated things and not to mention the fact he had little to no experience in the dating department. He hated how much he loved you, and it only made him more cold and distant with you because he didn't want to love you. He wanted to hate you, but he couldn't.

One night, you and Lemon had stayed up late. It was around 2 am when both you and Lemon heard Tangerine thundering down the stairs, his hair a mess, his eyes bloodshot red, his moustache uncontrollably twitching and probably the most angry expression you'd ever seen plastered across his face. The Brit started cussing up a storm about how "loud" you and Lemon were and nonsense about,not being able to get any peace, you knew Tang could get angry but you'd never seen him this angry.

After his rant, Tangerine stormed back upstairs, and you and Lemon decided to just call it a night there, not wanting to aggravate a clearly already pissed off Tang anymore.

You hadn't expected an apology, Tangerine never apologised whenever he got pissed so it was a surprise to you when about half an hour later whilst you were lying in bed you saw Tangerine leaning on your doorframe.

"Oi."

he said in an almost angry tone before he took a deep breath.

"Listen, 'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to get all pissy with you and Lemon."

Truth be told for once in his life he felt guilty about his anger issues.