I'M SO SORRY! DON'T KILL ME!

I've been super busy. I went on a holiday and my phone died so i was stuck in a 5 hour journey listening to the greatest hits of the 80's. And for the ride back? greatest hits of the 90's. My parents controlled the radio.

Not to mention, the extended my school curriculum(Is that how you spell that?) time so it's school from 7:30AM till 5:30PM and then I have extra classes from 6:00PM to 8:00PM and don't get me started on homework.

Final year exams are next month and I have to work hard on this considering I totally flunked the last one. Plus, my O Levels are coming really REALLY soon. I swear, after all the stupid exams and when my school is over, I might just turn into a barbarian and rip all my books. Textbooks I mean. Studying is taking 70% of my time everyday. The remaining 30% is from sleeping.

Okay, enough with my ramblings, i shall let you people read the chapter before you kill me. WARNING: This ain't one of the best chapters but i swear the others are better cause I already wrote the draft. muahahha.

Ome of the scenes in this chapter was inspired by 1234Rose. THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Anyway, usual disclaimers and sorry for any mistakes. I'm so tired right now.

Chapter eight.

Eddie dropped Paul, Dimwit and at the park which was walking distance from the house.

Paul was eagerly walking ahead of us, aiming for the playground.

He slowed down after Dimitri told him to and he fell into a step between us.

"Wanna hear a joke?" Paul asked, a smile plastered on his face.

"Of course." Dimitri replied simply and smiled.

"Okay okay, what did Beethoven do when he died?" he asked us eagerly.

Both of us shrugged and waited for the answer.

"He DECOMPOSED! Get it? He composed stuff and now since he's dead, he decomposed?"

I just had to ask him something judging by the lameness of this joke. "Uncle Christian told you that, didn't he?"

He nodded vigorously.

I rolled my eyes while Dimitri laughed at his nephew.

He turned around and informed us, "Mama said that if I don't listen to you, aliens will come to kick my ass when I'm asleep."

Dimitri laughed, "Since when were you afraid of aliens?"

"I'm not afraid of aliens. But when I'm asleep, how am I supposed to kick their ass? They're going to kick my ass instead!" he explained and I couldn't help but laugh.

"There's no such thing as aliens, Paul. Only misunderstood elf's." I joked.

"An elf? But I don't know how to kick an elf's ass! Do they even have an ass? If they don't have an ass, how am I supposed to kick them?" he started panic.

I laughed as Dimitri smacked my arm and bent down till he was at eye level with Paul.

"There's no such thing as elfs. Rose here is just being her crazy self and telling you fake stuff to scare you. Now, go play with the other kids." He said.

"Alright!" Paul exclaimed while running towards the playground.

He was halfway there when he came running back.

"Good luck." he wished Dimitri.

"Why?" he asked, confused.

"Cause you're in love with a crazy lady." He giggled and ran away before I could say anything.

I looked at Dimitri and laughed at his expression. After a few seconds, he said, "For the record, I don't love you."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. Dating you is like dating my great grandfather. It's disgusting."

He rolled his eyes and walked towards the benches. As I walked, I heard him mumble something along the lines of "I think..." and then, he chuckled to himself. I turned around to see him shake his head. What on earth was that?

I simply ignored it and continued walking.

I found all the benches full and there was only one seat left. It was on a smaller bench that could only fit one person.

I dashed to the seat, not wanting Dimitri to sit down on it and I had to stand.

Dimitri ran from behind me and we reached the seat at the same time.

We stopped at each side of the seat, looking right into each other's eyes with death glares.

We abruptly moved our butts into the seat at the same time, but our butts never came in contact with the seat.

I pushed my ass against his screaming "Will you move your butt!"

He pushed back. "Not my fault you have a huge ass!"

I pushed him harder till he almost fell off balance. Almost. "Be a man and give the seat to the lady!"

He laughed. "You? A lady? Really?"

"Oh shut up and move your ass." I growled.

"Argh!" the both of us screamed while pushing each other's butts towards the seat.

Unfortunately, he won. He slammed his butt against mine and I stumbled down as he immediately sat down on the victory seat.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air.

I groaned and stood up, stepping on his foot.

"Oomph!" he screamed in pain.

I beamed as I placed my hands on my hips and said, "Now I'm satisfied."

"I would say that a true man would give in to a woman but then again, you aren't really a man." I smiled.

"And you aren't really a woman."

And suddenly, he grinned. I don't like that look. "If you want to sit so bad, why don't you sit here. Right here." he patted his lap.

I looked at like he had just gone mad. "Have you lost your mind? Oh wait, you never had one anyway." I crossed my arms.

He rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself then..." his smile grew wider. "Coward."

