A/N: So this is an Eames/OC story. Not fluff, but it's all like drama of a relationship and stuff. uh, not too sure what else to say.. OH i don't own inception(wahhhhh) or thinking of you by katy perry, i'm lost without you by blink-182, or set the fire to the third bar by snow patrol and martha wainwright. please review, chapter one will be up before you know itt. thankss

Prologue:

"He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth. He pulled me in I was disgusted with myself. 'Cuz when I'm with him, I am thinking of you, thinking of you, what you would do if you were the one who was spending the night. Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes."

-Katy Perry, Thinking of You

Arabelle was tired of staring at the ceiling. She sneakily slipped out of Marc's grasp and padded barefoot into her bathroom. She grabbed her bathrobe and walked down the hall and into her living room. She stood on a chair and pulled down a photo album of her baby pictures.

She sat Indian-style on her couch and found the two misplaced pictures. She felt a bittersweet pang in her chest as she looked at the two smiling faces in the picture. She flipped the picture to the back. It was dated five months ago. Had it really been that long since she had seen him? Five months since she had truly been happy? Five months since she had been with someone she truly loved?

The man in her bed said, yes, yes, it had been.

That same man came pounding down the hall to find her. "Belle, what are you doing?" Arabelle held back a grimace. She hated that he called her that; and that's probably why he calls her that, too.

She slipped the pictures back in the middle of the album. "Just miss my parents," she quickly lied, closing the album and putting it back on the shelf.

"Good, for a second I thought that you were looking at your ex's picture again, and that wouldn't have worked," he threatened, getting that look in his eye. The look that terrified her.

"Of course not," she whispered, following him into her bedroom to avoid being beaten.

"Are you afraid of being alone? 'Cuz I am, I'm lost without you."

-blink 182, Lost Without You.

Once again Arabelle found herself thinking about him. It had been over 8 months since she had walked out. And she never stopped thinking about him.

She heard he hooked up with Dom Cobb and successfully performed inception. Well la-dee-freakin-dah!

She glanced at the two photos in her hand. One was one of them smiling with wide smiles and bright eyes. The other picture was one of them kissing for the camera, trying so hard not to laugh. She subconsciously ran her fingers over her lips, remembering how his lips felt against hers. She missed that weightless feeling she had when she was with him. Hell, she missed the safe feeling she felt when she was with him. She missed him.

She missed the man who shattered her heart. She missed him desperately.

Someone grabbed her arm and roughly turned her around. She dropped the pictures she was holding. Marc kneeled down and looked at them. He lingered on the one of them kissing.

"You little bitch," he snarled as he ripped her favorite picture to shreds.

Arabelle cowered away from him, but his hand was gripping her arm so tightly that it was leaving bruises. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the upcoming pain.

"Your words in my memory are like music to me. I'm miles away from where you are. I lay on the ground, and I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms."

-Snow Patrol, Set the Fire to the Third Bar

Once again Gregory found himself attempting to drink away her memory. Unfortunately, he could never drink enough or have enough one night stands to forget his only regret.

But he covered it well; no one knew.

He opened his wallet and looked at her picture. Blonde waves flowing from the beaches' breeze, green eyes mischievous. He downed the rest of his scotch.

"Gregory Eames!" She called.

"Arabelle Fischer!" He called back.

"Catch me if you can!" she yelled as she sprinted down the beach, short legs pumping, white sundress flowing around her. Her laugh floated around the beach.

He ran after her, catching up to her quickly. He caught her in a bear hug from behind, spinning her around in a circle. She squealed happily, making him smile. He set her down and she turned around to face him. She looked up at him, trailing her fingers around his face.

She put her lips to his quickly. "I love you," she whispered before kissing him again.

"I love you too," he whispered in her ear as he wound his arms around her waist.

I know. How could you? Did you think I wouldn't find out? I just wish I heard it from you. I hate you. Okay, I don't hate you, but why didn't you tell me? We could have... Never mind.

Goodbye Gregory,

Arabelle.

That was the note he woke up to the next morning. He had a pounding headache and he was in her hotel room. There were tear spots on the note, and all of her things were gone.

He put his head in his hands and tried not to lose it. But still, he wondered who she was with. Is she with another guy? If she is, is he treating her right? He would kill any bastard that hurt her… He sighed and attempted to push her memory out of his head. It didn't work. Blonde waves, green eyes, tan skin, skinny, small frame, brilliant mind, best multi-tasker in the entire dream world. He sighed again. Ara...where are you?