VALENTINE'S DAY

Early morning bells rang through a beautifully lit hallway. Ahead of me were big doors, a soft brown color. They opened up for me to gracefully waltz in. The moment I did, I saw him at the altar across from me. In his rich silver tuxedo, Ozario's wide pearly eyes flickered at me in awe of how amazing I must have looked to him. I held a bouquet of flowers close to my chest and with my free hand held my lovely slim white dress. My leg kept peeking out of the slit of the dress. There was no audience, only me and him together in one beautiful gold and white, giant room. In order to stand alongside him, I took my final steps in great happiness.

A romantic smile flashed across Ozario's face. I looked down beside him, and his hand was squeezed by a small boy. I couldn't understand why Oni was holding the hand of a beautiful child, but this little boy looked very much like Onyx. I knelt down to kiss the forehead of the boy. He's shy and small. A lovely glow spread over his cherubic face. I stood back on my feet, staring at the face of Ozario again. He kindly smiled at me and caressed my shoulder-length hair away from my face.

"You look so fragile," he calmly shared .

That's something Ozario wouldn't say. Would he? My face changed as I look at him strangely. "What," I asked?

I blinked once, only once. The eyes of Ozario and the little boy were gone from their sockets. Just two, tiny, red dots were left. With two freakishly creepy smiles like the Cheshire Cat, their heads were leaning the same way. In panic, I jumped. The fear kept me from screaming. I replaced the feeling of fear with pity, and I covered my mouth. Water slithered down my cheeks. I dried my eyes and noticed that I was weeping blood, which stained my hands now. He immediately grabbed my neck and began strangling me with my sight fixed on Ozario, in a tint of red from my gory ooze. He was horrifying and ruthless. In his smile and in his eyes, he didn't care as I looked at him in disbelief. Onyx seemed proud of himself, feeling glad that I was dying by his hands. I tried calling his name to convince him to stop, but because he couldn't hear my voice, it was no use. I couldn't hear my own voice. Once again, I tried to call him. I had to reach out to him. This wasn't him at all!

"O-Oza...rio," I managed a noise. Did he hear me? Or, does he even care?

The little boy kicked the back of my knee, making me tumble. "Ugh," I shrieked!

"Ozario," Oni spoke roughly to the boy, "To satisfy me... kill her."

Coughing out the of release, I looked at the young boy next to me. Was that kid the younger version of Ozario? Is he going to kill me? The child shook his head, trembling in terror. Tears ran down his hollow sockets. The older Ozario knelt down in front of the boy.

"Do this and you will never feel pain again," he tried to comfort his younger self.

The child nodded, smiling softly. Little Onyx turned to me and crushed my ribs. I felt nothing; though, I thought I would. I still couldn't say a damn thing. I was merely feeling sympathy. It just wasn't Ozario. Once again, I spoke his name.

The last tear fell from my face as I spoke quietly and kindly, "Ozario…"

The face of Ozario became Astrid's. The room melted into black.

A voice echoed from above in the cloudless sky, "Catalina, are you alright?"

That's the gentle voice I knew. I looked to my right, lying once again in the green pastures. Flowers encircled us. I peered into the silver eyes of my Oni. Luckily, they were back in his head. I had my wings spread over the ground. He and I lay on the ground naked, feeling the grass and flowers tickle our skin, soothing. In a sigh of relief, I grinned to him. He was back to normal. I realized this had to be a dream; I had to be touched by Ozario to make my dreams so beautiful again.

I woke up for the first time ever to witness the sleeping face of Ozario. Mm. Mm. Beautiful. He had always woken up before me in the mornings. Our hands were interlocked above the short story Ozario had read to me last night, The Black Cat by Edger Allan Poe. This is one of Ozario's favorite historical poets. I knew that. I pulled my hand out of his, reaching to caress his smooth cheek.

"Don't do that. I will kiss you," Onyx spoke quietly with his Spanish accent.

I sat up in our bed. "Seriously," I questioned? "You've been up this whole time?"

Ozario wiped his left eye, getting up. He was still so straight and dignified in his stance. "No. I sensed your hand above me, that's all."

