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RITA

"Nice shirt," Yvette smirks.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing! It's a nice shirt!" Yvette insists.

"I hate you," I pout.

Yvette only laughs harder and cranks up the radio.

Seriously though, what's wrong with this shirt?

"Where are we going?"

Yvette turns and smiles at me. Not her usual cheeky grin or coy smirk, but a real, legit, smile.

"It's a surprise."

I shrug, and we drive in silence for the next twenty minutes or so. Finally, Yvette drives the car to a stop and we appear in what seems to be like the edge of the beach.

"C'mon, slow poke," Yvette says, turning her engine off and pulling her windbreaker on.

She leads me down a winding road – correction, it was barely a road, more of a footpath that I highly suspected only Yvette used. The sun was coming down a little bit, and I am kind of scared that we can't get out of here later.

But, Yvette seemed confident of where we were walking, and after all, I could still hear the sound of waves crashing along the shore, so I follow her without questioning her intentions.

After ten minutes of walking, the bushes started to clear up and a rock wall forced the road to a grinding halt.

Yvette sits down and hangs her leg on the side of the wall, patting the spot beside her. I sit down and mimic her position.

"Wow, what a great surprise," I say sarcastically.

Yvette rolls her eyes.

"The sunset here is really good."

That's all the words we exchange as we sat in silence for fifteen minutes, watching the sun go down. As I contemplated whether I should go ahead and kiss her, Yvette suddenly stands and says, "Let's go, I don't wanna be late to meet Rachel."

Rachel. God damned it.

"Hey Tim," Yvette says, " This is my friend, Yvette, and her friend, Rita!"

I sense animosity in Rachel's voice, but I ignore it.

Tim smiles, "Awww, you guys are such a cute couple! I saw y'all when I was walking in. So cute."

"What?" I say, laughing nervously.

"No! Rachel's my date tonight!" Yvette insists, sticking her tongue out at me.

"You sure? You guys were almost sucking face like, just a second ago," Tim continues.

"We play a couple on screen," I say, shrugging.

"Aww that's even cuter!"

"Hey Tim," Yvette says, "you know who's cute? Rachel."

Yvette smirks, leans towards her left, and proceeds to "suck face" with Rachel for about fifteen seconds.

I smile awkwardly for the rest of the dinner.

"Hey, could you like, drive my ride back to your place and I'll pick it up tomorrow or something?"

I'm sitting at the bar, alone, when Yvette decides to slide into the chair beside me.

"Also, why so lonely? You know Tim's totally into you, right? He was flirting with you the whole night and he totally only asked if we were a couple just so he could check if you were single. Which you are. Which is why you should go ahead and follow him home."

I let Yvette continue her monologue for a while.

"You know I don't do one-nighters!" I whine. I don't want her to think I was grumpy or anything because she was out sticking her tongue down someone's throat. Because I shouldn't be.

Except I'm in love with her. Good going, Volky.

"Maybe you should start trying. One-nighters help take your mind off…" she pauses, glances at me for a second before looking back at her drink, "Stuff."

"Stuff?" I echo.

"Yeah… stuff."

"Like what stuff?" I probe.

"Like…falling in love with people you aren't supposed to fall in love with."

I look at Yvette, and for a second, I almost believed that she was in love with me.

"Oh. Your Matador cast?'

Monreal hesitates, but quickly covers it up.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone."

"Okay."

We drink in silence for a few seconds.

"Give me your keys. You can collect your ride tomorrow. And have fun with Rachel," I say as the desperate to please brunette ambles towards us.

"Ready to go back to my place?" Rachel asks, throwing a dirty look in my direction.

"Yeah!" Yvette smirks, mouthing a quick thank-you to me before dropping the car keys on the table and walking off with Rachel.

"Bye…" I shout after her, but it gets lost in a sea of drunken slurs.

"You are in love with her, aren't you?"

I turn around to find the bartender smiling at me as he wiped a scotch glass.

"Yeah. Pathetic, eh."

"Maybe you just haven't found the right guy to please you," he says lecherously.

"Screw you," I say, throwing a drink in his face.

I turn the radio up as I adjusted the side mirrors and car seat.

I mentally note that Yvette's legs are much lengthier than mine, and her vision is kinda weird. But knowing her, she probably didn't care much about whether her side mirrors were adjusted properly. Just as I reach to release the handbrake, Katie calls me.

"So, how is it?"

"Great!"

"Shit. What did she do?"

"She stuck her tongue down Rachel's throat."

"Okay, here's what you're going to do. Drive her car to your place and I'll meet you there first thing in the morning, just so I'm there when she comes, okay?"

I finally convince Katie that I am okay enough to drive home and she hangs up. I put the phone down and dissolve into a sobbing mess.

5 minutes later, I see Yvette stumbling after a blue mini van. I wipe my tears away and pull up next to her. It's completely dark except for the light coming out from the car's control panel. I wind the glass window down and she turns to look at me.

"Hey!" she says, still managing to smirk at me. She leans down so that her eye level meets mine.

"Thank god you're still here. Rachel's…I…bitches be like cra-"

I stick my head out of the car window, grab the back of her head, and kiss her like there was no tomorrow.

By the time we pulled apart, there was only one word going through my mind.

F**K.