I had finally worked up enough nerve to get up off the couch and take a shower. I felt like somebody had taken a sledge hammer to my head and then again, and then again, and then again. And not to talk about that night...but, each every bit detail came back to me, leaving questions left and right...but the most troubling ones were: Why was I looking for Caitlyn even though I had went to the bar to get away from her, why did I keep hitting that guy after I had disabled him. Why did I enjoy it? Why did I...I...I...I was like her. No, I'm nothing like her. I actually feel guilty for beating that guy into the hospital...I feel bad for enjoying it...I feel bad that Caitlyn had to pay for it, most of all. But do I care? Really? No, I only care about the last one. That guy deserved it.

I slipped out of my clothes and opened the shower door. I turned the knob all the way up. I still felt like I was covered in the blood splatter. At first cold water poured down on my shoulders and my back and all the other stuff. It gradually got hotter and hotter, and hotter until it was scolding hot and steam was pouring out of the shower. I didn't care about the pain, or the burning, I was just scrubbing and scrubbing and scrubbing, scrubbing away the blood, the sweat, and the memory. The memory of that night, the memory of those nights before. I slumped down in the shower as salty tears mixed with shower water and ran down my face. I buried my head into my hands, silent tears still streaming down my face. I didn't make a sound, my nose didn't run, I didn't scream or sob. No my eyes were just watering...that's all. I don't have the privelage to cry. I don't want to cry. I have to remain strong, or as Caitlyn would say, resolute. I can't look weak. I reached my hand up to turn off the water. I heaved my self up off the ground and wrapped myself in a towel. I looked at my clothes...they still had blood on them, and vomit, and sweat. I'm not gonna wear those again. I didn't even dare kick them to the side. I'm Caitlyn will have something to wear. Better not be a dress though. Better not be a dress. She might be a freaking walking bombshell that knows how to use her body to her advantage...but uh I don't, so no thanks.

"Hey Cupcake!"

"Cupcake!"

No reply. I walked around her small, yet exspensive, flat until I found a giant wooden door, that had a plaque on it with 'Office' engraved into the metal. The door it's self was ellegantly carved and cut. It had some wood-protectant sprayed on it or something. I slowly opened the knob making sure the towel still covered my more private features the went in.

My jaw dropped at what I saw. It was . . Standing near my Cupcake. Talking with her. Flirting with her. Showing that 'sauve' smile. That grin that made me want to knock his freaking teeth out of his freaking skull. And the worse thing was, the thing that made me want to shove his hammer down his throat and rip it out through his stomach, she was laughing. She was happy. She was smiling. And not the kind of awkward giggle I'm able to get from her. No. It was a charmed smile, and a real un-awkward laugh.

I walked up to Jayce and punched him in the face.

Okay no I didn't. But I imagined doing it.

I cleared my throat to interupt their conversation.

Jayce turned around and stared at me, and then at Caitlyn, and then at me, and then at her, and then at me, and so on, and then offered a 'please explain' look to her.

"Uh...I'll just be going then."

"No Jayce, wait, it's not like that."

I just laughed at the weirded out face of Jayce. Cait glared at me, Jayce slowly tried to back out of the room, accidently backing into me.

"Sorry hammerhead, she's spoken for," I mocked with a devilish smile on my face.

"That is not true, Vi is just being her rude, ignorant self."

Wow that hurt. I forgot that she was probably still angry at me, and now that she had renewed energy...ermmm...I better leave, but I was stil clothingless...unless I wanted to walk home with just a towel.

"Uh..yeah it's not like that Jayce, I was just taking a shower, hence the wet hair...anyway I need some clothes, the ones I changed outta had vomit and blood on them."

"Jayce, I must excuse myself from our conversation."

"Vi, come with me."

"Kk Cupcake."

We walked out of the room, leaving Jayce to do whatever a Jayce does. Then the butt-chewing started.

"Vi, what was that?"

"What was what?"

"That whole 'She's spoken for thing'."

"Oh that? Just me being my rude, ignorant self."

"Vi."

"I dunno, I was just messing with him."

She rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, dragging me to her room. My heart started pounding. This is where The Great Caitlyn sleeps, and dresses, and..and...does other stuff too probably..like reading and stuff. Probably stuff with Jayce, for all I know.

Caitlyn went to her suprisingly large closet and motioned for me to follow her in, I watched as she shifted through dresses, and dresses, and oh look...more dresses.

"Ah-hah! This will do nicely."

She handed me a black dress. It was simple. It was kinda tight-looking though. Oh god...out of all the dresses...it had to be...this...this...monstrosity of simple figure-huggingness.

Well played Cait, well played indeed.

Caitlyn offered me the dress, I looked it up and down, then thought how Caitlyn would look in it. Nope. I couldn't wear this. She raised an eyebrow as I looked at it.

"Oh, whats wrong Vi? Are you scared you can't pull it off?" She asked, a taunting, daring smile on her face.

"I uh...uh...Caitlyn..do you have something else, please?"

"I'm afraid thats all I have left Vi." She winked and walked out of the closet, allowing me to change.

I came out of the closet wearing a tight black dress on my body, and a grimace on my face.

Caitlyn just stared at me..her eyes filled with shock.

"Cait...I know I look bad in my dress...but you don't have to look at me like that..."

"Vi, look in the mirror."

I turned around, and to my dismay, there was a mirror where I could further worsen my shame.

My jaw dropped. It was way too tight in all the wrong (although some might consider them right) places. It showed my cleavage, and my curves, and I wanted to burn it.

"Okay...the towel was less revealing than this...I want it back."

I walked over to the door to open it and retrieve my towel, but Caitlyn hopped up and ran infront of it.

"Vi, you look marvelous, why do you want to change?"

"Cuz I look like a slut. I mean seriously who wears this sutff...oh-I uh..I mean it looks good on you, but most people, including me, just look slutty, I mean...argh...you're a freaking bombshell, and I-I'm not...so I look like a prostitute."

Caitlyn was silent for a second, and then she walked closer to me. She took my hands in her own. They were soft, yet callused slightly where her rifle had rested in her hands each and everyday since she was a teenager. She then looked up at me, her eyes met mine, I wanted to look away, but I'm such a sucker for eye contact.

"Vi, you are, and always have been, beautiful."

I looked at her with my classic cave(wo)man Vi look.

"I-I-"

No, no more weakling stutters of indecision. I'm Vi, and Vi stands for vindictive.

pretend vindictive means straight-forward

"I think you're beautiful too, Caitlyn."

We stood there staring into each others eyes for a few minutes, and the funny thing was, despite my ever-quickining heart beat, It was calming, not awkward.

I closed the gap between me and Caitlyn. My lips met hers. They were soft and fluffy, like clouds. A soft murmer of, 'Vi', escaped her lips, breaking the silence. I ran my hands through her hair. She responded by tugging and toying with the long side of my hair, and tracing shapes on the shorter side. Oh God...this was so wrong. I walked forward, which put her back up against the wall. Our bodies were pressing together. I kissed her more deeply, and I could feel her chest move up and down faster...or was that my chest?

She shoved me away, breaking the kiss, I looked at her for a moment, then leaned into continue, and she shoved me away again.

"V-Vi we..we can't do this..."

"...I know Cait. But..don't we deserve to? Don't we both deserve to love someone?"

"No Vi, not like this."

She shoved passed me and ran out of the room.

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SO THIS IS LIKKKKKKKKKKKKE REALLY AWKWARD I KNOW, and things might move too fast..but um...yeah...no one is forcing you to read this against your will..so if ya don't like it don't torture yourself by reading it...But yeah review if you like it, reviews are as addictive as I imagine crystal meth to be. Crytsal meth is a drug, right? And by the way the guy who said Shit, this story is actually interesting. Even though it doesn't cotain sexual acts...well this is a shoutout to you, and I made the ending of this chapter with you in mind, becuz your review made me laugh so freaking much...And yeah i made alot of chapters in the last two days...deal with it, I like to be productive, especially since it's the weekend and I have no homework, and my mom and sister are spending most of their time catering to my great aunt who is a super bitch and in the hospital with aphib...who also has a tad of dementia becuz she thought seal team 6 was waiting for her in her bathroom.