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-One Week Later-

~Catherine~

A week has passed since my incident with Zeke, and I must admit I'm feeling better about it. They finally arrested him and we went to court to have the judge sign my restraining order. I haven't seen or heard from him since. Vincent and I hang out a lot now, but now that I'm starting classes tomorrow I'm really going to miss seeing him. After our sort of argument, I felt bad about the things I had said to him….so I went to his apartment and asked him if he still wanted to go on that date, surprisingly he said yes. I like being friends with Vincent…its really nice to have somebody in my life that I can share just about anything with. When he told me he was moving to the apartment above his club, I was pretty sad to know he was leaving and that he would no longer be my neighbor. Heather moved into the apartment with me to help with the bills since I quit my job at the Law Firm. I thought dad would hate me for it, but he was fully understanding, and he was truly happy that I had signed up for classes. Tonight Vincent's club opens and me and Tess decided we would be his first clubbers haha. I'm actually excited because I haven't went clubbing since my 21st birthday, which that had actually turned into a disaster….long story short, I got drunk and I talked the bartenders head off about unicorns. Yes, go ahead and laugh at me, it doesn't embarrass me anymore. I feel like me and Vincent have a connection, but honestly my feelings have actually grew for this man. I don't know if the feeling is mutual, but I don't intend on throwing myself out there at him anytime soon…or anytime at all. He probably don't even care for me in the same way as I care for him. So it doesn't really matter, right?

As I begin to finish up some last minute paperwork for my classes, I get a knock at the door that tells me it's Vincent due to the knocking code he started after my attack. I approached the door and instead of opening it, I code knocked back.

"Very funny Catherine. You going to let me in? Or are we going to talk in mores code through your door all morning?"

I couldn't help but laugh at his comment as I opened the door. "Hi, Vincent."

"Hey! I just wanted to come over to see how you was doing."

"I'm good actually. I was just filling out more paperwork for the college. Come in."

We walked to the fire escape, which I must say that is my favorite place to be now…and a lot of it has to do with the person who stands there with me almost everytime I go out there.

"So, have you heard of the new club opening tonight? I hear its really going to be the best night club in the city." I said jokingly and we both let out a laugh.

"Thanks Catherine. I know you're trying to help me calm my nerves and I appreciate it."

"Is it working?"

"Haha, yes but don't get all too excited about it cause as soon as I leave here I have to go pick up JT to help me prep the place and all the nerves that left will soon be back."

"I think you will do fine Vincent. Besides, you worked there before so you know what your doing, right?"

"Well, yes, but its been a while."

"Well just so you know, I like my martini's dirty."

Oh god! Did I seriously just say that? Change the subject. Quick!

"Vincent I promise, you will do fine. It will all come naturally once you get behind the bar. I just know it."

"Thanks Catherine. And I guess I will be finding all that out in 3 hours. I have to go and get JT but I'll see you later?"

"Of course! I'll see you then."

~Vincent~

A lot has happened in the past week. I moved to the upstairs of the club to keep close watch of it…I didn't fully want to because of Catherine cause I like her. I hated leaving her there, but we had already talked about it. She quit her job at the law firm because she signed up for classes to become an artist. Who knew she had such great talent? That woman could draw! After leaving her apartment, I couldn't help but smile. She has took such a huge impact on my life and I just can't explain in words how she makes me feel. I know one thing is for certain, I think that I'm falling for her. I just can't control my feelings when were together. We are friends and I wouldn't want to screw that up just because I want to be with her. I would rather have her in my life as a friend rather than nothing at all, and I don't think I could live without her in my life. Things have gotten pretty weird between us, not in a bad way, just we come up with the craziest things. Like on one of our dates, JT and Tess joined us to a game of laser tag and Catherine didn't really know the object of the game. We had joined teams, the guys vs. the girls and oh my god it was too funny to forget. Catherine and Tess totally lost that night. The best part of that date was when me and Catherine ran into each other and fell to the ground laughing. She's an amazing person and I am so lucky to have met her.

As I arrive at JT's, he comes out with a box which apparently had too much stuff in it due to his struggles making it to the car. I hop out to help him and I asked, "What's in the box?"

"It's a surprise so I can't tell you. I can tell you it's stuff to put into club."

"Whatever JT, don't hurt yourself putting it in."

"Alright, alright! It's pictures of all of us guys in high school and college. I thought you might like them. I also have a bunch of frames in there too so we could hang some of them up….now can you help me get them in the car, huh?"

We placed the box into the back seat of my car and got in. "Pictures, huh. That's nice of you JT. Thanks man."

"Okay, we have 2 hours to get the place stocked and ready to go! So lets put our pedals to the metal and get on with it."

I pulled out and head towards the club as I responded, "Pedals to the metal? JT that phrase is kind of dead now. So not cool. Haha."

"Well Tess seems to think I'm pretty cool. She's amazing V, she really is."