I looked down at my legs, contemplating if I should get up from the bed. "Oh, yeah. You are a creature, dude, person…"

He chuckled, leaving the bed. "Get up, woman."

"Nope," I yelped. I pulled the covers over my head roughly.

Unbelievably, I felt my legs being grabbed and slowly removed from beneath the covers. Eventually, I had to cling onto the bed and try to prevent myself from being tugged off. I fought! I swear I did. First, my legs were raised into the air, then my whole body ended up being on the broad shoulder of Ozario. I looked around to see how in the world that happened. As he walked out the door to the bedroom, Ozario chuckled at my frustration.

"Douchebag," I grunted, falling limp over his shoulder.

He rubbed my back. I heard his smile, "Happy Valentine's Day, mi cielito!"

Mi cielito? Ozario hasn't called me that before. I smiled a little, but I felt self-conscious inside. Saint Valentine's Day. It had to be Valentine's Day. On this specific day, I was neither the sociable one, or the approachable one. I've never been an exceptional, or an attractive one in Japan. I never had anyone to accept my chocolates or give me any in return. I often spent my days having fun by myself in every culture alone on days meant for couples. I'd take myself out to eat. I never thought that much about being taken or finding a boyfriend. I had other things on my mind, but if I had a secret admirer, or something, it would have been nice. I never did … Still don't. I think.

I don't hate Valentine's Day. I just hate to remember that when days like this arrived, some of those individuals in my classroom made me feel lonely back in Japan. I guess that was a good thing because of my circumstances. I've been made fun of too many times. I used to be known as Doku-san as in dokushin... single, not taken, the solo life. I was Doku as in poison, too. People thought I was keeping to myself because I caused stuff like a single drop of poison. A single contact from me made a big effect. It wasn't always a bad thing, but it was always a bit scary to start. As a girl, this meant I was "too rough" to be approachable. Whatever, eh guys? At my old school, guys thought of me as one of them. Girls picked on me for it too and often called me by a gender-bent name. I preferred Christopher by the way. Mostly because I wasn't Japanese enough for a japanese guy name. My class would not allow it. Made sense. I only had two girls who ever acknowledged me and even, accepted me as I was; Laura and Hana. I was their friend. They always had admirers, unlike me, and were two of the loveliest straight-A students in my classroom. A lot of girls wanted to be like them or followed them. Most guys wanted their numbers all the time. Laura is Egyptian but moved to Kyoto and boy did my class love that. People asked so many questions when it came to her... It was my acne, wasn't it? Oh, well.

When Ozario and I reached downstairs, he gently let me down at the end of the steps. Onyx tilted his head and lifted his hand to fix his iridescent chestnut hair. The red strands swayed through his fingers, illuminated by the touch of the sun. I reached out to stroke the bronze-highlighted strand away from his eye. Onyx allowed me to by closing his eyes. He rubbed his right eye with a free hand.

Staring at him made me feel privileged to be able to stare and touch such wonderful, angelic beauty. Everyday, I felt thankful to know that I could be next to him as a family member and perhaps more. I knew that I was barely worth it or sexy enough to match. Yet, by his side, Onyx embraced me and felt the complete opposite of me. Unlike many people I used to know, Ozario was unlike them. I've got him now, so I won't be alone after all.

Ozario flashed me a huge grin. "Cat, I got you something," he excitedly shared.

I shook my head. "I just got up and you're already trying to murder me."

Ozario took my hand and led me to the room with the fireplace. "Surprise," he sang!

My eyes widen. I looked around the room. The entire floor, the walls, and the ceiling were covered in Valentine's presents. "What the…! You're worse than Alice," I shouted in shock!

"Well… Actually, Alice and I cooperated. I figured I should do something nice for my best and dearest friend. Alice heard me talking to myself about it. We wanted to make this special and perfect… But, instead, we just…"

"Had at it," I completed. "Everything is literally covered… Even the freak'n pillow is stuffed with gifts." I pointed at the pillow that was about to explode. Ozario really was trying to murder me early in the morning.

