Catrine really wants Cupid, but now's time for her radio show! I hope you enjoy the fourth chapter and I'd love to get a review as well.

Chapter 4: 555-LOVE

"Hey, Catrine, are you particularly good at anything related to computers?" Chariclo asked me as she plugged in a charger and turned on her laptop. I was in her hotel suite and it was around fifteen to nine in the evening. She was in one of the most luxurious hotels in the city. I had gotten little rain on Chariclo, her drawing, and I so my outfit wasn't drenched nor was hers (unless you consider her homemade blood bandage soaked in a different way). I still felt affreux about the previous event, but Chariclo would always try to snap me out of it if I showed any sign of sadness. That was made much obvious during our room service dinner.

I sat on her bed which was right by a desk where she was setting up a bunch of equipment for something. She still refused to tell me what she does exactly and it was starting to bother me, however I could tell the time was coming so I chose to wait.

"I am an artiste raffiné not a génie de l'informatique" I informed her rather bluntly.

"I suppose that's true. I was just hoping this process could go by a bit quicker, but it's no big deal considering that I still have time," she replied cheerily as she plugged a microphone into the laptop.

. . .

It was one to nine and she had everything set up. Her laptop was on a webpage where she could 'livestream her voice'. At that point I had a general idea as to what she was, she was one of those people with her own radio show. She had brought one of those machines used for callers hooked up to her computer which she explained some zombie made for her (personally I've never known zombies to be intellectuel prior). She took a deep breath and straightened her posture and hit a button on her microphone.

"Hello listeners and lovers, it me, C.A. Cupid the goddess of love! I am in the très magnifique city of love known as Scaris! It's around nine o'clock in the evening here, but for Monster High lunch should have just started for some of you. I know it may be inconvenient for some to be listening on your phones or computer rather than the normal radio, it's what I have to do until the week after Valentine's. Speaking of Valentine's that's why I've made sure to set up with web radio, this is my busiest time of year. In case your one of the many lovers who needs some help, be sure to call the number 555-555-LOVE, or 555-555-5683, my normal number," she smiled as she spoke in here normal voice which hardy seems to pause. As soon as she read off her number the telephone machine rang in multiple areas and she flicked one of the several switches.

"Hello caller number one. You're on with the goddess of love. Tell me, what matters to your heart?" she asked endearingly into the microphone.

"H-h-hi Cupid, you see, I'm very conflicted. I'm in love with two ghouls and I don't know which one to be my Valentine. One of the used to be my ghoulfriend but now when I've tried to get her to understand my true love for her but she just rejects me. The other one is just a great friend to me and it truly lovely. I'm not sure how I feel about her on a romantic scale because of the first girl, but I don't want to be Valentine-less on Valentine's Day. Who do I choose?" a male voice asked through the phone was being broadcast on the air.

"Girl number one obviously doesn't have interest in you anymore. She may have at one point and if you would want any chance to get back with her it's best that you talk to her on a casual level and don't force her into anything. You should maybe ask her why she avoids you know if she hasn't told you before," she started to go on with her advice and to be honest, it gave me a little idea.

"I'll be right back, " I whispered to her as I dashed into the restroom with my purse which had my iCoffin in it. I sat down on the closed toilette and took out my phone. I breathed in and out and took out the phone. "It was 555-555-5683," I whispered to myself as I dialed the number. I hoped she didn't pick callers in order sometimes just because I knew she'd want to know as to why I'd be in there so long.

I waited maybe a good twenty-five minutes before she put me on the air. I obviously could tell that she wasn't lying about this being her busiest time of the year. I knew some werecats could mimic voices, but I never tried it before then so it was really a risqué move for me to play. Before talked to her I tried to transform my voice into a male American.

"Hello caller number ten! You're on with the goddess of love! Tell me, what matters to your heart," she greeted me on the phone.

"Hello Cupid," I replied to her in a bien attempt on being an American boo. I got the main American sound well, but this guy Cupid thought she was talking to had a fairly high pitched voice. "I was actually a bit more curious about you than me. I know I like this girl that's lot like you in personality and tastes so I was wondering. How would I impress you this Valentine's day?" I asked her.

"Well no one's really asked me about me before so this is a bit weird for me. However, I'm going to be honest… There are three things I adore and to be honest, if anyone got me at least two of them I'd love them for at least for a week. I adore pink and black roses, they're my favorite flower for their wonderful fragrance and how romantic they are. The second is a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and I like them for the same reasons as roses. The final thing is cupcakes, any flavor of cake and frosting does for me as long as they have sprinkles. Though I will say red velvet is specifically delicious. Does that answer your question caller number ten?" she answered with high enthusiasm. It was almost mignon the way she said it.

"Ou- I mean yes it does, thanks very much!" I almost blew my cover and hung up before I could blow it anymore. I took a sigh of relief when it was over and took note of everyone on my iCoffin. Rose and noir roses, chocolates, and cupcakes; each as equally sweet as her which didn't seem too surprising. I decided to make myself like I fixed myself up while inside which is why I took so long before leaving. I finally came back and sat on her bed while she was in the middle of a call. I sat down a listened to her giving advice to each caller until ten which is when she went off the air.

"That one caller is really making me crave some cupcakes now," she sighed as she closed her laptop and got up.

"Are they a favorite sweet of yours?" I asked trying to seem as if I wasn't the caller.

"Yes, actually, they're my favorite food in general. I'm actually getting a tad sleepy so I'm going to get ready for bed and take a shower. I don't know about you going home or anything, but if you're able to stay here and you want to I can .set down the couch cushions and get some spare pillows and blankets for you. I don't know what to do for pajamas unless you fit my spare," she answered me with a yawn.

"If you're willing I'd love to. I've never stayed overnight in such a fantaisiste room," I said graciously to her.

"Happy to give you the experience then, I'll be back eventually," she said as she started to place her things into the bathroom and eventually went inside. Little did she know what I had done in there not to long ago.

Cupid's starting to grow attached to Catrine, where could this be going? Who knows I write these chapters as I go, all I know is how it'll end and a general idea of things to do next. Anyway here's the French translations.

affreux = awful

artiste raffiné = fine artist

génie de l'informatique = computer genius

intellectuel = intellectual

bien = okay

mignon = cute