Single honeymoon
The Choice
MATT
I had no clue what Jimmy meant. No clue. It's bad enough to know that my girlfriend cheated that night, how much worse can it get? What the hell happened, too, that night?
"Jimmy, tell me," I demanded to know, but he just giggled and responded, "you'll know when the time is right." Just like that. And then he turned around, closed his eyes and fell asleep, that asshole. You know, Jimmy Sullivan is a real dick head sometimes.
"Do you have any idea what he's talking about?" I asked Cat, but of course she didn't. "Well then..." She smiled at me reassuringly.
There was another matter I wanted so bad to talk to her about, yet I didn't know how to start. What is she going to say? How do I approach this? Oh fuck it...
In my mind, I counted to three before I finally said, well, rather stuttered, "So, uhm, Cat... You know there is this... I mean, I was wondering... I mean, Jimmy's in the hospital and I have... I mean, I have no date, and you don't either, and it's this Saturday already, and, uhm... I was wondering if you and I, I mean, if you like ..." Fully blown fail. Great job, Sanders.
"Matt," she chuckled and I couldn't help but stare at her one dimple. I mean who the fuck has one dimple? And WHO THE FUCK manages to look that amazing with just one dimple? "Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess I am." I threw her an apologetic smile. "Try again." Damn you girl, why? Why do I have to ask her again? Does she know I feel funny when she's around? That this is a big deal for her?
"Cat, do you want to go to Steve and Mona's wedding with me?" I asked with a fake annoyance. "I'd love to." That smile though. That smile made all the effort worth it.
The first (and last) time Cat and I ever went to a wedding was when Cat’s oldest sister Evelyn got married to Tom, the most boring man you will ever meet. Tom had no hobbies, Tom had no friends. Tom worked hard at a car company, 10 hours a day, 6 days a week and in his spare time Tom repaired things around the house, mowed the lawn or read car magazines.
Cat told me him and Eve had been dating for two years and that everyone kind of expected it to happen. Her parents were fine with him, though they thought he might be too boring for Evelyn. But they were afraid to speak up since it had been hard for Evelyn to find a man anyway, seeing as she'd been dealing with a bunch of, you know, problems for years now.
She was a strange person to talk to anyway, always at the verge of crying and always whining about how hard it was. Cat and her parents hoped that if she got kids, her life would have some more meaning and she wouldn't be so depressed the whole time.
Tom proposed with a single red rose in a restaurant, old-style, with dropping to his knees and everything, she told me. I mean, how boring can it get? At that time I always imagined I’d propose with a big self-made bouquet of wild daisies and cornflowers, and that I’d recite a poem. I was – even though you’d never think so – pretty good at English, and I loved Shakespeare. So I thought I’d recite Sonnet 130, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.
But whatever, Eve decided to marry the dull geeky Tom Snyder, and it took place in the short time between Cat and I having sex for the first time and our break-up, so she took me there.
I had to work at my uncle’s car repair service to pay for the tux, even if it was just a rented one. The wedding was held in a hotel, and it was boring and dull and geeky just like Tom, and Evelyn cried a little, and by little I mean a lot, and Cat and I got drunk on Champagne and a little high, too.
The highlight of the evening was her boring Quebecois cousin Genevieve’s face when she found us in one of the rooms, fucking each other’s brains out.
I grinned at the memory, though it had been the last time Cat and I ever went somewhere together.
Also, I wondered what Jimmy could have meant when saying there was something I was supposed to remember. Especially about that night. What could that be?
CAT’S POV
I should have known. I should have known it the whole time. Does Matt, too, pretend he doesn’t remember even though he does? Because I do. Because I fucking do and it’d hurt it he didn’t, Ithought.
What Jimmy made me remember was a simple scene that happened at WARPED, in our tour bus, just minutes before Jimmy and I took a bunch of pills and I probably took a few too much.
It was short, it was sweet, and it was the reason why Val tried so desperately to sleep with Jimmy. And, of that I was sure, it was also the reason why she succeeded in the first place.
It wasn’t him being so out of it that he accidentally slept with Val, it was a long con. It was something he’d planned for so long, and right now, he’d carried it out with a vigorous effort and with a painstaking precision. He wanted to break them up by making him realize it was me he wanted, that was why he told Matt only now.
There was only one tiny thing that made his plan blow up, namely his kidney failure and that we therefore shortened our trip. He planned this, I thought in awe, he really did. All of this, ever since WARPED, and that’s more than three years ago. I then looked at Matt and thought, did he always love me? Did he always know he did? Did he only just learn that right now? Does he even know what the Rev planned?
Matt and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for a dress. He was kind of picky, always had been. He said he wanted to go there with his beloved cherry red Chevelle, and therefore I had to get a dress in that color. I said I had two red dresses, but they weren’t exactly the same color.
When he dropped me off at my house after the little shopping tour, it was dark already, and he insisted on walking me to my door. He’s such an old-fashioned gentleman, I thought as he opened my door and helped me out of the car. We walked the short distance in silence.
