Single honeymoon
Things Will End Before They Start
CAITLIN'S POV
Oh God, is he going to kiss me? Please Matt, we're just friends. His face was now mere inches away from mine and I could feel his hot breath against my lips. If I arched up now, we'd kiss. Hell, even if I stuck out my tongue I'd touch his lips. As I ran my fingers through his hair and stared into his hazel eyes, I wondered when we were so close for the last time.
Our break-up had been nothing but easy. I had been the first to realize I didn't love him the way you love someone you date. So I'd simply written him a text saying "We need to talk, come over?" Ten minutes later, his pick up was parked in my driveway.
"Hey there," he said as he entered my room and gave me a hug. "Matt," I said and pulled him onto the bed with me, "I feel like you and I are more like friends than a couple." He swallowed and had an unreadable expression on his face for a few seconds. "I agree," he said, "when I leave here today we aren't gonna be a couple anymore."
We stared at each other in awe, both realizing that we wouldn't get to be so physically close anymore and I lost myself in his pretty dark circled hazel eyes one last time. He then reached out and brushed away a strand of hair from my face and I arched myself into his arms. He propped himself up on his ellbow and started kissing my face, one kiss for every freckle just like he'd always done it.
He then kissed my eyelids, the tip of my nose, forehead, and chin before finally crashing his lips on mine. His tongue immediately demanded entrance into my mouth and started playing with mine in perfect synch. We then slowly, passionately but also endearingly took off each others clothes in no hurry.
We gently kissed every inch of each other's skin before making love one last time. It was the first time we got off together. As soon as he was finished, he got dressed again, planted a kiss on my forehead and said "I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow... buddy."
After what felt like an eternity, Matt's weight was suddenly taken from me. Shit, did I pass out? Did he fuck me in the back seat? When he told me he'd drive me home I replied that I hoped we didn't have sex and he kept saying that we didn't. I felt relieved. I wouldn't remember it tomorrow anyway, but it felt good to at least know now that there was nothing to feel guilty about.
MATT'S POV
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted so much to kiss her right there in the back seat, get one last taste of another woman before committing myself to Val 'till death do us part. But I couldn't. I wasn't drunk enough. I knew that only because Cat was the only girl around didn't mean I could use her like that, especially since she was drunk out of her wit and probably didn't want it either.
She was still Cat, the girl I'd loved and lost and who had been nothing but a great friend for many years. I couldn't risk that just because I was in the mood and she wouldn't remember it anyway, and I felt like a complete douche for thinking I could. I would still know it and feel guilty. Two wrongs didn't make a right, after all. Two wrongs made two wrongs.
I'd simply get off Cat, drive her home and then make love to my fiancée. And no, not get her off, but get off her. Mind the difference. Yeah, that was the right thing to do, and I'd do it... In a second. Her fingers running through my hair felt so good. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled. Damn, Matt Shad, get yourself together, NOW!
"I'm driving you home now, Cat," I announced as I slowly lifted my weight off her body, feeling ashamed now. "Good," she mumbled, eyes slowly closing, "I hope we didn't fuck in your car, Mattyboy, 'cause I'd be pissed as hell." "Don't worry," I chuckled. "We're friends, Matty, that's not what friends do," she panted.
Boy was I glad I didn't even kiss her. "We're friends and we didn't do anything," I repeated reassuringly. Before I could start the engine, a worried Vengeance called me to make sure we didn't do anything we'd regret, and I was happy to tell him that we didn't. But geez, did we look that hungry for each other?
I carried Cat to her house and took the key out of her purse. She kept on mumbling that we were only friends and that I shouldn't do anything with her. Phew. Dude, am I that bad? It's not like I'm Johnny. I grinned as I let myself into their house, where everything was quiet and dark. I switched on my phone's flashlight and handed it to Cat as I carried her up the stairs effortlessly.
I took off her dress in the most innocent way ever. Man, she was hot, but she was my friend. I did get aroused this time, too, but I was in control. In her bra and panties, I laid her down on her bed and put a bucket next to it, just in case. I then left the house and walked to my car. On the empty roads, it took me only five minutes to reach my house.
The first things I saw were Val's bag and shoes, carelessly placed in the middle of the hallway. Somehow, I found myself drawn to her big, brown Luis Vuitton bag.
I still remembered when we went shopping in Malibu two weeks ago and she saw this handbag. It was fucking expensive, and I didn't even understand why she liked it. I mean, it was brown. Everyone had one of those ugly plastic things. "Babe, please," she urged, her pleading puppy look on her face.
