A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this.
Disclaimer: I am just a poor college student that would rather entertain all of you than do her work. So no, not Dan! Don't own shit.
Deux.
And she breathed more than actually sang, "I missed him most of all when it got late."
Really, in retrospect, he should have not been that surprised. But for god sake, this was Cat Valentine. Cats like her don't sing sexually charged songs by Amy Winehouse. They also most certainly do not sway their hips in such a way that Beck's eyes couldn't help but follow, be entranced by, want to sink his hands into and—he had to rip his eyes away from her, and fast before he recognized he had thought of being more than amiable to his high school friend. As a matter of fact, he hadn't seen Cat in almost six months. What the hell was she doing in New York?
Beck closed his eyes and started grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He had never before felt so energized. His skin felt like it was on fire, his lips were swollen from biting them in embarrassment and his pants unfortunately felt a little tighter. This was not normal. He had seen girls wear tight dresses before. In fact, he had seen girls wear nothingbefore. Beck was not one to suffer from lack of companionship. He however felt something reverberate through him, as if he was a puddle that had a stone thrown at him. His body was housing heat in his stomach and rippling it throughout his lungs, legs, and fingertips. It was absolutely invigorating. And though he'd like to blame the (hottttt) dress she wore, he couldn't. Something about her had changed. And for the better. Cat Valentine had Beck Oliver spellbound.
"Here's your coffee prettyboy."
"…wait, what?"
Cat had a good night. Her rendition of a few jazz songs that had been buzzing in her head had for a while now came out with such liquid bodily tension and precision she had surprised herself. And apparently Liam, who directly looked in her eyes and asked for her hand in marriage after the last of the night comers left and the morning people came. She said yes and let her airy laugh fill the room along with his deeper chuckle while they stacked the chairs on top of tables. The section of the café by her corner would close during the day and become home to what seemed like hundreds of cushions. That's what had her charmed by her job, they had something for everyone. People who didn't want to sit by the bar or in a table could just find home in the rich colors of the satin pillows on the floor by her microphone.
"We'll get married to each other 17 years from now in Paris during the spring. We'll hold hands and the first thing we'll do is visit the Eiffel. Then breathe in what's always been meant to be our home." Liam said while he brought out the broom to sweep. Cat laughed and shook her head.
"We can eat ice cream and mail post cards and sing and play and eat croissants and be in lalalaloveeeeeeeeeeeeeee with life!" She giggled at the thought. She couldn't help but notice how she hand long replaced Liam with Andre in that same scenario. She pictured his large calloused hand gripping her own, his thumb drawing circles in her palm. She would shiver and it wouldn't be because it was chilly. He would lean and breathe her in, as if she was the most enticing aroma in the world. Whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Lightly rotate her face and nudge her with his nose and place the lightest of kisses on her lips. She opened her eyes that she hadn't realized she shut, and shook her head. She smiled and touched her lips. Andre had kissed her in the rain today and she still felt like electricity. Together they'd be a symphony.
Cat grabbed her trench coat from the coat rack and after giving a kiss to the cheek to Liam and August, she walked home. The cold enveloped her and made her feel hollow. She silently cursed and picked up her pace. It was so cold, Cat had almost regretted wearing her red dress. Then she realized that Andre would still be able to see her in it. Cat practically started running. She had forgotten that Andre would be staying over tonight because his cousin had asked him for privacy with his girlfriend. She felt nervous. She had never had a sleepover with a boy, and she had failed to go google activities for them to do. Ugh. Cat brightened though, spending time with Andre was never hard. He laughed at everything she said and she was beginning to think that he was going to finally reciprocate the feelings she's had for him since the 5th grade.
She finally made it to her apartment building and quickly entered the key and opened the door. Inside the corridor she saw a tangle of bare limbs and god was it possible for bodies to be that close together? She heard animalistic growls and moans, her ivory contrasted so harshly with his ebony. They kissed long and hard and never once left for air. Jade raked her nails down Andre's naked back and she arched her back into his and let out a whine. After a few counts he stopped his thrusting and just held her up by the wall, her dress hiked up to her waist and his pants wrapping around his ankles.
And Cat felt her reality elapse around her as the love of her life fucked her roommatebestfriendsister. She dropped the box of red velvet cupcakes she had and let out a moan that resonated against the corridors walls. As her heart imploded inside her chest, she felt faint, and wondered if she was dying. She held on to the wall for support and watched as the faces that were once so full of pleasure were now mirrors of utter horror and regret. Cat dry heaved, never having felt such disgust. She tore her eyes away from them and her body tensed up. She looked at Andre's face one more time, the one she had kissed not ten hours earlier and felt her soul die along with her heart. Without a single tear she exited the corridor, leaving Jade with a "please don't leave."
As Cat walked on the streets of New York aimlessly at 8 o'clock in the morning, with her heels in her hand and her bare feet on concrete, she realized the cold wasn't that bad at all.
Beck walked into his editor's office with his hair sticking all different ways and dark circles under his eyes. He looked like shit. He had eventually gotten to his room and finished his article in less than an hour producing something less than decent. He waited for the shedevil to rip him apart, and wondered about his life decisions. He felt buzzed, and it was not because he had purchased about 4 coffees at Café au Lait. Cat had been in the front of his thoughts since he heard her sing. He could not emancipate himself from his thoughts and it was unsettling him. He handed his editor the crap he was trying to pull with a cringe. Beck deeply wondered why Cat was in New York, why he was trying to pull every memory he had with her from high school, and why he was now thinking why he hadn't thought much of the kiss they shared for that one short film. He also wondered if Jade knew Cat was here. Oh god, Jade would kill him if she found out that he was, whatever the hell he was going through with Cat. Now that he thought about it, Jade hadn't contacted him in an entire day. That's been the longest he's gone without her since sophomore year at Hollywood Arts. He felt it was too coincidental. Though Jade and he were nothing but friends with benefits now, he still had a deep affection for her and had a wrenching feeling something was wrong. He would call her as soon as he finished class that day, maybe after he got a burrito at Chipotle too, god he was hung—
"what the hell is this shit?"
Oh holy fuck.
A/N: Like I mentioned before, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Though there was a little bit of a risque scene, that was just for dramatic purposes. So no more of that to come, which is why I'm staying true to my T rating. Besides that, I'd just love to hear what you guys think! If you guys leave quotes for me, I'll include them in my next chapter. See what I'm doing here, I'm whoring around for reviews. Pwetty pweaseee? :)? thank you for my first reviewers escaperealityforawhile, ssongmelody and julie. You guys are beautiful, and this ones for you. Don't let me wallow in misery, gimme some sugga babes.