He tried drowning me with freak'n Valentine's Day gifts. Not water, not quick sand but Valentine's gifts. That's brutal. He laughed at my exaggeration. I'm still dazed, feeling confused by a room with a bunch of reds , pinks, and gifts of love. I smiled happily because, after all, I'm really not going to feel so alone on this Valentine's Day. I had a Valentine, and a fantastic one, which reminded me that I already had something for him. It wasn't like all those gifts, but it was stored in a nice box. It was supposed to be on the fireplace. Uh. Uh. I didn't want to tell him. But, I wouldn't be able to reach it through all of this stuff blocking my way, either.

I guess, it can't be helped. I have to ask. "Hey. Did you see a gold and red box on the fireplace when you put everything here," I asked, looking his way?

Onyx already held it in his hand. "Yes. Is it yours," he asked?

I shook my head and replied, "It's your Valentine's Day present. Sorry it isn't as much as all... of this."

Ozario smiled and opened it. It was homemade chocolate fencing in a small red ring. I had a jeweler custom design it to look like a knotted rope. It had his name engraved inside. He looked at me and grinned. Onyx knew exactly where to wear it, on his smallest finger. Luckily, it fit perfectly.

Ozario blushed at the thought of what it symbolized. "I already love it. It is exactly as much. Thank you," he said appreciatively.

I covered my hot cheeks with my hands. "Really? I don't thi-"

"You thought of me… So, it is just as much," he replied. Knowing how I would've responded, he kissed my forehead sweetly shortly after.

I blushed even more. Ozario chuckled at my facial expression that was officially red. "Happy Valentine's Day, Oni," I wished upon him.

I happily opened a few of my presents in order to get some of the gifts out of the room. Ozario and I placed the opened ones in our room, and somewhere else, we hid the rest of the unopened presents. Everyone had left the house already. It was just me and Ozario inside. I assume. He put on some love songs that echoed through the house, from all genres and all generations. I didn't know he preferred listening to music of all sorts. I believed that he was only listening to old songs from the 1800s in Spain to the early 1900s in America. That's all I'd ever heard him play.

Ozario was cooking an amazing breakfast this morning. I followed his every move done by his hands and feet that moved like a graceful dance. Onyx was so beautiful when he cooked for some reason. Maybe it was the way he would smile; or, the way he moved his hands that corresponded in different languages so fluently; or, it could be the way he would waltz from area to area getting the things he needed for the meal.

Over the stove, his tall figure stood like a king feeding his citizens all by himself, joyfully. His silver eyes burst into silver flames, scorching everything he touched with love and patience. Ozario was so aristocratic that as I focused on this romantic side of him, even the smallest action, like just putting the salt down on the counter top, made me melt. His touch has always been so different from the way he interacted or talked most of the time. Oni, in his silence, was a man to be adored by women, wasn't he? Might it be because he served years ago as a butler? Or, is he like this, naturally, but doesn't like to unveil this side? Ozario averted his eyes from the pot and towards me.

"What," he chirped?

I shook my head and smiled. "Nothing, I'm just watching."

I started tapping on the table, bobbing my head to the rhythm of Bruno Mars' "That's What I Want." Ozario began singing the song spontaneously and then started running in place. I laughed at his hilarious frolicking dance. He stopped huffing and puffing for a moment ... and then began again. When Onyx stopped the next time, he checked the food. He smiled as he walked up to me with a spoon.

"I'm glad that was entertaining," he chimed in, lifting up my chin and inserting the spoon in my mouth.

It tasted like really good hot syrup with a tinge of mango. I smiled from its deliciousness. "It's so sweet. I love it." I asked, "Did you put some mango in it?"

"No kiwi. How did you get mango from kiwi," he chuckled?

I tapped my finger on my nose, feeling embarrassed and uttered, "Uh, the tangy taste."

Ozario smiled and confessed, "You were right it was mango," he winked.

That sneak! I knew I was right! With pride, I grinned that I had an amazing tongue for tasting. Ozario stared, wondering to himself, at the spoon. His brows flinched and his eyes looked crossed as he concentrated on the syrup left at the edge. Onyx stuck his tongue out and licked a spoon. He began to make a disgusted face and then backed away. Oni rubbed his tongue and spit in the trash can afterwards.

