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Damon

"I changed my mind."

I was watching a show about people dating naked when I heard her. I turned my head on the direction of her bedroom and saw her peeking through her door.

"You've been in your room since lunch, bonbon. I've watched three reality shows in a row and now I'm watching a guy meet a girl naked without even getting to first base."

I saw her hesitate and whispered a soft okay before closing her door again.

What is it with women and taking too long to get dressed? I knew this was going to happen so I left the shirt I was going to wear in my bedroom.

Back to women taking too long. They just have to put those black liquid cuticles on their lashes, what were they called again? Right mascaras. And lipstick and uh, blush. The last girl I've been with had a bathroom crammed with all these...bottles. I was convinced she was a witch.

Her door opened but closed the minute I turned my head. This time, I knew she wasn't wearing one of her huge university shirts. I had a brief glimpse of her shoulder. Maybe she's going strapless. Even from where I sat, I saw some of the freckles scattered on her exposed skin. And I've seen a little mole just below her collarbone whenever she vacuums the living room.

What. She wears huge shirts.

I haven't really seen her wear something...feminine. Don't get me wrong, she wears those...floral blouses. Yesterday she wore a blouse full of these little yellow flowers and I almost covered my eyes. Her blouse can attract sunlight.

I have to admit that I found her somewhat...ordinary. Doesn't even bother to wear skirts. Always slacks. But then again I've only been here a month and I still have a lot to learn about her. She does have this habit of looking down at her hands when she felt uncomfortable. And she places her coffee just under her nose; she told me she likes smelling her coffee.

I like calling her bonbon. I know she's a sweet person. It's in the way she looks at Ellie. But I can't say the same when it comes to me. Most of the time, she would look at me but say nothing. Like she knew I was teasing her but just went along or rather ignored it. She isn't good at accepting affection too, even when Ellie comes over to chat. It almost feels like she automatically rejects people who get too close. Except that woman from her work. Daisy? Lily? I'm sure it was a flower. Catherine Wright tried to be ordinary. The kind that gets blurred out whenever the main characters re-unite on movies. She described herself that way.

Doesn't wear contacts and hides her eyes with her reading glasses. Not the one with the colored rims, she uses the ones that had strings on it. The stereotypical librarian look. But she reads books for a living and I'm sure she wants to give off the 'back-off' impression except when she's with her clients. She tried it on me once. Never worked. Besides, even if she did have a point, I was too distracted imagining a sexy librarian with her legs showing anyway.

Smiling to myself, I turned my attention back to what I was watching just when the guy was giving the poor woman a hug.

Lucky bastard.

I lied to Catherine when I told her there were no rules. I wasn't allowed to smoke but I had an electronic cigar... Which is also gone; now since she told me to stop. I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol. Or even curse. Or have another woman to fu-

The guys at the garage pestered me when they found out I was doing a different job for an indefinite period of time.

She fascinates me. In fact; I did question him when he gave me her information. Here was a woman who had enough confidence to make writers believe that they can make it but never had enough confidence to convince herself that she's worth it. With that attitude, I just don't know when her 'the one' would actually see her and know that she's...special. In her own way.

I groaned when I saw the couple walking towards a yacht. Why would you put two naked strangers on a reality dating show? Or maybe I was just frustrated. I've only seen her without pants once.

ONCE.

And she had insects printed on her underwear then. Maybe it was just my groin punishing me for not calling one of the succu- the girls before entering Catherine's life and subjecting myself to what seemed like eternal damnation. That's it. I need to get this out of my system. I got up and was on my way to my room when her door opened.

I wanted to pull my hair out. Looking up

Why must you punish me this way?

Now here stood a woman I barely recognize. This isn't Catherine. Catherine does not wear dresses that show her curves. Catherine doesn't curl her hair this way. Catherine doesn't wear lipstick.

I wasn't even aware that I've been staring at her longer than necessary until she looked down at her hands.

Now this is my bonbon.

I cleared my throat before speaking. Making sure that I chose my words carefully.

"Nice dress."

She looked at me and smiled. I knew I screwed things up the moment she said 'Gee thanks.'