"Call me a coward one more time and I swear I will stuff a tree so far up your ass to the point that if you fart, leaves come out." I threatened him.

He crossed his arms. "A coward is someone who backs down from a challenge. Your challenge is to sit on my lap and you're backing down." he simply explained our current situation.

I laughed. "Sit on you? In public?"

"People will think we're dating anyway, so what?" he said.

Damn it, he has a point. I grumbled and sat on his lap.

He looked smug and I crossed my arms.

"I will fart so hard that your penis will fall out." I grumbled. He laughed and continued watching Paul.

To be perfectly honest, I kind of enjoyed being in this position. In a twisted kind of way...it's nice. And I like it. I allowed myself a little smile.

I turned around to see Dimitri grinning. Oh shit! He can't read minds, can he? Is that even possible? Oh wait, I can read Lissa's mind but I died...he might be an alien or something...

*cue ghostly voice* Diiiimmiiiitriiii...yyooouuuu suuuuuccckkkkk! Iiiiii wiiiiiill kiiiiiiickkk yoooooouuuuur aaaaaaassssss!

Wait, what the fuck am I doing? It's official. I have lost it. I have lost the logical part of my brain. Yippee!

I whipped back around to focus on Paul.

Suddenly, my butt vibrated. And I was 100% sure that wasn't me.

"Did you just fart?" I whipped around to face Dimitri.

"No! My phone vibrated." he defended himself.

"Sureeee it did."

He groaned and dug his hand in his pocket, fishing out his phone.

He took a moment to take a look at it and flashed it to me.

"Look. A text message. THAT'S why it vibrated." he grinned.

"Oh whatever. I'm still going to tell the others you farted." I crossed my arms as he rolled his eyes.

"Hold up, since when do you text?"

"I'm not THAT old, Rose."

"You seem to be. The horrible 80's music isn't helping either." I justified. He simply rolled his eyes once again.

He took a moment to read the text and finally informed me, "My old academy is having a reunion. Do you...do you want to come?"

Me? Go to his reunion? "Why are you asking me?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. They said I could invite one more person so..."

I had to think about this for a moment. "Do you want me to come?"

He paused. "Do you want to come?"

"I...I don't know..." I lied. In truth, I felt like I wanted to go. But it felt weird...

"I'll go." I finally told him.

"Yeah. Okay." he replied.

"Yeap." cue awkward moment...

My attention went back to Paul.

As he continued playing with the other kids, I felt sleepy. I kept getting into Lissa's head in the middle of the night and the thing I saw made me want to claw my eyes out and wash it in acid. I saw Christian. Naked. I shivered at the thought.

I smacked Dimitri's hand away from the armrest and placed my elbow there. I rested my head on my palm and allowed sleep to take over me. Just for a while. A power nap that would take about 20 minutes?

I felt my body relaxed as I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the first thing that hit me was this strong familiar scent. I couldn't feel the wind at my back and oddly enough, it felt like there were arms around me.

Then, it hit me. "OH SHIT!" I exclaimed, standing up.

Dimitri burst into laughter. "You should've seen your face! That was epic!" he said in between laughs.

I smacked my palm on my face. "You're never going to let this go, are you?" I guessed, voice muffled by my palm.

"Nope!" he screamed, still laughing.

"Argh!" I groaned.

Once he gained control of himself, he looked at me and grinned. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Pfft, no I did not. Of course I didn't. Pfft..." I avoided eye contact because in truth, I did like it. It felt so...I don't know, it just felt nice.

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure you didn't?"

"Pfft! Of course. Who would enjoy being in that position with you? It's disgusting." I stuck out my tongue and pointed in my mouth and started making barf sounds. It was a little exaggerated. Okay fine, it was very exaggerated since I sort of liked it.

"Whatever. Just make sure you don't drool on me next time." he grinned.

Hold up, did he say drool?

"What are you saying?" I touched the side of my face. Oh crap! I did drool.

He touched his shirt and made a disgusted sound "Yeah, you didn't drool and my shirt magically became wet."

I rolled my eyes. "Not my fault you sweat a lot. Plus, at least I didn't fart."

Then, he laughed. "Speaking of fart, I felt a slight vibration coming from your ass and it suddenly started to stink."

I looked at him, wide eyed. "You're lying."

He grinned. "You and Adrian are more alike in your sleep than you know."

"Aww come on! Seriously?" I was frustrated now.

"Embarrassed that you farted on me?" he tried to guess.

"No! I'm angry at the fact that I was asleep when I farted on you! Damn it, I knew I should've stayed awake." I complained.

"Your loss then." thank you captain obvious.

"Can we do it again? This time, I promise I'll stay awake when I fart. Or better yet, you can just lay down. I'll position my ass on your face so that you can test the extent of my fart fumes." I folded my arms.

