Sunday:

The workplace for my lifeguard job was actually at a public swimming pool. Gil wasn't here because I had to take his shift on Sunday since I was hired to get this job. It was no problem at all. I just have to watch the pool and keep an eye on the patrons.

Wearing my black board shorts (with white secondary colors as side stripes), I just had to sit by the high chair and oversee everything. So far, everything looked fine. I remembered how my hair was tied into a bun. The others would think that I looked ridiculous with my hair like that. I didn't mind, since I blame the length of my hair to look like that.

I was really bored. There was nothing to do but watch. And when I see someone shouting that they're drowning, I know they're just there to grab my attention, which really annoys the crap out of me.

"Hey, Matt!"

I see Howleen in a bikini.

"'Sup, Howleen. What brings you here?" I replied.

"Just here to enjoy the pool with Twlya." she answered.

"Twlya?" I repeat.

"Oh yeah! You should meet her!" she exclaimed before turning around. "Hey, Twyla! Come over here! There's someone you should meet!"

Coming out from the shadows of the parasol was a girl with light purple-blue skin with silver hands and lower arms. Silver-colored patterns, invoking dust, seemed to swirl up from her ankles to the middle of her lower legs. Her hair was pastel green with blue and purple stripes that reach to her hips, and her eyes were purple-pink.

"I'm Matt. Nice to meet you, Twyla." I greet.

She looked at my hand before shaking it. "It's nice to meet you, Matt. Howleen's told me you were great on the dance floor."

I turned to Howleen with an eyebrow raised. "You told her about my dancing?"

She shrugged. "Hey, anyone that can emulate Monster Jackson is pretty cool."

Monster Jackson? Are you kidding me? Probably a localization that I might need to check up at a nearby record store.

I turned to Twyla. "You seriously can't believe that, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it."

I shrugged. "Fair enough. So, what brings you to the public pool on a day before school?"

"We decided to chill out before we get stressed with the usual school week." Twyla answered.

"It's gonna be a long week." Howleen groaned.

"Sure is." I added.

"HELP! I'M DROWNING!" someone shouted.

"Walk it off!" I yelled back.

"Er...shouldn't you help 'em?" Twyla asked with a look of uncertainty.

"Twyla, if someone was drowning, they wouldn't be able to say it." I explained to her, who raised her eyebrow.

Howleen nodded in agreement. "He's got a point."

She sighed. "If you say so."

"I should leave you girls to enjoy your swimming." I told them.

They shrugged and decided to get to the pool. I gotta be honest, they both look pretty cute in bikinis. Seriously, the job must be easy. I came to work here because of money, but the attractive girls were a bonus. Don't judge me, I'm a teenager. We've got hormones.

After a few hours, my shift was over and I had to get off from my duty. I only got a couple of dollars. About 15 or so, but I thought that it was enough. I decided to take a dip in the pool. With nothing else to do, I decided to join Howleen and Twyla. They greeted me with a splash. Nice. It was an all-out splash war as we enjoyed ourselves in the water. I don't think I've had this much fun like this since Clawd's LARP party.

After I said goodbye to them, I decided to take a stroll in the park so that I could take a fresher. With an hour of walking around, I decided to take a break and sit on a bench. I saw a bench with someone else sitting there.

She was a black werecat with long, pink hair and pink eyes. She wore a white broken-mirror style dress with pink tulle that cascaded down and around it. The tulle was decorated with white sequins and the bodice of the dress had the number 13 in pink glitter, among the broken mirror shards.

She looked absolutely stunning.

I decided to approach her to ask if I could sit there. "Excuse me?" I said in a soft tone, trying not to sound really strange.

She looked at me and had a startled expression. "Y-yes?"

"Is anyone sitting here?" I asked her.

She looked at the empty seat beside her. "No. Not at all."

"Then can I please sit here?" I asked again.

She seemed to think about it. "Sure."

I nod in gratitude and sat next to her. The silence was pretty thick as I looked down at my feet.

"I've seen you around before." I heard her say as I looked at her.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Yeah. You're the normie that was in Spectra's news article two weeks ago."

I grumbled. Of course it's the normie bachelor. "Sure. That's me."

"Well, you don't sound excited to be noticed."

"I like to be quiet and stay in the crowd so that I can enjoy my life." I replied.

She sighed. "Yeah, I hear you. I try to blend in the crowd, but it's quite hard when you're famous."

I gave her a look. "You're famous? In what industry?"

"Oh, the music industry. I'm a pop star." She tilted her head. "You really don't know me, do you?"

"Well, should I?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I'm glad. I'm Catty. It's great to meet someone who sees me as another regular ghoul." she offered a handshake.

"I'm Matt." I shook her hand.

We began to chat about stuff. I was surprised that she knew Invisi Billy and Twyla since she was in the school's Disappearing Club. That's pretty unique. I wondered why other schools didn't have that.

Oh.

Still, it's quite an odd trio.

"They're actually nice monsters. Sure, Billy can be quite a prankster. But he's actually got a kind heart." she said.

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered as I rolled my eyes.

We saw a black cat walking by.

"Aww, it looks so adorable!" she gently grabbed the cat and snuggled it.

"So...13?" I questioned.

"You mean my lucky number?"

"There are actually people that say that 13 is an unlucky number."

"Really?" she looked surprised. "It actually gave me good luck."

Apparently, the unlucky stuff that everyone had to endure is actually good luck for Catty's family. Ironic, isn't it? We talked about superstition and interesting enough, she has this concert ritual. 7 chicken nuggets, 5 apple slices and 1 strawberry shake. Eating that in every two hours. She also wears a piece of glass from a mirror when she performs. I wonder how safe was it since they were sharp. She would also enter and exit the stage through under the ladder.

"You probably think it sounds strange." she said, looking away.

"Well, aren't we all?" I replied. "I mean, you're a werecat that has superstitious beliefs. I wear an iron mask everyday, which is quite strange in human standards. So, I think it's strange. But in a good kind of way."

She turned back and gave a smile.

"I always wondered what you sound like when you sing." I wondered.

"Do you wanna hear me sing?" she asked.

"If that's no trouble at all." I replied.

"Oh, it isn't." she assured before she let the cat down and began to sing.

It was a really soft ballad. She had this nice voice which felt like I was at ease. All my worries would be gone and all I could hear was sweet serenity. After she finished, she looked at me expectantly.

"So how was it?" she asked.

"I think it's safe to say that you have a really beautiful voice." I answered.

She gave a modest smile as her dark face began to brighten in tinted pink.

"Thanks. It's great to hear that from you. Without the support from my family, friends and fans, I wouldn't have made it far in the music industry."

I smiled behind my mask. However, I saw the sky beginning to darken.

"Well, I have to go now." I told her.

She looked at the time on her phone. "Yeah, it's getting pretty late. My driver should be here."

"Want me to walk you to the park entrance?" I offered.

She smiled. "I'd like that."

We walked along the path while chatting. The chat continued as we waited for her driver. Her ride had finally arrived and it was a long white limousine.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow." Catty said as she gave me a hug.

I hugged her back. "Right back at you."

We broke the hug as she went into the limo. "Bye." she said as she waved, the limo driving off.

I waved back and went back home in my minivan. I met a celebrity, yet she was still a normal girl. It was nice talking to the most humble of stars.

A/N: And the third week is over! Who do you want him to interact with next? As always, same or different.