***
Catherine

It was a silent and awkward ride. I convinced him that we use Bradley instead of his bike because my dress was too short. Well too short for my liking. I smirked remembering his comment. Nice dress. I spent an hour trying to look pretty and he compliments my dress.

I would've laughed seeing his attempt to ride my cooper without looking like an adult fitting in a daycare's chair but kept it to myself knowing that he'd probably get mad.

He gave me directions on where we could go clubbing and soon enough, I was parking near a building that seemed to shake from the bass playing inside.

Deep breaths Catherine. Deep breaths.

I waited for him to stand beside me before walking. It wouldn't hurt to not argue with him every once in a while.

I did stop when I saw that there was a line but Damon took my hand and talked to the huge man standing before the door. I was kind of waiting for him to say 'What's the password.' but after a few whispered words with Damon, he let us in.

I felt myself tighten my hold on Damon's hand. My body turned rigid and I felt cold. I should've just stayed at home and read to my heart's content.

The place wasn't that crowded but there were at least fifty people. Fifty people who may look at me. People who might talk to me and find out that it wasn't such a good idea.

Breathe Catherine.

"I... I need to sit down." I turned to Damon, silently pleading that we sit down. This is when my wall crumbles and I was back to being that one kid who can't seem to find her place among the crowd.

I felt him assist me towards a chair. I looked up to see this worried look on his face. Mine probably looked the same.

"I'm fine...just trying to... I'm not used..." I looked down on my hands and smiled nervously. I was supposed to have fun. Not fidget and whine. I took a deep breath and looked at him with what seems like a smile on my face.

"Let's find my one true love." not.

I saw him smile. I knew he wasn't convinced. So I turned towards the waiter and asked for the same drink the guy behind me was having.

***
Damon

"I have to go to the bathroom." I felt her breath fan my face as she shouted near my ear. The music was louder now. And she was drunk. I can't seem to stop her. I thought she could handle herself but I when I saw her smiling back at the guys who attempted to talk to her, I had to stop her from ordering any more of her 'blue soda'.

I nodded and stood up but she placed a hand on my chest to make me sit back down. She had a lazy smile on her face and she looked like, how I should I put this...

Damn, you're a sexy btch, a sexy btch.

Well the music said it for me. But without the b word of course. She mouthed the words 'stay here' and started to walk towards the rest rooms. I shouted over the loud music and asked her if she would be okay, but she just raised her thumb up and continued walking. I had to look away. Her hips...

"Well whattaya know. He's alive." I turned around to see a man standing before me.

"Val." I grimaced. I almost forgot that lover boy owned the dam- the club.

"I knew it was you. I'm assuming you're with someone. Where is she?" He started looking around.

"And why are you assuming I'm with a 'she'? I could be with the guys." Even I started looking around. Catherine would be back soon and I don't think it's safe for her to meet Val yet.
At the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.

"I just know. I'm pretty sure she's the-" he stopped when I suddenly stood up and made my way towards a couple of men smiling at a woman in a dress that had a familiar shade of blue.

"Let's go." I grabbed her elbow and dragged her towards the door.

"Wait wait. My drink! It'll spill. It's the same color as my nice dress, right Damon?" She smiled at me and I groaned. Why can't women forget the stupid comments that men make. We usually don't intend it to look that way.

I managed to get her inside her small excuse of a car and jogged towards the driver's seat. It would be a tight squeeze but seeing how close Catherine was to being... I knew who the guys were, and none of them even deserved to be a candidate for Catherine. Not if I have a say about it.

She was singing now. I can't help but smile when I realized that they were the songs I sing almost every morning. But that smile soon vanished when old Bradley huffed.

He huffed and he puffed until he killed his engine down.

Wrapping my hands around the steering wheel tighter, I hit my head on it, causing it to honk.

Actually honk.

I turned to see Catherine leaning on the window, her lips slightly parted as she snored softly.

That was when a light caught my eye. Someone must have heard the honk.

I looked outside and couldn't help but grimace.

Of course.

It just had to be this place. The sign was bold and bright.

The Garage.

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