"Oh trust me, I've seen the extent of your fart fumes. Smelled actually. It's a miracle that I'm still alive." he folded his arms as well.

We continued bickering until Paul came up to us.

"Will you play with me? Pleaseee?" he begged his uncle by tugging on his sleeve.

Dimitri laughed and nodded his head as he said "Of course I will. I promised you didn't I?" Pail beamed in delight.

"On one condition though." Dimitri bargained.

"You have to make aunt Rose play as well." he looked smug as we made eye contact.

He turned to me and pulled my arm. "Please please PLEASE?"

"Alright, alright. I will." I smiled at him as he jumped up and screamed "YES!"

We ran, no wait, he ran and dragged the two of us to a small field. People were playing Frisbee, catch, tossing a baseball to and fro. Some were even flying kites on this windy day.

"Okay, Uncle Dimka and I will be the guardians and Aunt Rose can be the Strigoi." Paul explained his plan.

"Why do I have to be the Strigoi?" I protested.

"Cause you're a girl." Was Paul's excuse.

"And also cause you're evil, annoying, irritating, sarcastic, hot-hea-" Dimitri continued for Paul before I cut him off.

"OKAY! I get it." I exclaimed in defeat and rolled my eyes.

"But mostly cause you're a girl." Paul added. Ahh, the young mind. A time where girls hated guys and guys hated girls. Wait till they hit puberty.

"Fine. What am I supposed to do, oh great one?" I asked.

Before Paul answered, Dimitri replied first. "I'm very flattered you called me the great one but you should ask Paul." he grinned.

"I wasn't talking to you, you nut." I rolled my eyes.

"Then don't call for the great one."

"Since when were you the great one?" I fought back. "I actually like Paul so he deserves the title."

And then, someone stomped my foot. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR?"

Paul looked innocent. Key word, LOOKED. "Uncle Dimka says that I should be at my worse when a girl says she likes me at this age."

I turned to Dimitri. "What are you teaching him?"

"And he also said that I shouldn't marry someone named Rose cause it's bad luck." Paul added.

"What the?" I smacked Dimitri at the back of his head.

"Don't listen to your uncle Dimka. There's a reason why he didn't have a girlfriend till the age of 27." I shot Dimitri a look.

"But he has you!" Paul defended his uncle.

"He was desperate."

Dimitri rolled his eyes while Paul giggled.

"Alright buddy, how do we play the game?" Dimitri asked his nephew while ruffling his hair.

"Well, Aunt Rose has to reach that tree before we can catch her. Once we catch her, we have to pin her down and she's dead!" he explained cheerfully.

"Sounds simple enough." Dimitri said.

"Get ready to lose Belikov" I warned him.

"You wish Hathaway."

"READY...GO!" Paul gave the signal and I dashed towards the tree.

I felt the adrenaline pulse through my veins and I used every bit of energy I had to push my legs. I took a quick glance to see Dimitri and Paul running after me.

Dimitri was coming in fast and Paul ain't so bad himself.

"TASTE MY DUST, BELIKOV!" I screamed towards him as I pushed my legs even further.

I turned one last time to see Dimitri pumping as much energy as he can into the run and he was close, so close.

I used the last bit if energy I had to push my legs even further and finally, I reached the end point.

"OH YEAH! KISS MY ASS-" before I could finish rubbing it in his face, something hard slammed into me.

The impact pushed both of us to the ground, with me on the bottom.

"Oomph!" I managed to say when I face the idiot who slammed me to the ground.

"What was that, Belikov?" I demanded. He smirked, not moving from above me.

"Oh, you know, I couldn't control myself and the tree wasn't exactly my preferred target." I rolled me eyes.

"I would prefer it if you hit the tree. Makes you slam your ass against it and scream in pain. Oh the joy." he laughed and I felt his chest rumble.

A few silent moments later, Paul came up from behind us and jumped on Dimitri, causing him to not only press closer to me, but to actually let his lips come into contact with mine.

Paul got off of Dimitri screaming "THAT WAS FUN! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" but his uncle wasn't paying much attention.

He was busy looking into my eyes. I would be lying if I said I didn't feel that jolt of electricity when his lips met mine briefly.

Before I knew it, he leaned down and finished what his nephew started for him. He kissed me.

He had both hands on my sides to support his weight, preventing me from escaping. Thing is, I didn't want to escape.

So I did what my brain protested against. I kissed him back. I wouldn't even dream of touching him a few weeks ago but now, I'm actually kissing him.

It was as if my lips had a mind of their own as they were in sync with Dimitri's lips.

"Uncle Dimka!" Paul interrupted.

