NOTE: Ok, when I started writing this, I hadn't seen the episode where Caitlin doesn't want to be adopted and she doesn't want to call Jim & Dori mom & dad, ok? So just ignore any mistakes like that.
Chapter 3-
"Hey Eric, can I talk to you for a minute?" Griffin asked as Eric came down the stairs from Caitlins room, with one of her suitcases in his hand.
"Sure," he said, walking outside and placing the suitcase in his truck. "What's up?"
"Um, I, well, I guess the only way to say this is to come out and say it. What's going on with you and Caitlin?"
Eric turned around and looked at Griffin in suprise. "What?"
"Come on, I mean, you and I both know you had no intention what so ever to get a roomate, well, until Caitlin needed a place to live. So what's up with that?" Griffin crossed his arms in front of him.
"Look, I just figured I'd be a nice guy. It's my good deed of the year, ok?" Eric responded, walking away. It wasn't the whole turth, but he wasn't about to tell Griffin that the reason he had asked Caitlin to move in with him was that he liked her. No way, no how, was he going to tell Griffin that.
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Later that night Caitlin and Eric were sitting on the couch, making lists for supplies they would need to redecorate the house.
"The upstairs hall would definatly look better if it was berry blue, Eric!" Caitlin argued, looking at the slips of paint colors from the hardware store.
"No, it wouldn't Caitlin! The hallway is more of a true blue!" Eric said, lifting his finger and pointing to the color he meant.
"Eric, that's not true blue! It's berry blue! This one is true blue!" Caitlin said, pointing out the names of the paint colors on the back.
Eric ducked his head. "Oops." He smiled.
"Do you mean to tell me that we just spent the past half hour arguing over paint colors, only to want the upstairs hall painted the same color?" Caitlin asked, rolling her eyes.
"Well, at least we both have good taste." Eric shrugged, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Ya want something to drink?"
"Yeah. Iced tea." Caitlin said, opening the book of wallpaper designs.
Caitlin's gaze followed Eric as he walked into the kitchen. She still found it hard to believe that this was ERIC, the same guy who she rarely ever got along with as a teenager. She watched as his muscular arm opened the refridgerator and got the iced tea out. He got two glasses out of the cabinet, and poured the tea into the glasses. She quickly looked down at the wallpaper samples again as he walked into the living room.
"Here you go." He said, placing the glasses on the coffee table.
"So, uh, you never finished telling me about you and Mark." Eric said, looking Caitlin.
Caitlin rolled her eyes and sat back on the sofa. "Well, let's see, ok, I told you we started dating, right? Well, we dated for a while, and then it started getting serious. After about a year he asked me to marry him, and I said yes." Caitlin looked down at her left hand. "He made everything so perfect. He took me to Bermuda for the weekend, and we were on the beach, and it was night, and he just took out this beautiful ring, and asked me to marry him. And I said yes." Caitlin shook her head, smiling at memory.
"Everything was so wonderful. His mother and I were planning the perfect wedding. It was going to be so great. And up until a month before the wedding everything was great. Then, he started leaving town on "business"." Catilin shook her head in disgust. "And it wasn't until a few weeks before the wedding that I went to his apartment and caught him cheating on me with his fathers secretary. And that's it." Caitlin stood up and looked out the window, remembering how badly she had been hurt by Mark. She had hated him for it.
"Caitlin" Eric said, coming up behind her, and putting his hands on her shoulders. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?"
Caitlin rolled her eyes and nodded. Eric turned her around to face him and looked at her eyes. Seeing her like that, seeing that someone had hurt her so much, made him want to protect her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He would protect her. He would make sure no one hurt her like Mark had again.
Chapter 3-
"Hey Eric, can I talk to you for a minute?" Griffin asked as Eric came down the stairs from Caitlins room, with one of her suitcases in his hand.
"Sure," he said, walking outside and placing the suitcase in his truck. "What's up?"
"Um, I, well, I guess the only way to say this is to come out and say it. What's going on with you and Caitlin?"
Eric turned around and looked at Griffin in suprise. "What?"
"Come on, I mean, you and I both know you had no intention what so ever to get a roomate, well, until Caitlin needed a place to live. So what's up with that?" Griffin crossed his arms in front of him.
"Look, I just figured I'd be a nice guy. It's my good deed of the year, ok?" Eric responded, walking away. It wasn't the whole turth, but he wasn't about to tell Griffin that the reason he had asked Caitlin to move in with him was that he liked her. No way, no how, was he going to tell Griffin that.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night Caitlin and Eric were sitting on the couch, making lists for supplies they would need to redecorate the house.
"The upstairs hall would definatly look better if it was berry blue, Eric!" Caitlin argued, looking at the slips of paint colors from the hardware store.
"No, it wouldn't Caitlin! The hallway is more of a true blue!" Eric said, lifting his finger and pointing to the color he meant.
"Eric, that's not true blue! It's berry blue! This one is true blue!" Caitlin said, pointing out the names of the paint colors on the back.
Eric ducked his head. "Oops." He smiled.
"Do you mean to tell me that we just spent the past half hour arguing over paint colors, only to want the upstairs hall painted the same color?" Caitlin asked, rolling her eyes.
"Well, at least we both have good taste." Eric shrugged, standing up and heading to the kitchen. "Ya want something to drink?"
"Yeah. Iced tea." Caitlin said, opening the book of wallpaper designs.
Caitlin's gaze followed Eric as he walked into the kitchen. She still found it hard to believe that this was ERIC, the same guy who she rarely ever got along with as a teenager. She watched as his muscular arm opened the refridgerator and got the iced tea out. He got two glasses out of the cabinet, and poured the tea into the glasses. She quickly looked down at the wallpaper samples again as he walked into the living room.
"Here you go." He said, placing the glasses on the coffee table.
"So, uh, you never finished telling me about you and Mark." Eric said, looking Caitlin.
Caitlin rolled her eyes and sat back on the sofa. "Well, let's see, ok, I told you we started dating, right? Well, we dated for a while, and then it started getting serious. After about a year he asked me to marry him, and I said yes." Caitlin looked down at her left hand. "He made everything so perfect. He took me to Bermuda for the weekend, and we were on the beach, and it was night, and he just took out this beautiful ring, and asked me to marry him. And I said yes." Caitlin shook her head, smiling at memory.
"Everything was so wonderful. His mother and I were planning the perfect wedding. It was going to be so great. And up until a month before the wedding everything was great. Then, he started leaving town on "business"." Catilin shook her head in disgust. "And it wasn't until a few weeks before the wedding that I went to his apartment and caught him cheating on me with his fathers secretary. And that's it." Caitlin stood up and looked out the window, remembering how badly she had been hurt by Mark. She had hated him for it.
"Caitlin" Eric said, coming up behind her, and putting his hands on her shoulders. "You know it wasn't your fault, right?"
Caitlin rolled her eyes and nodded. Eric turned her around to face him and looked at her eyes. Seeing her like that, seeing that someone had hurt her so much, made him want to protect her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. He would protect her. He would make sure no one hurt her like Mark had again.