This takes place after 2.12. Some Mer bashing and a little cursing. Be prepared.

Year 11

I walked into my apartment, fell to the ground, and proceeded to hit my head against the door. Of course he loved her. How could I have been that stupid? I wanted to cry. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to grab her, and just hit her. Who does she think she is? He's MY husband. MINE. Could she not get that through her thick head? And him. Oh, my God. 'I don't want to hurt you!' was he serious. I mean come on! Did he seriously think I wasn't going to get hurt? HELLO! He just told me he loved another woman. It feels like my heart had been ripped out, stomped on, stiched back up, and stomped on again. I couldn't stay here. Oh God. I started to cry. Didn't he get how hard I've been trying? I needed a sad movie, and some Ben and Jerry's. Lucky for me, there was an unopened pint of Cherry Garcia in the refridgerator. I got up and started to eat it over the counter.Then, someone started to open the door. Damn it! Derek has a key.

" I come in peace," he annouced. He came in with a huge bag of groceries in one hand and a tabby kitten with a big red bow in the other.

" What are you doing here and why do you have a kitty?"

" Well, the cat's yours and I came to apologize."

" Oh, really." I was so mad at him.

" Yes," he reached into the bag and pulled out a huge bag of Jolly Ranchers, my favorite. " I know that probably wasn't the smartest way to tell you that."

" Ya think?" I was still mad at him. Kitty or not.

" Yes. I'm sorry for that, but past experiences have taught me to be honest with people,"

" What do you want me to say Derek? Thank you! I apreciate your honesty? Did you seriously think that you could waltz back in here and expect my total forgiveness?"

He was left speechless. He dropped the cat. " You're right. I shouldn't have come. Enjoy your Jolly Ranchers." He walked towards the door. Now, I felt bad.

" Derek, wait." he turned towards me, a look of utter guilt upon his face. " You can at least stay for the apple ones." I smiled. Niether of us liked the apple ones, but I had to offer him something.

" Are you sure?"

" I can't stay mad at you forever, especially with that hair." He laughed.

" I guess, but can I have the grape ones too?"

" Don't push your luck," The kitten rubbed up against my leg. " Does he have a name?"

" SHE doesn't."

" Oh. Any ideas?"

" It's your cat."

" And I'm asking for your opinion."

" Scarlet," he smiled.

" Scarlet," I picked her up. " What do you think of Scarlet?" She purred.

" I think that's a yes."

" I think so too."

THE END

Ok I know the kitty was a desperate act, but it was my idea. Any way what do you guys think? I'd love to hear what you think! Come on. REVIEW, PLEASE!