Dimitri stiffened and was shocked. He looked embarrassed at what he just did and he pulled me back up.

I wanted to tell him not to be ashamed because I secretly liked it too.

I turned around to see Paul jumping up and down, covering his crotch area.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I REALLY REALLY NEED TO PEE!" He exclaimed.

I heard Dimitri swear in Russian. I looked around and realized why. There wasn't a single toilet in sight.

"Uncle Dimkaaaa!" Paul whined, still jumping.

Dimitri looked around in hopes of a toilet appearing out of thin air.

And then, he faced me. "PEE ON ROSE! PEE ON ROSE!" he ordered his nephew.

"WHAT? No no nooo... Pee on your uncle! Pee on your uncle!" I screamed back.

Poor Paul was confused now.

"I can't take it much longerrrrr!" he shinned again.

That was when Dimitri scooped him up and ran as fast as he could, trying to find a toilet.

He continued running until he finally found one. I chased after him as he set Paul down and he ran towards the toilet.

When I finally caught up to him, I saw that his shirt was wet.

"Did he pee on you?" I could barely contain my laughter.

"What?" he questioned, looking down on his wet shirt.

"No way in hell is this pee. Paul's ten. He can control his urine." he touched his wet shirt.

"Yeah. Sureeee he can. But he was really really urgent!" I mimicked Paul.

Just then, Paul returned.

He looked apologetic. "I think I sort of...kind of...peedonyou" he mumbled.

"Oh HELL no." Dimitri grumbled.

"I'm sorry!" His nephew screamed. "I couldn't hold it in anymore. And you were carrying me and we went BOING BOING BOING." he mimicked the action of how his uncle carried him with him going up and down in Dimitri's arms.

Dimitri pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong Dimitri? Stressed?" I teased.

"No. It stinks." he replied and I launched into a fit of laughter.

"Paul, you're my new best friend." I told him between laughs.

Dimitri sighed and took of his shirt, showing off all his muscles.

It's pretty surprising to say that even though I've been sleeping with him (hold up, not SLEEPING with him but sleeping with him. With actually sleep.) without his shirt on, I'm still not used to it.

It wasn't everyday that you see a really buff dude stripping off his shirt, showing off all his abs, in the park. Obviously we had a few people passing by who apparently lost control of their eyes.

But I can't help but feel a wee bit jealous. I mean, I'm marrying the guy but I'm divorcing him anyway. We have to stick to the plan. Get married. Fool everyone including Noah. Divorce. Stick to it, Hathaway.

Dimitri had a hand on my shoulder. "I think we should head back now. I stink."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you always?"

He laughed. "That's cause I've been around you for too long."

"Hey! Hand off my shoulder. That hand is covered with Paul's pee." I complained as I smacked his hand away.

And then, he grinned. Oh shit.

He tried to touch my face and I smacked his hand away, leaning back.

"No way."

His grin grew wider. "Oh come on, I know how you absolutely love it when I touch your face."

I backed away. "HELL no."

"TOUCH!" he screamed and I ran.

I turned around to find him running after me and this time, he caught me.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.

I was not leaning against his chest, his arm protectively around me. He held out a finger and touched my nose.

"Touch." he whispered and beamed. I could smell the rich scent of his aftershave.

And then, I felt like I was being smacked in the face with reality. I was in his arms. Leaning into him.

He looked like he had the same expression as me when his smile dropped.

"Umm, sorry." he mumbled as he let me go.

Awkward? Very.

"I think we better head back..." he said as Paul appeared beside him.

I shook my head. "You guys go. I think I'll walk around for a little longer and head back. I need some alone time."

"Do you know the way?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm Rosemarie Hathaway. Are you questioning my badass-ness?" I folded my arms.

He raised an eyebrow. "Alright then." he threw Paul over his shoulder and Paul squirmed.

"Hey!"

"It's faster." his uncle explained. "Don't pee on me again." he pleaded.

Paul laughed and nodded.

I watched them walk away and I started walking. To be honest, I've no idea where I'm going and how to get back. But I needed some time to think. I needed to think about Dimitri. Am I really falling in love with him?

So there you go. I'm sorry if it's not that good. I started writing the chapter on Dimitri's reunion with help from my friends. We crapped so much that most of it is in the chapter. It involves pick up lines, farts(Which most of you like when it comes to Adrian's farts) and a shit of a lot more. Rose gets to know about Dimitri back in those days. And what if she finds out something else?

Okay okay, I'm going to shut up now and continue writing the next chapter. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

It really makes my day. Come on people, I stare at math problems and test papers every single day(I know. Tests every day? Are you sure? Yeah, i'm not joking. it's insane.). Reviews are lovely. Awesome would be an understatement THANKS!

Lydia.