MATTS POV

"No, no, no, no," Cat screamed in shock and I felt her touch electrify me as her hand slapped my arm hard. "THIS is the first gear, top left, for the bazillionth time!" I stalled the engine of the before-christ-built Toyota that was so small my head touched the top.

I turned to face her and growled, "this is the first fucking time in my life I'm driving a fucking stick, and then I'm sitting on the wrong side of the car and I'm driving on the wrong side of the road, so pardon me!" Her eyes sparkled with annoyance. "You're not driving on any road, you didn't get that far yet, you bummer!" I didn't say anything.

I just put my foot on the clutch again and tried to start the engine again. Tried. Cat laughed hysterically. "Is it weird that we didn't even get out of the parking lot after 40 minutes?" I asked with a dumb voice and she laughed even harder.

There goes my adventure, I thought and Cat gasped for air from laughing too hard. She was so beautiful, so natural, so wild.
Just one look at her and suddenly, I didn't care anymore that we were in one of the most beautiful places in the world, all I thought about was how much I enjoyed this beautiful creature's company. It was as if I'd never stopped caring about her in that way, of that I was sure now, and maybe it was true.

"Matt, let me," she grunted angrily and opened the door. We switched places and at her second attempt, managed to get the engine running. "Beginner's luck," I murmured. Finally, we managed to get out onto the road and Cat carefully steered the tiny car onto the winding, steep roads.

"There are no crash barriers, just saying," I teased her, but she kept her concentrated look and although there were steep stone cliffs next to the road I didn't feel scared once. I felt safe with that tiny creature beside me, felt protected.
I knew it was wrong to compare my crush on Cat to my long-term relationship with Valary, but I found myself wondering if I'd ever felt that safe with her. From what I remembered, I'd felt protective only. And I'd thought that was fine.


When Cat first performed Chapter Four with us, we had a whole different perception of the song. She just sang the vocals in the verses while I screamed over them. We, and by that I mean Jimmy, put a lot of thought in it.
I was the angry, worldly Cain, killing my brother Abel and taking the consequences while Cat, wearing a bright white dress, looking as innocent as she could, was some divine spirit, some sort of fragile angel warning me about them, but I wouldn't listen.

When I prepared the microphones and everything for the performance, I felt a twist in my stomach. We'd only rehearsed a bunch of times together and I was afraid I'd outscream her vocals, seing as I had this powerful voice and she was a girl in a white dress
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But when we entered the stage and she started singing, I felt like I was the one in need to keep up with the other one, just to make my played hatred, my I'm-not-listening attire more prominent. Her voice was crazy loud, and I thought that was awesome.

After the concert (which was a huge success!) we all went to McDonald's and everyone kept talking about how crazy and powerful she seemed, still divine, but not like an angel. So we told her to wear a black dress the next time, to be some kind of devilish force predicting the future, not warning me.
A day later, the crowd just went crazy and started doing our very first mosh pit, and when we went to bed, well rather got cozy in our tiny van that night, everyone fell asleep with a satisfied grin, thinking how great the concert was.

Well, almost everyone. I mean, me for example, I fell asleep thinking about Cat's beautiful green eyes and the way her eyebrows furrowed when she sang the words "infernal men" and how in the world I was supposed to miss the girlfriend I constantly fought with when this divine creature who shared my passion for music and my friends was sleeping in the same van every night, head in Jimbo's lap, naked long legs across mine.


CAT'S POV

When we arrived back home at the hotel in the late afternoon, Matt and I were in a geniuinely good mood. We'd seen lots and lots of interesting animals like the Black Parrot, the Fruit Bat, and even a chameleon. We were also shown the biggest seed of the world, the so-called Coco de Mer, which was a coconut in the shape of an ass, I'm not even kidding here. Matt and I almost died laughing and we took lots and lots of sexy pictures with it.

This is Matt grabbing it, by the way.


After the National Park hiking tour, we went to a beach to hang out, tan a little and bathe. I was glad it didn't feel awkward between us, considering we, you know, did something yesterday. I was looking forward to our snorkeling trip the next day, seing as I'd never snorkeled before.

We got ready for an early dinner at the fancy hotel where we had to drop off our car. I wore a pretty light white dress with dark blue exotic flowers and dark blue sandals. I did my hair up in a messy bun and did my make up extra carefully. Matt wore a dark blue shirt with black pants and he looked incredibly handsome and sophisticated. We made a cute couple that night, so we took a bunch of pictures. We look so happy in those, almost as if this were OUR honeymoon.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were immediately led to a secluded area at the beach where a picnic with lots of candles and flower petals had been set up for us. "Thank you for booking honeymoon dinner special at Emerald Bay Hotel, we feel very honored Mr. and Mrs. Sanders," the waiter said with the common accent people around here had.

I just nodded and watched Matt's reaction closely. His jaw clenched for a second. Was he going to get all pissed and scream at the waiter because he'd reminded him of Val? "Thank you, Sir," Matt smiled with a false politeness and the waiter left to get drinks.

"I'm gonna fuckin kill Christ," Matt mumbled and stared down at the ground. Seeing him so hurt hit me unexpected. We'd had so much fun today and yesterday, but how dumb was I to expect him to be over her right now? And why did I sleep with him? Not even a week after he'd been left at the altar. What the fuck was I thinking?

"Matt?" I asked as I touched his arm comfortingly, "just ..." Wow, what? Just? Relax? Forget about her? Man, I suck at comforting. Really, I do. "I know," he just replied. He looked up at me with his beautiful hazel eyes and I saw how hurt he was, almost crying. I just wanted to cuddle close and sit in his lap and stroke his back and tell him everything was going to be alright. But I just couldn't.

We got through dinner eventually, just keeping a light conversation about old memories about the tour life and about Jimmy's crazy actions, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else and although I'd expected the whole trip to be like this, it bugged me somehow.
After we were dropped off by the taxi, Matt roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me to our bungalow. "I need this, you, me, bed. Now," he bellowed through clenched teeth and I immediately got a bad feeling in my guts.

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