MATT'S POV

It was so cute seeing Cat sitting there with the dogs. In fact, even now when I was sitting there with them, I felt like the dogs liked her better than me. The bigger one was lying right next to her with his head resting on her lap.

I knew I was slowly going insane when I suddenly started thinking that my head should be resting there instead of the dog's. I mean, get your shit together, Sanders, who the fuck is jealous of a dog?


"Matt?" I heard her voice from somewhere far away. Immediately, I snapped out of my trance. She was still sitting right next to me and looked at me with those intense green eyes. "Sorry, I was just..." I said. "Don't worry about it. I asked if you wanted the last drops of the wine," she replied with one of her beautiful smiles.

"Uhm, go ahead," I replied and threw her a dimpled smile. "Sooo, about that canoeing thing?" she asked with a grin, and I immediately jumped up. I'm so glad I brought Cat. She's an action person, just like me. If there was anything that really bothered me about Val, it was that she never wanted to do fun things like rafting or paintball or anything.

And at once, I felt even better about that whole Val-situation. Maybe she wasn't the best choice for me anyway. I mean, our relationship was on pins and needles most of the time, so maybe we were right to end it by ending everything, not by starting something new, even more serious.


Not even ten minutes later, we were equipped with a life vest and a canoe for two. "Let's do this," I grinned, and Cat's eyes sparkled like they used to when we were ... Oh shit, shouldn't have been thinking about that. My bad. Sorry down there. My poor dick was getting tortured by my dirty thoughts.

I still wished they wouldn't come, though, in some strange way I found comfort in them, too. They meant something, right? That Val wasn't that prominent in my head anymore. That I could imagine sleeping with someone else. Though, I didn't manage to do it with that Toni chick, I thought with an interior sigh, but maybe the reason why right now, I can only imagine something with Cat is that I trust her, that I like her... Whatever.

By now, I decided I had to stop wondering why those thoughts occurred and to stop trying to block them out. The only thing that counted was that I didn't actually let them become reality. I mean, there's only one way to ruin a good, platonic friendship between a guy and a girl and that's sex.

If you have sex, everything becomes way more difficult. And although I could have, a lot actually, I never had groupies. In my opinion, and I knew it is really old-fashioned, you need to trust a girl to have sex with her. After all, you can't un-screw someone. Does that make sense? The guys all laughed at me when I turned down so many beautiful girls, even Cat did. Though, sometimes when she performed with us, she got hit on, too. And she never took an interest in any of them. But then again, she was a girl.


We steered the canoe away from the shore, not in any particular direction. The sea was like a mirror with zero waves, which was unusual. So we were told by the boat guy, after all. He'd said that normally, there were giant waves and most people didn't even dare go into the water, though it wasn't dangerous. Anyway, now was a great time.

When we were about a mile away from the shore, we carefully turned the canoe around and took a look at the island. It was breathtaking, really. The crystal clear, slightly turquoise colored water, the green island with the long white beaches that appeared almost untouched by mankind, the turtle swimming right next to us.

"Matt, look," Cat screamed excitedly and pointed to a big animal flying over us. It was a bat, definitely, but its face looked like a ... dog? "It's a fruitbat," she explained, "I read about them. They're endemic to the Seychelles. And they're the only bats known to man that feed on fruit." So, fruitbat, huh?

// Hey look I even found a picture for one of these haha, enjoy //
Man, everything was perfect. I have a feeling that I'm gonna enjoy this holiday.



CAT'S POV

It started to rain with the craziest intensity ever shortly after we arrived at the shore. It was nothing like I'd ever seen before, that was for sure. The rain was warm and the drops were incredibly big. Matt and I looked at each other for a brief moment, nodded and then started to run as if our life depended on it. "It's rain season, unfortunately," Matt said as he handed me a towel on our porch. I quickly wrapped it around me and entered our room before the towel was fully soaked.

"That was crazy," I laughed as I sat down on the bed, "I've never seen anything like this before." "Me neither," he said, "I didn't expect it to be that strong." He disappeared into the bathroom to change while I stayed on my bed, experiencing pains in my back as soon as I sat down.

What is wrong with my back today? I wondered. Ever since that long flight it felt almost sore. I slowly felt up my back with my fingers until i finally found the spot where all the pain came from. A vertebra in the middle of my back was obviously dislocated. I sighed as I started moving my upper body in the hope of relocating it, but I didn't succeed. The muscles around it were too cramped, so they held the hurting vertebra in the wrong place.

"Something wrong?" Suddenly, Matt was standing in the middle of the room. I inhaled sharply and he grinned. He'd obviously not expected to surprise me. "It's fine," I said with a brave smile. "Really?" How nice, Matty Deathbatty cares. D'awh.


"Well, I think I have this dislocated stupid vertebra and I can't get it back in," I replied. "This may seem odd but do you want a quick massage?" Matt offered.
What. is. wrong. with. you. Sanders? I mean, apart from the fact that you're really sexy when you're shirtless, why would you fucking massage my back?

"Uhm, that'd be nice," I heard myself say. Good job Cat. Let him do his work. He motioned me to lie down on my stomach, and I did as I was told. "Do you mind if I open that?" he said as he tugged at my bikini top's clasp. "Suit yourself."

After a second, I felt his warm, soft fingers carefully rubbing up and down my sore muscles. You're good at that, Sanders, I thought surprised. "There, right?" he said as he touched the center of my pain. "Yeah," I howled. He continued for a while and it did soothe the pain.

Suddenly, the vertebra popped back where it belonged and I could practically feel Matt's smug grin as he closed my bikini top again. I don't need to see that guy, I thought while turning around, to know what kind of look he - wait.

I didn't expect to see the look he was suddenly giving me, and to be honest, I had no clue what it meant.

Notes

Uh-oh... what's going to happen?

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