I know the feeling buddy….I know the feeling.

"Yeah? How's that going anyways?"

"Going great! I really like her. And what about Catherine?"

"What about me and Catherine? Were just friends."

"Oh come on V…don't try that were just friends crap with me. You can't hide it from me…it's written all over your face. The way you both act around each other when your together, not to mention the epic stares you both share. Come on, pa-leese! It's obvious that you like her more than a friend."

I swear when it came to JT, he always knew how I really felt. Sometimes it was annoying.

"It's not like the feelings are mutual JT. So yes, we are just friends."

"No….it's not just you that I noticed, it was Catherine too. I think you should make a move V. What do you have to lose?"

"A friendship. JT, I am perfectly fine with being just friends with Catherine. And I think your reading the signals wrong. She doesn't have a thing for me."

"Okay…maybe I am reading the signals wrong, but at least I got a confession out of you."

"JT if you say something I swear I'll….."

"No worries big guy. I won't say a word."

"You better not!"

"I won't."

As we arrive to the club, I grab the box of photos and frames and carry them on inside. JT headed for the back of the club to bring out some ice to put inside of the cooler for the bar while I went through the box of photos. One was of me and William; he had me in a head lock and we both were looking at the camera smiling. Good times. Another was of my mother and father along with several aunts and uncles of mine at a family reunion back in the 90s. Then I saw one of me and JT in high school when we played football together, well JT didn't really play…he was the water boy haha.

After going through a lot of the photos, I decided to start framing most of them and hung them up on the walls. JT made his way over to the music stand to check the computer to make sure everything was working. I went to the back and grabbed a crate of beer to put inside the cooler while JT checked the bathrooms to make sure toilet paper was in every stand.

We finally were finished prepping, and only had 5 minutes until it was time to open the doors. "I'll be right back JT. I'm going to go change."

When I entered my small apartment, I rushed to the bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a light blue cotton button up shirt to put on over my white muscle shirt. I went into the bathroom and sprayed myself with some Axe cologne and headed back downstairs to open the door.

~Catherine~

Tess and I were walking up the street to Kellers and I began to feel pretty nervous. I always developed butterflies every time I knew I was going to be around Vincent. I just couldn't help it. Each step I took had me closer to the club, and that's when the tension got even more real. Heather was supposed to be meeting us there but I suppose she was running late.

"Tess, are you sure I look okay?"

"Honey, you look hot! Maybe Mr. Right will be here, who knows."

Yeah, who knows….maybe I already knew who Mr. Right was, but too scared to even admit it.

Heather finally arrived, along with crowds of other people and we all lined up at the door. Finally when the clock hit 9pm, JT opened the door. People were crowding in, and the club was filling up fast. Tess, Heather, and I went to one of the booths and took our jackets off. When we made our way over to the bar, Vincent was struggling to keep up with everybody's orders….so I hopped back there to help. I knew nothing at all about bartending but I was willing to try to help him.

As I began to make a couple of drafts of beer, the hose slipped out of my hand causing me to spray myself. I gasped as the cold beverage ran down my dress and I noticed Vincent laughing at me as he tossed me a towel to dry off. I put my hair up into a bun because I was burning up from the amount of people inside the club.

"I got this Catherine, go on and have fun. Thanks for the help, I appreciate it!" he had to yell over the music in order for me to hear him.

"Thank you!"

Note to self, never become a bartender…too much work, and you are liable to get sprayed by beer out of a hose while making drafts.

I finally found Tess and Heather, "Cat! Where have you been? Me and Heather were looking for you."

"I was helping Vincent serve drinks."

"You two have a thing or something?"

Why would Tess think that? I know I have a thing for him, but I seriously doubt he has a thing for me. Plus I haven't told anybody about my feelings for Vincent.

"Yeah Cat…do you?" Heather mocked Tess.

"No! Were just friends."

"Uh-huh, sure." Said Tess as she rolled her eyes and took another sip of her beer. "Let's go dance!" she added as she grabbed my hand and dragged me and Heather on the dance floor. The beat was going good…I could feel every beat of the song pound my chest as we danced to the music together. I looked over to see Vincent was staring at me, then looked away as our eyes met. Was he just checking me out?

Tess and Heather take off for the bar while I go sit down at the booth. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped up when I saw that it was Zeke.

"Cat, please…just hear me out…"

"No! Get away from me!" I said as I walked away from him. He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back to him as he whispered in my ear, "You don't want to make a scene in your boyfriend's bar…now lets go outside and talk."

He was right. I didn't want Vincent's first night to be ruined because of me, so I agreed to go outside with Zeke.

We step into the alley beside of the building as he began saying, "Cat I am so sorry for what I did to you. I took it too far. I don't know what came over me, I just snapped."

"You got that right! You took it way too far Zeke, just like you are now. Your not supposed to be around me within 100 ft. Now I'm warning you, either you leave or I'll call the cops. I don't want to be around you, I don't want to be with you. So leave me alone!"