“Cat, you’re gonna need to think about it. I mean, I’m patient, but I do want you to make up your mind, okay? I’m… I’m scared, you know? I don’t wanna be hurt a second time. You know, I’m just starting to feel alright again, so please don’t keep my hopes up too long. If you know you don’t, then you don’t…” It hurt how much pain there was in his voice.
“Matt,” I said softly, “I’m Cat. I’m not evil. I’ll make up my mind. I don’t want to hurt you.” Thus having said, I got on my tiptoes as I gave him a short good-bye kiss. His lips felt heavenly against mine. I whistled as I closed the door and watched him leave through the window. There he goes, Matthew Sanders, the sweetest guy you’ll meet, the hottest singer in the world, and maybe, just maybe, soon my new old boyfriend. I sighed.
“Caitlinne.” When I heard my mom behind me, I got a small heart attack. She must have been on the phone with aunt Lucile. She always had more of a French accent when she did. “Yeah, Maman?” I said, hoping she didn’t see what just happened right in front of our door with Matt. Isn’t she supposed to be on this business trip with Dad?
“Mon amour, I know you probably don’t want to talk to moi about it, but to me, Matt was always the perfect guy. I liked Dave a lot, he was a gentille, mannered monsieur, but he never looked at you like Matthew did, even at such a young age like back then. I always thought he was parfait, but he came too early.”
It was cute how whenever my mom said "Matthew", it sounded like Mathieu. And for a second, I imagined her talking on the phone to my sister in a bunch of weeks, saying, "And, mon amour, your sisteur Caitlinne is dating ce mec là, ce Mathieu, again."
Or maybe, just maybe, in a bunch of years talking to my aunt in Florida, "Yes, Pat, Caitlinne is now engagé avec Mathieu. We'll call you if we know when they are getting married." Or rapidly speaking her awesome Quebecois French to aunt Lucile in Montreal, in the same year perhaps, on the phone, saying, "On vous invite pour la cérémonie. Caitlinne va se marier avec Mathieu." ("We're inviting you to the ceremony. Caitlin is getting married to Matthew.")
That sounded good, right? Was that what I wanted?
I know Mom, I know. I just need to make up my fucking mind for everyone’s sake. Your’s, Jimmy’s… And Matt’s.
I had no clue what Jimmy meant. No clue. It's bad enough to know that my girlfriend cheated that night, how much worse can it get? What the hell happened, too, that night?
"Jimmy, tell me," I demanded to know, but he just giggled and responded, "you'll know when the time is right." Just like that. And then he turned around, closed his eyes and fell asleep, that asshole. You know, Jimmy Sullivan is a real dick head sometimes.
"Do you have any idea what he's talking about?" I asked Cat, but of course she didn't. "Well then..." She smiled at me reassuringly.
There was another matter I wanted so bad to talk to her about, yet I didn't know how to start. What is she going to say? How do I approach this? Oh fuck it...
In my mind, I counted to three before I finally said, well, rather stuttered, "So, uhm, Cat... You know there is this... I mean, I was wondering... I mean, Jimmy's in the hospital and I have... I mean, I have no date, and you don't either, and it's this Saturday already, and, uhm... I was wondering if you and I, I mean, if you like ..." Fully blown fail. Great job, Sanders.
"Matt," she chuckled and I couldn't help but stare at her one dimple. I mean who the fuck has one dimple? And WHO THE FUCK manages to look that amazing with just one dimple? "Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess I am." I threw her an apologetic smile. "Try again." Damn you girl, why? Why do I have to ask her again? Does she know I feel funny when she's around? That this is a big deal for her?
"Cat, do you want to go to Steve and Mona's wedding with me?" I asked with a fake annoyance. "I'd love to." That smile though. That smile made all the effort worth it.
The first (and last) time Cat and I ever went to a wedding was when Cat’s oldest sister Evelyn got married to Tom, the most boring man you will ever meet. Tom had no hobbies, Tom had no friends. Tom worked hard at a car company, 10 hours a day, 6 days a week and in his spare time Tom repaired things around the house, mowed the lawn or read car magazines.
Cat told me him and Eve had been dating for two years and that everyone kind of expected it to happen. Her parents were fine with him, though they thought he might be too boring for Evelyn. But they were afraid to speak up since it had been hard for Evelyn to find a man anyway, seeing as she'd been dealing with a bunch of, you know, problems for years now.
She was a strange person to talk to anyway, always at the verge of crying and always whining about how hard it was. Cat and her parents hoped that if she got kids, her life would have some more meaning and she wouldn't be so depressed the whole time.
Tom proposed with a single red rose in a restaurant, old-style, with dropping to his knees and everything, she told me. I mean, how boring can it get? At that time I always imagined I’d propose with a big self-made bouquet of wild daisies and cornflowers, and that I’d recite a poem. I was – even though you’d never think so – pretty good at English, and I loved Shakespeare. So I thought I’d recite Sonnet 130, My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.
But whatever, Eve decided to marry the dull geeky Tom Snyder, and it took place in the short time between Cat and I having sex for the first time and our break-up, so she took me there.