"Nope, can't do it," Ozario whispered to himself. He smiled at me.

I felt sympathy for him. I wondered if he liked sweets, but just couldn't taste it. It wasn't fair. "Did you hurt your tongue? Are you ok?"

Onyx nodded. "Nope! I'm fine. It just tasted bitter. I can taste the mango, but it was mixed in with stuff from the syrup, so it tasted horrible. I hate syrup. Ugh. It tastes like medicine."

"What? How," I asked with my right eye narrowed?

He finished up the food and faced me. "Whatever the company put in it, I taste all of that, except the sweeteners. Its natural sweet taste is defiled," he explained.

My nose twitched a little by the thought. "Oh. Ew…" I mumbled.

I remembered an old school field trip I once took part in, during the year I lived in London, a syrup factory trip. The company showed me how the maple syrup was tampered with to fill it into bottles for store use. Without any sweeteners, they allowed me and some other students to taste its bitter flavor. It was terrible! The taste of coffee without sugar and flavoured cream was slightly less similar. Better even. The syrup flavor, dull and disgusting, may be compared to pure herbal medicine.

Ozario and I ate breakfast that he made this morning for us and talked for a while. The whole time we spent in the kitchen, Onyx kept making ridiculous jokes. I went upstairs to get some clothes for school after we were done. Ozario followed into the room behind me. I approached him, then realized he was already holding something out for me. I tilted my head, looking at the lovely golden clothes in his hands. It was different then my usual style and something I've longed to wear as a girl.

"Can you wear this today," Ozario asked in a sweet manner? He smiled at me.

I nodded, vigorously. "Yes! Wait… It's a school day, though. Should I really wear this?"

He shrugged and answered, "Yeah. Trust me. After all, it is school appropriate."

"I do trust you. But, my friends are going to flip seeing me in this," I replied, taking the clothes.

"Why, 'Cause you're a tomboy," he genuinely questioned?

My eyes widen. "What? No, I'm not," I argued!

"Please…" Onyx raised his shoulders high while he stuffed his hand in his pockets. "Lie again."

I knew he was about to try and trick me like any other time, his face showed it. Not today. I became prepared and smirked, "Oh, yeah! Suuure, I'm such a tomboy." I spoke sarcastically.

Ozario merrily commented, "I know." He smiled with his tongue sticking out. "Mlem!" Onyx left, laughing at my failure.

My jaw dropped. "Huh? I didn't think that through, did I?"

I went into the bathroom, so I could get ready. I started thinking about Ozario's body temperature and how it could change depending on his mood in the shower — drowning in ice cold water. His body is predominantly hot when he is happy or some other emotion. His eyes are red when he is angry, and his body becomes incredibly ice-cold, like vampires that drink only blood. And when he feels sad, he has a warm body — a dead center warm. Is that his power? Does he even have one? Alice does, Edward does, Jasper does, Renesmee... but what about him? What about his brother? Why did I start thinking about this?

I got out of the shower and wrapped my body in a towel. The noise of a soft click came from the corner of the door. With caution, I stared in that direction, but then shrugged it off and looked in the mirror. Ozario burst into the room, but walked in calmly. He scared me half to death, and bent me over! While asking him to pick me up, I started panicking and freaking out.

"Stop moving… I'm trying to draw this rose and I can't get it right," Ozario explained, nonchalantly.

I tried lifting myself up, but he just pushing me back down!

"Aye!" I shouted, "Let me up! What are you doing?! This is not okay!"

I felt Onyx's fingertips brush my skin gently and my bottom was pierced softly by a pen point. Near an unsuitable location, the pen point moved around! I heard Ozario whistle a funny tone while he drew on my butt. He was just not going to stop! I squirmed and jumped to get him off, but he was too strong. So, I started kicking him and screaming more. Onyx, of course, didn't even budge. Seriously! I felt violated! This was just not okay at all.