As I walked away and back into the club, I walk over to Tess and Heather, who were talking to Vincent. "I want to go home."

"What? Why Cat, we just got here." Said Heather.

"I don't feel so well, can we please go?"

Tess obviously knew something was up, so she asked, "Did something happen?"

I grabbed one of Tess' shots and slung my head back as I drank it. I handed it to Vincent and said, "Can I have another one?"

Heather looked at me funny as she said, "Cat? Are you okay?"

I drank down the second shot then turned towards the girls and said, "You know what? I'm starting to feel better already." I said as I grabbed Heather and Tess by the wrist and drug them to the dance floor.

Why should I let Zeke stop me from having a time?

Heather, Tess and I began dancing together again when I felt a hang snake around my waist and I turned to Zeke. I slapped his hand off of me and pushed him, "I told you to leave me alone. What part of a restraining order don't you understand?"

Tess came to my defense by saying, "I'm calling the police." And she walked off and headed to the bar. Vincent approached and asked me if I was okay. I nodded and Zeke started laughing, "So that's my replacement? Hey guy friend, let me give you some advice…she likes it rough."

"I'm giving you 2 options, either leave on your own, or I'll escort you out." Vincent said.

Zeke put his hands up while smiling, "No problems friend. I'll leave willingly. But don't be surprised if she moans my name instead of yours."

Vincent turned around and punched him. I gasped, "Vincent!" and I grabbed his arm and begged him to leave it alone. He got up and he faced me then back to Zeke as he said, "If you so choose to go near Catherine again, I'll make you wish that you was never born. Now get out of my club!"

Zeke finally left and Vincent turned towards me, "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine Vincent. Seriously, where did that come from?"

"He shouldn't have talked about you like that. I'm sorry if I upset you."

"It's fine. Thank you for defending me, Vincent."

~Vincent~

The next morning, I am awakened by a knock at the door. I get out of bed and dress, then head for the door. When I open it, Catherine is standing there holding two wine glasses, a bottle of wine, and a letter wearing the biggest smile I could ever imagine on her face.

"Shall we celebrate?" she said as she waved her letter in the air.

"Celebrate what?"

She walks inside of my apartment and I shut the door as she sits the two glasses on the table. She pops the cork out of the wine bottle and begins pouring, handing me a glass along with the letter.

"What's this?"

"Read it!"

The letter read:

Dear Ms. Chandler,

We are pleased to inform you that you made it into the Paris College of Art. Your artwork has been the best we have seen in the past 4 months, and we would be thrilled to have you as a student. Enclosed is a one way plane ticket for Paris, France where I will personally pick you up. It would also be an honor if you would allow us to enter your work into the "Fenetre de l'amour" (Window of Love) exibit next month, and hopefully be there to show it off. Your ticket is dated for the 22nd (in 2 weeks) and I hope to see you at the airport when I come to pick you up. This offer is only being offered once, so if you decline, we are sorry to hear that. Please let me know by signing below and returning this letter by next week letting me know if you are interested. Thank you so much for your beautiful work! We hope to see you soon.

Michelle Compton

Dean of Paris College of Art

I can feel my heart begin to break. I look up at her and she had this innocent look on her face.

"I got in Vincent….I had sent in some of my art a few months back and they just sent this letter to me telling me I was accepted into their school. Words can't even describe how happy I am! It's a dream come true and I wanted to celebrate it with you."

I was speechless, looking back and forth from the letter to her….she can't leave me.

"Wow, Catherine. This is…..it's great."

"What's wrong Vincent? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, uhm….actually can we celebrate this later? I actually have something I need to do at the club. I'm sorry, uhm….Congratulations! I'm happy for you."

That was the hardest thing I could have said yet….I think I might be falling in love with her and now she's leaving.

She placed her hand on my shoulder and said sarcastically, "Awww, your going to miss me. It's okay though, I'll be back in 6 months. Time will fly right by and before ya know it, I'll be standing in your doorway. I wish I could take you with me, but I can't."

This is really killing me right now. Should I tell her not to go? No, I couldn't tell her that. Look at how happy she is, I couldn't be the reason she didn't fulfil her dreams. Besides that would be selfish of me…and were not together anyways. What am I going to do?

**A/N: I'm crying right now because of the end of this chapter. It was being fully pictured in my head as I wrote it. Tissue anybody? Lol. I went about this chapter a week later from chapter 4 because I kept getting stuck, and I did not want to bore you lol. I hope you like this chapter, as I enjoyed writing it. It may be a couple of days before I update Chapter 6 but no worries, the story will continue on for several more chapters. Thank you for your reviews on the last chapter. Okay, question: Will Vincent tell her how he feels about her? Or will he pretend to be okay with it? What do you think Catherine thinks about his reaction and why? Post your answers in your review. Thanks so much reading, your all so great! Love you all! You know what to do : )**