I slumped down with my back against the left wall of my room, trying to process what just happened. What was that? Why did I kiss her, of all people? Why kiss my partner and boss? She would never approve, she would say it's not proffesional, and I guess I knew that when I did it, but I just couldn't stop myself. It might have been those beautiful, dark brown eyes, they must be cursed, cursed I tell you, cursed! Cursed to make everybody who looks into them fall in love with her. Or maybe, just maybe... I'm still drunk. Maybe, just slightly still intoxicated. But if I was, would my head really hurt this much? And if I'm still drunk, well that sucks, I get the stupidity without the pain-killing, what kind of bullshit is that?
Yeah, I know I seriously fucked up, but the thing that really scares me (and very few things scare me) is that I-I...I enjoyed it. And all I really want is to do it again. That and some pain medicine, for emotional or physical pain, I'll take both due to the shitty weak I've been having.
I think this is both the highlight and worst part of my week. So I kissed the girl, but then she rejected me. It's so bittersweet. I mean really, I would be okay with her rejecting me this time if I knew I would be able to just well, you-know with her again, but I won't be able to and that's the problem. And that's what makes it bitter. Kinda like getting sloshed. It's fun before the hangover. That's what this is, it's the end of a buzz. Well you only know you've been high when you're feeling low (fuck yeah I just Passenger'd you.)
And what the hell am I going to do now? Just waltz into work tommorow, calling her Cupcake and acting like nothing happened. That's probably what she expects from me. Well no way Cupcake. I am not giving up on you just yet. So, I guess if I am gonna have any luck with getting her, I will need to make her like me back, right? But the real question is, how am I gonna do it? Well what do girls like? Well I like alchohal and my giant ass machinery, and beating the crap out of people. And yelling, I love to yell. And I'm pretty damn sure I'm a girl. Maybe I should take her to a wrestling match.
I can see it now. We are sitting in the front row, she's wearing that purple little dress that's fits right in all the wrong places. And I pretend to be watching the wrestling, but I'm actually 'inspecting' her wrong places, while she is watching the wrestling. The only flaw in this plan is Caitlyn watching wrestling. Next idea.
I gotta think like Caitlyn, I gotta get inside that pretty little elegant head of hers. I know she likes tea, I know she likes crumpets. I know she likes sniper rifles. I know she likes sappy shit. I know she likes fancy stuff. So I think what I need here is a big, sappy, fancy romantic gesture that has to do with tea time and rifles. I think I can make this work.
Step one: Pick her up on my motorcycle, chicks dig motorcycles...erm...I think. Note to self buy a helmet and bring it for her.
Step two: Take her to brunch at a fancy restaurant.
Step three: Find a gun store, buy something rifle-ish-y for her.
Step four: Then take her to the park or something on a walk, maybe end up making out, possibly...maybe I should get her drunk first, this would all be alot easier if I did.
I think it's a good plan. A bit simple, I know, but she'll enjoy it. And I know it's kinda a lot for someone who has a 5% chance of ever loving me back, but the more I remember her laughing, I remember her kindness to me, and that moment when we kissed, I just know she's worth it. And besides, the hardest part will be over once I get her to accept.
Well fuck, that's gonna be really hard. It's times like these when I consider kidnapping her just to make her do stuff other than work. Well...here goes nothing...
I picked up the phone and the dialed her number. The dial tone range for a good 4 seconds before a posh, elegant female voice answered, "Hello?" This it Vi this is the moment that will make all the difference, "...um...hello."
Very suave Vi, very suave, I'm sure I just totally made her have a lady boner with that awesome introduction..."Vi, is that you?" She responded, knowing it was me, but merely asking to be polite.
"Maybe." What is wrong with me? Am I really trying to play hard to get with someone who doesn't even like me?
"..." I could practically feel her glaring at me through the phone.
"Did you call to bother me, Vi, or do you have something actually important to say?" She asked with a dangerously harsh tone to her voice, it was kinda...sexy sounding. Stay focused. "Uhhh...Well..." What if she rejects me again? I can't do this! I panicked. I hung up the phone without a bye, allowing myself to sit in silence for a while.
Ughh, this is fucking hard. I know I said I can deal with rejection, but...not from her. And I don't know why. All of a sudden my feelings for her are hitting me like a freight train. I mean sure I always found her attractive, but I never knew that the feelings ran this deep. It's times like these, I wish all of this was a delusion, a hallucination, a dream that will all be over soon, and I'll wake up to something away from all this. But no, I can't outrun my newly-I think they're newly- developed feelings for the sheriff. I can't ignore them. I have to deal with them.
I picked up the phone again and dialed her number for the second time in the last 5 minutes. The dial tone rung for a short period of time until Caitlyn picked up, "What do you want now, Vi? Haven't you already wasted enough of my time with this tom-foolery?" Her cruelness only makes me love her more. I'm kinda fucked up aren't I? You know what? No more thinking, just doing.
"Love you too Cupcake, anyway, I called to see if you have plans tommorow morning, say around 1:00-ish?" Good, good.
"Why?" She responded in a skeptically curious tone. It was hot too. I think every tone she uses is actually pretty arousing. "Just answer the question my petit laitue." Fiora called me laitue once. I don't know what it means. Hopefully something endearing. Meh.
She paused for a minute, and I think I heard a stifled giggle, "Did you just call me your little lettuce?"
Damn you Fiora, why couldn't you have called me something flattering? "Uh...yes?" I responded, mortified for calling her lettuce instead of something actually complimenting.
"Um, thankyou? But, to answer your question Vi, no I do not have any plans for the occasion. Is there a specific reason you are asking?" She replied, no longer harsh, thank you Fiora, I think the wombo combo of my stupidity and failed attempts at Fioras compliments, have lightened the mood.
Okay, half of the battle has been fought.
"So, I was just wondering if we could go out for brunch..." I crossed my fingers and cringed waiting for the response.
"Vi, I do not think it would be very...proffesional of us to go on a date," she explained in an all-too-serious tone.
Think fast Vi, think fast, "But it's not a date! I just think you need to get out more, is all. I mean really, your always cramped up in that stuffy office doing stupid paper work. If you don't do it for me, do it for yourself," or just lie, that works too. She stopped for a moment to what I suppose was to ponder in thought, "Very well Vi, pick me up at 12:45 PM sharp tommorow...This better not be a date."
"Oh you won't regret it Cupcake." I promise you, you won't regret it whatsoever.
A/N
So, I know I have made a lot of chapter 8's, but I think this is the one, I await your feedback