I heard two more pairs of footsteps walk in. Ozario finally stopped and quickly lifted me up. He steadied me immediately, so I wouldn't stumble over and helped cover me up. I looked up at Rosalie and Emmett, who were standing behind us. Emmett giggled, knowing that I was safe. Well, I wasn't! Roselie was in disgust shock. My eyes widened. I thought everyone was gone! This can not be happening right now, is it? My head kept turning back and forth between them and Ozario, who was holding a sheet of paper and a pen in his hands, and I started to blush from embarrassment. I felt my anxiety rise, and my words began to stutter. It was so humiliating!

"N-No! It's not what it looks like! He came in a-a-and violated me," I shouted, pointing at Ozario!

Emmett shook his head. "Oh, no," he commented, "Say no more. Sorry we interrupted your fun. We just wanted to make sure you were okay; you were screaming... and tell you to hurry up for school."

Rosalie's face grimaced as she said, "Yeeeah… I don't even want to know what is going on, so we'll just go." Rosalie's hands lifted up as she walked away from the door.

Emmett followed her, laughing even more.

"Bu-!" I lifted my arms out wide, then angrily turned to Ozario. He was just smiling at his picture. "You! Y-Yo-yyooouuu, douchebag," I bellowed!

Onyx ignored me. He chuckled at his picture. "As perfect as a baby's bottom. Aww," Onyx looked at me and clarified, "Oh. Not you. The picture."

"Ugh," I stomped! "Why can't I punch you!"

As Ozario walked out, he bantered, "I thought we clarified you weren't an elephant, soldier! Make up your mind! Oh! And, don't smudge my drawing. You got that, maggot?"

What? I raced to see what he meant in front of the mirror. My back faced to it. I saw nothing on my towel. Uh, oh ... I inhale a huge whiff of air and shut my eyes. I raised the towel as I released my breath to expose my ass. There was a silly cartoon on it. The cartoon had its tongue sticking out at me. In big bubble letters, a speech bubble floated above Chibi Onyx 's head, saying, "BLAAAH!" That jerk was writing on my butt! I wasn't able to help but shake my head... and chuckle a little. That, sort of, was a hilarious image. BUT STILL! That's horrible! Even if he has seen my naked ass before, he shouldn't write on it! I'm not paper!

I shook my head. "Ugh… Why do I put up with him? He is such a… jackass!"

I snuck my way into the bedroom to brush my hair. Ozario sat on the bed with his legs crossed. He was still drawing. Onyx's focus was phenomenally fixed onto his picture. His strokes with the black pen moved slowly but his artwork appeared to be progressing within milliseconds. Now I get it!

Ozario isn't drawing slowly! He's speeding through the picture. Can Ozario tell what he's doing? Can he see his own hand move? Does that feel slow to him? Ozario looked up at me.

I have to ask, "You are drawing so fast! Can you see your own hand," I asked?

Onyx blinked. "… I am?" He looked down at the paper and murmured. "Yea… I can see it. I thought I was drawing really slow." Onyx's eyes flickered up at me and he smirked. "Did you smudge my art," he asked in a cute little tune?

I frowned and placed my hands on my hips. "Yes, actually. I completely erased it. It's not okay for you to just bend me over and draw on my body! I was naked, dude!"

He smiled. "Te quiero con todo mi corazón (I love you with all of my heart)."

I narrowed my eyes at him and, in a hoarse voice while clenching my teeth, I replied, "I love you… too."

Ozario sped up to me and placed his hand on my forehead. "Oh! Cat, are you sick? Do I need to check your temperature," he teased?

I laughed. "Oh! Hush! Go away, you violation!"

Ozario shifted his hand to my cheek as my face began to be outlined by his eyes. Since he just looked at me, I started blushing. I dropped my head. Oni lifted my head back up by my chin and then he smiled. What was he thinking? Whatever it was, the way he was behaving, I just couldn't stop blushing. Ozario pulled my lips up to his to stimulate them, not necessarily by kiss. His lips hovered over mine but his closeness was intimidating in a good way. Our noses touched. My heart was beginning to pound slightly faster and louder. With every pulse, I could feel a jerk in my body. Onyx closed his eyes. I closed mine, relaxing in his peaceful aura.