I had to work at my uncle’s car repair service to pay for the tux, even if it was just a rented one. The wedding was held in a hotel, and it was boring and dull and geeky just like Tom, and Evelyn cried a little, and by little I mean a lot, and Cat and I got drunk on Champagne and a little high, too.
The highlight of the evening was her boring Quebecois cousin Genevieve’s face when she found us in one of the rooms, fucking each other’s brains out.
I grinned at the memory, though it had been the last time Cat and I ever went somewhere together.
Also, I wondered what Jimmy could have meant when saying there was something I was supposed to remember. Especially about that night. What could that be?
CAT’S POV
I should have known. I should have known it the whole time. Does Matt, too, pretend he doesn’t remember even though he does? Because I do. Because I fucking do and it’d hurt it he didn’t, Ithought.
What Jimmy made me remember was a simple scene that happened at WARPED, in our tour bus, just minutes before Jimmy and I took a bunch of pills and I probably took a few too much.
It was short, it was sweet, and it was the reason why Val tried so desperately to sleep with Jimmy. And, of that I was sure, it was also the reason why she succeeded in the first place.
It wasn’t him being so out of it that he accidentally slept with Val, it was a long con. It was something he’d planned for so long, and right now, he’d carried it out with a vigorous effort and with a painstaking precision. He wanted to break them up by making him realize it was me he wanted, that was why he told Matt only now.
There was only one tiny thing that made his plan blow up, namely his kidney failure and that we therefore shortened our trip. He planned this, I thought in awe, he really did. All of this, ever since WARPED, and that’s more than three years ago. I then looked at Matt and thought, did he always love me? Did he always know he did? Did he only just learn that right now? Does he even know what the Rev planned?
Matt and I spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for a dress. He was kind of picky, always had been. He said he wanted to go there with his beloved cherry red Chevelle, and therefore I had to get a dress in that color. I said I had two red dresses, but they weren’t exactly the same color.
When he dropped me off at my house after the little shopping tour, it was dark already, and he insisted on walking me to my door. He’s such an old-fashioned gentleman, I thought as he opened my door and helped me out of the car. We walked the short distance in silence.
“Cat, you’re gonna need to think about it. I mean, I’m patient, but I do want you to make up your mind, okay? I’m… I’m scared, you know? I don’t wanna be hurt a second time. You know, I’m just starting to feel alright again, so please don’t keep my hopes up too long. If you know you don’t, then you don’t…” It hurt how much pain there was in his voice.
“Matt,” I said softly, “I’m Cat. I’m not evil. I’ll make up my mind. I don’t want to hurt you.” Thus having said, I got on my tiptoes as I gave him a short good-bye kiss. His lips felt heavenly against mine. I whistled as I closed the door and watched him leave through the window. There he goes, Matthew Sanders, the sweetest guy you’ll meet, the hottest singer in the world, and maybe, just maybe, soon my new old boyfriend. I sighed.
“Caitlinne.” When I heard my mom behind me, I got a small heart attack. She must have been on the phone with aunt Lucile. She always had more of a French accent when she did. “Yeah, Maman?” I said, hoping she didn’t see what just happened right in front of our door with Matt. Isn’t she supposed to be on this business trip with Dad?
“Mon amour, I know you probably don’t want to talk to moi about it, but to me, Matt was always the perfect guy. I liked Dave a lot, he was a gentille, mannered monsieur, but he never looked at you like Matthew did, even at such a young age like back then. I always thought he was parfait, but he came too early.”
It was cute how whenever my mom said "Matthew", it sounded like Mathieu. And for a second, I imagined her talking on the phone to my sister in a bunch of weeks, saying, "And, mon amour, your sisteur Caitlinne is dating ce mec là, ce Mathieu, again."
Or maybe, just maybe, in a bunch of years talking to my aunt in Florida, "Yes, Pat, Caitlinne is now engagé avec Mathieu. We'll call you if we know when they are getting married." Or rapidly speaking her awesome Quebecois French to aunt Lucile in Montreal, in the same year perhaps, on the phone, saying, "On vous invite pour la cérémonie. Caitlinne va se marier avec Mathieu." ("We're inviting you to the ceremony. Caitlin is getting married to Matthew.")
That sounded good, right? Was that what I wanted?
I know Mom, I know. I just need to make up my fucking mind for everyone’s sake. Your’s, Jimmy’s… And Matt’s.
Notes
Hey guys, thanks for all your nice comments. This chapter is kind of a bridge between the last one and the next one, when some more action is taking place. I mean, I reckon you guys remember, something dangerous is about to happen....
What do you think about this chapter? What is it that Jimmy wants Matt to remember?
@LadyRevenge
Oh my God! You're back! How I missed your comments! I can't believe this story has been finished for over five months :D Glad you're back. I wrote three stories after this, and I'm currently posting a new one. Feel free to check them out my friend, and a warm welcome back to you <3 Really glad you liked my first story :)
7/21/17