The room was blurry, and Caitlyn was stamping papers with either an 'accpeted', or 'denied' stamp. Flip, Bam, Flip, Bam, Flip, Bam, Flip, Bam. I don't know why she was doing this...I wish I could say I forgot..but I can't, I don't think I've ever been told. I can't remember what's happened, I-I...don't know whats happening now...
I stumbled over to Caitlyn after standind awkwardly in the middle of the room for a few minutes. Speaking of rooms...this was my old bedroom. The one I had before I joined the force. The walls were riddled with bullet holes that had been duck-taped shut. Clothing hung from any edge, curve, or corner that it could catch on, some pieces even littered the floor. Old food was everywhere, it looked rancid, like always, but...I couldn't smell anything. Nothing.
Caitlyn didn't seem to notice me. I poked her with my pointer finger. She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. She said nothing and just stared up at me. I leaned in closer to her, merely to examine her...not for anything else. Not even the clean scent of her hair lingered. My heart was fluttering all of a sudden.
"Are you going to just stand there oogling me like some monkey oogling a banana, Vi, or are you going to say something?"
I jumped up out of shock, I didn't except her to talk.
"Um..um...ummmm.."
"Um? You're wasting daylight Vi, tell me what you have to say."
That...sounded familar...woah, total dejavu moment.
"...Hi." I croaked out.
"Hi? Is that what you have interupted me for?"
"Um...Hi Caitlyn?"
Way to be sauve Vi, way to be Sauve.
She simply rolled her eyes in reply.
"Cait-uh Caitlyn...I um have to tell you something."
"And what is that, Vi?"
Truth be told, I had nothing to tell her. But..umm..there was something about being close to her, that I uh...that I kinda liked.
I leaned in closer to Caitlyn and put my left hand over her work papers. Now she was forced to look into my eyes.
"Vi."
"Yes?"
"Remove your hand from my papers."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"..."
"..."
She tried to pry my hand off of her stack of documents but she couldn't. It was kinda funny, well...until she stopped trying to and glared back at me, boreing into my skull with those dark brown eyes of hers. I never noticed how...pretty they were. I leaned in, closing the gap between us an-
My eyes darted open. I was laying down on a couch, wrapped up in a blanket. I was covered in a thick layer of sweat. I went to touch my nose...and it was clean. No dried, or wet, blood. I began to stand up and then it hit me. My head started pounding, forcing me to lay back down. It felt like someone had stuck needles inside my skull and were twisting them around, and around, and around. I gave up on escaping the couch and instead sunk into it's comfy, warm, embrace.
Wait a second...my couch isn't leather, and it isn't this comfortable for sure. Come to think of it...this isn't even my house. It was too clean...and exspensive to be my house. This was Caitlyn's house, I remember it from the time I dropped off some cupcakes for her.
"CAITLYN!" I yelled, my voice sounded like a female corn husk. A weird metaphor I know but I feel it is the best way to describe my current..situation. I coughed a little afterwards. It felt like someone was scraping against my throat with sandpaper.
Caitlyn entered the room after a minute of me waiting for her.
"Yes, Vi?"
"Why am I here, cupcake?"
"Do you remember last night, at all?"
"Ummmmmmmmmmmm, Nope."
"You don't remember storming out and heading to the bar?" I stared at her with a dumbfounded look.
"And then y-"
"OH GOD! Is-is...is he dead?" The events of last night all came rushing back into my mind.
"No Vi, he is not dead, he is in intensive care."
"Coma?"
"No Vi,"
I sighed in relief, and then tensed up again, here comes the freaking lecture.
"Vi, he was very close to death, just be lucky Piltover has some of the most advandced medical equipment, if not, he might have died..."
"Oh god...well, why aren't I back in the old jail cell?"
"Because he attacked you first, while charges are being pressed on you, it was a...over-dramtic form of self defense. I'm sure you won't have a problem working the graveyard shift until you pay them off."
"*Snorts* Hell, I'd rather go to prison."
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, and I remembered what she had the power to do...but I hate surrendering to her more. So you know, I'll take my chances.