I heard his gorgeously soft voice coo, "I love this heart beat better than any other I have ever listened to. It's beautiful… So much I could fall asleep just standing here with you."

I touched my chest, feeling my heart pound even heavier. I nervously asked, "Y-You can hear it?"

"I always pay attention to it. I hear Renesmee's too. I can hear my brother's, and the wolves', and mine. It's a supernatural trait to hear almost anything within ten miles. I think Edward has it worse. He has to listen to everybody's thoughts above that. Goodness," Ozario replied.

I placed my fingertips on my top lip and pondered for a second. I asked, "What do you like about heartbeats? I don't really understand. Is it because of the blood coursing through or something else?"

Ozario moved his thumb to my lips. He tilted his head, smiling. "Well… No and definitely, not your blood. Really, I hate your scent. Actually ... I love your heartbeat because the emotion of nervousness makes it pound. When I press my lips on yours or just get next to you, you get that way. I suppose I'm happy because it makes you happy to be around me. It makes me feel less... forsaken."

"Forsaken?" What a strong word to use. Who has forsaken you? I backed up, face palming myself to make him feel better. "I must be stinky if you hate my smell. Geezuz."

Ozario laughed slightly. "No, no. It is one hell of an incredible smell. It's just hard to tolerate. That's why I hate it."

I tilted my head in confusion. What? I don't get it. I crossed my arms to ask, "Uh… What? What smell is it exactly? Like, explain things witchcraft because I don't understand."

Onyx shook his head, still smiling. Then, he grabbed my hands. "You smell like Valentine's Day, very sweet. Since I can't taste sugar, now only chocolate, it bugs me to have this… Eh… theory. If I bit you or tasted your blood just a little, would you be just as sweet? I don't want to find out the hard way. I don't want to hurt you. I have a tricky time tolerating your wonderful smell sometimes. This will sound creepy but I would like to know I guess… without it being a problem. That's vampire me talking," he answered.

"Wait… You make it look sooo easy! What about the night I lost my voice because I screamed too loud. I had a bloody nose! Or, the day I got bit by Caius. I still have the open wound, see!" I pointed to the scar still on my forearm. I asked, "Were you really trying to restrain yourself this whole time? I can't even tell… How?" This really shocked me. To know that Ozario – who never revealed any sign of hesitation to touch me or never left me alone for one week out of every month – couldn't tolerate my blood because of his vampiric instincts, was unbelieveable. I never knew it was so hard for him to be around me all this time.

Onyx took my arm and kissed it. He's been doing that a lot lately as a form of guilt I guess. Ozario tenderly touched the scar and let out a depressing sigh. "Catalina, not everything is as it seems. The only reason I wasn't affected by your bloody nose was because, one, that's disgusting and, two, I had all my focus on making sure you got better. I was just so worried that I completely forgot I was a blood lusting demon for an entire six hours. I one hundred percent could not smell your blood or hear your heart beating at all. I didn't have room to think about it. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he replied.

"Whoa! My heart and everything," I asked? Well. That explains why Ozario and Carlisle stayed with me that night. I thought to myself.

Ozario shrugged and continued, "For the first time, I felt a little human, which is kinda cool considering I was born this way. I've never been human before. With Caius… I was affected by the scent of your blood when he bit you. When the human blood is exposed, its scent is very strong. So… I wanted to kill you, but I also wanted to kill him and all of the other Volturi members for an entirely different reason. Because they were killing you…"

"Wait! Kill me," I shouted with a freakish expression toward him?! "But I'm your bestie."

"Yeah, your bite oozed out a lot of blood down your arm." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Then, you made it worse by biting it again to suck out the venom, which by the way was fucking hot." Ozario stuffed his hands in his pocket and said, "I'm surprised you didn't notice how much I was shaking. Anyhow…"

"You were shaking," I cut him off again?

Ozario agreed to my question by nodding. "Cat, you're so slow it's almost cute," he remarked.

I looked away, holding a funny expression. Da fuck? "Um…kay?"