"Vi, this is not funny, you should be glad you have escaped the worst of the consequences, you technically got off scott-free."
"Caitlyn, I know I am a bad cop...but I do read the rule book...some parts of it anyway, and um..I am pretty sure I should have a jail sentence or something...?"
"In theory yes, but..."
"But what?"
"I payed off the fee to remove you from said jail."
"Like a bribe?"
"No, not a bribe, since no one died, and it was self defense in..some ways, there was a payable fee to get you out of jail."
"What was the fee, Caitlyn?"
"...50,000..."
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
"..."
"CAITLYN! WHY DID YOU DO THAT? THAT WAS..THAT WAS...You didn't need to do that for me."
"You are my partner Vi, and really, after my parents passed away I inherited there fortune, it didn't even dent the bank account."
"Okay."
"Vi, is something the matter?"
Really, Caitlyn really?
"What freaking type of question is that Cait? Everything is the matter Caitlyn!"
To be honest, I'd had fair share of suckiness to last me about a week, and then some. I felt like just giving up and...crying. BUT NO! The Vi don't cry. And besides...I hate to look weak in front of Caitlyn.
She sat down awkwardly on the couch, well she intended to, but she actually sat down on my knees, and laid her head back on the arm rest. OMFG!
THE WORLD WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE! IMMINENT DESTRUCTION OF RUNETERRA, AND THE VOID, AND THE HEAVENS AND EVERY SINGLE THING. CAITLYN IS ACTUALLY FOR ONCE RELAXING.
This is scary. I examined her. No, she wasn't dead. Ms. I'm-to-busy-to-ever-sit-down-ever, was actually stopping and relaxing. And on my legs too. This was awkward. She seemed exhausted. I was not gonna be the one to tell her about what she was really sitting on.
I looked at her long, thick, brown hair sprawled across the couch, and the shallow rise and fall of her chest as she continued to relax. It was like watching some majestic creature sleep. It was hard to look away from. Not because I was scoping her out, but it was actually from genuine shock and amazment that the Sheriff of Piltover actually was human and slept.
I was bored though.
"Caitlyn."
"Yes, Vi," she answered without opening her eyes. Oh god, did she know I was staring at her? What if she thought it was something other than just pure shock and a little pinch of terror. Was it something other than that?
"I didn't know you ever relaxed."
"Well then you weren't being very realisitc."
"And Caitlyn, you're lying (IS THAT THE WRITE TENSE OR WHATEVER? I DON'T KNOW LOLZ SORRY)on me,"
"I know."
"Um...um..uh could y-"
"Vi, don't be so immature about it, you're practically as red as a strawberry."
If it were me I woulda said tomato, or blood, but Caitlyn is not me.
Well this isn't embarrasing, oh wait it is. Serious de javu. Cupcake..why are you so damn good at making me flustered and uncomfortable?
"You have..um..nice legs."
WTF was that? I somehow managed to make the most awkward situation ever, even more awkward. What the hell is wrong with me. I blushed an even deeper shade of red.
Caitlyn opened her eyes again and stared at me, and then burst out laughing. I mentally face-palmed, I'm pretty sure if I did phsyically face palm, my head would have exploded from the pain.
"I uh-I didn't mean it like that!"
Caitlyn just giggled some more. This was scary too.
"Thank you *giggle* Vi," Caitlyn was now pratically the same shade of red as me.
I stared into her eyes. There's something about looking into her eyes that makes me calm, and focused, despite her facial expression, yet still makes my heart flutter around my chest. She stopped laughing after a few seconds and stared back. I swear I could hear my heart pound.
"Vi." She was still returning my gaze.
"Yes, Cupcake?"
"I've never noticed how beautiful your eyes were."
"Oh um..I probably get them from my mom or my dad...or well I duInno, but um yeah thanks."
I think that was the first time Caitlyn ever complimented me. If the world didn't end now, It would be a miracle.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Caitlyn got up and excused herself. I stared at her as she left.
"Vi stop staring at me."
It's like she has eyes in the back of her head dammit!
"Uh, okay."
I looked away and tried to ignore the warmth leftover from where Caitlyn's body had rested.