Oh, yea! I'm still in my towel! This is awkward! I turned away from Onyx and grabbed my hair brush from the dresser beside us to tend to my hair. I was about to brush my hair until Ozario stared awkwardly at me. He made this highly uncomfortable. I blinked and began brushing. Onyx just kept staring all over my body, covered with the towel. Since I had forgotten to bring my clothes with me to the bathroom, I had to gamer stealth my way back to the bedroom quickly. Sigh. I pulled some hair out my brush, threw it away and began brushing my hair again. Ozario got closer behind me this time and started poking my side. That tickled. I wiggled and frowned at him.

Ozario leaned his head. "Can I brush your hair?" His face looked so interested from watching me, I guess he wanted to.

I bit my inner cheek. I don't know… This might get weird. I remember the last time we ended up in the bathroom together on New Year's. He brushed my hair after I got out. I never felt so feminine in my life. I didn't want that feeling again, so, "No. Because you're still in trouble for drawing in an inappropriate spot! And Last time you made me feel… like a girl," I answered.

"What's wrong with that? Are you not a female," Ozario questioned with his right eyebrow rose and his arms crossed?

I shrugged. "I mean, yea," I faced him and replied, "But, every time you do my hair, you get in this weird hair salon attitude. Seriously, I feel more messed up than a group of gossipy teen girls with mortifyingly bad attitudes, who gets back at each other later and one gets hit by a… well, anyway, basically your worse than those mean girls."

Ozario's facial expression rested at neutral. "Really… You mean Mean Girls as in the movie?"

I averted my eyes, then look back at him again. "… Yea…"

"Give me… the dang brush." Ozario snatched the brush from my hand.

He and I playfully fought over it, but he won…again. Aggressively sigh. Ozario's fingertips felt amazing as he massaged my scalp. Onyx brushed my hair into wavy curls just by using my brush's bristles. When he was done, my hair had its own wing flip across my eye. Onyx didn't even have to use a straight iron or curlers for this hairstyle and, yet, that's what it looked like! My jaw dropped and my right eye narrowed as I stared at myself in the mirror.

"Wow." I said in amazement. How was he able to do this?

Ozario tilted his head and frowned. "I could've done better," He looked at me and commented, "But, apparently, you don't want to feel like a girl… Oooh! Can I paint your nails?"

My eyebrows rose in surprise to his question. "Uh…" I asked, "Can I paint yours?"

Onyx frowns in disgust. "Wait. What? No. That would be awkward. You can on spring break, so no one can see if you want," he agreed.

I smiled at him and chuckled. Ozario was an unexplainable person. I'm surprised he would let me. He is far too manly to have girly stuff on him. But, I knew he would definitely allow me to paint his nails as long as nobody was around. After I got dressed for school, Ozario painted my nails and, OMGH, he imitated those females at the nail and hair salons. My nails looked fresh and beautiful. They were naturally long, but Ozario trimmed and shaped them into perfectly round edges. He painted them gold, like my fluffy dress, with white slanted tips. On the tips lay a pretty lace pattern. Onyx encrusted it moderately with small fake diamonds at the center of my nails where the lace lay across. Ozario was an odd guy. He sat on the bed with me, doing this for a while coming up with crazy gossip tales girls would normally hear at hair salons or nail places. It was hilarious holding ridiculous conversations with him.

Ozario placed the last diamond on the lace pattern and backed up with his fist over his mouth. "Oh! Gurl! You look too cute!"

"Really," I chuckled out loud?

It was cute seeing him like this. Ozario just loves making me laugh for some reason. Thanks, dude. Yet he made me feel like a terribly messed up parody of gossip girl. Ugh! I hate that show, but Urdur loves forcing me to watch it. I shook my head as I thought about both of them.

"What? You look absolutely like a goddess, Catalina," Ozario complimented. He tapped my nose and smiled.

I blushed happily from his compliment. Ozario doesn't do it often, but when he does… Oh, God! He has a way with words. I had grown to like them, which was scary because I usually didn't accept compliments very well. Plus, he teased me so frequently that I had also grown to love that too. Today though, he was overly complimenting me. It was great for my egotistical, non-introvert side that's tiny and shriveled. Ozario and I got our bags ready and headed out for school. I hoped the rest of the day would be just as amazing as this morning.