"Gosh Val, I already spent several thousands on your designer 'honeymoon wardrobe', I don't get it. I mean, I told you it's gonna be the beach and basically nothing. The Seychelles are merely for bathing, I don't get why you'd want so many robes and stuff. It's not like the paparazzi are gonna take pictures or even recognize you," I ranted.
"But Shadows," she said, putting a special emphasis on my name. Wow, my name Val, great. "Gosh, you get ten thousand dollars just for shopping each month, can't you save up?" I proposed, but she wasn't gonna have it. "I'm gonna cherish it forever, baby," she smiled and then entered the shop. "The big Louis V bag please. One moment, my fiancé is paying."
Cherish it my ass, I thought, leaving it laying about on the floor, that's what she calls cherishing? Where had she been the whole afternoon? Maybe I'd find some kind of business card or something in her bag. I don't even know what I was thinking by randomly searching through her purse, or what I was hoping to find.
There, a completely rumpled piece of clothing. Black. What is it? I carefully tugged at it. No, no no no. It's not...? I was holding her $1200 Prada dress. Ruined. I only bought it last week. Didn't she know the value of it at all...? There, her wallet. Wait... That can't be? Suddenly, my trembling hands enclosed a small piece of plastic. "SANDERS MATTHEW C." It spelled. And in the blink of an eye, my mind went berserk with rage.
"VAL!" I screamed as I entered the bedroom, my fists clenched. "Huh?" she said as she turned around, still groggy with sleep. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH MY CREDIT CARD?" I yelled, feeling the artery in my neck swell. What the hell was she thinking? "Baby, I have no idea...," she began but I cut her off. I knew when she was lying. And she definitely was't being truthful right now.
"Don't you fucking dare lie to my face 'cause I will check the account RIGHT NOW," I pressed. It was so hard for me to maintain control over my anger, not to even scream when in fact I wanted to tear down the wall. My anger management classes weren't helping at all. "Breathe, focus." I still heard that stupid teacher's annoying voice that sounded like someone had treated it with fabric softener. Breathe, yeah yeah. If I don't breathe, I die. Stupid cunt. That kinda goes naturally doesn't it?
Val just stared at me in pure shock. Yeah, got you. "Anything you wanna say before I check my account?" I looked at her as I opened the online banking page on my laptop. She remained silent. What I saw made me even angrier.
"Eight thousand dollars TODAY? Seven thousand at Candices' Shoe Parlor LAST WEEK? What's wrong with you? VAL, I'M GIVING YOU TEN GRAND FOR SHOPPING EACH MONTH. THAT'S MORE THAN ANY WOMAN COULD EVER DREAM OF! No need to fucking steal my card and spend... Fifteen thousand MORE than that? Where the hell do you even keep all those things?" I growled.
I was so fucking angry. I didn't think I'd ever been so angry before. "Michelle's," she replied feebly. That was when I completely lost it. Everything went numb. I hit the wall as hard as I could, feeling nothing about the impact. Val screamed and jumped away.
It was only then that I felt a warm liquid running down my knuckles. And when I looked there, I saw thick droplets of blood making their way down my arm, dripping onto my lap. There were drops on the crashed wall and on the bed, too. It was only then that I felt the pain crashing over me like a wave.
"Matt," Val whispered with a worried expression. Matt. How strange my name sounded in her mouth. She hadn't called me Matt in months. Usually she insisted on calling me Babe or Shadows. I used to think my stage name just turned her on, but now as I was sitting on our bed, in the ruins of our relationship it dawned on me.
How could I be so blind? She loves M Shadows, the rock star. And she thinks that's me. But it's not. I'm just Matty Sanders, just a guy who loves golf and gets nosebleeds whenever he has a cold. I'm Matt, and have been all my life. And I'm not the one she loves. I clenched my jaw as she poured disinfectant over my knuckles and cleansed the wounds before carefully wrapping my hand with a bandage.
She took a deep breath. "Maybe we should postpone the wedding."
I didn't think for a second. "Val, the wedding's off. I'm breaking up with you."
Oh God, is he going to kiss me? Please Matt, we're just friends. His face was now mere inches away from mine and I could feel his hot breath against my lips. If I arched up now, we'd kiss. Hell, even if I stuck out my tongue I'd touch his lips. As I ran my fingers through his hair and stared into his hazel eyes, I wondered when we were so close for the last time.
Our break-up had been nothing but easy. I had been the first to realize I didn't love him the way you love someone you date. So I'd simply written him a text saying "We need to talk, come over?" Ten minutes later, his pick up was parked in my driveway.
"Hey there," he said as he entered my room and gave me a hug. "Matt," I said and pulled him onto the bed with me, "I feel like you and I are more like friends than a couple." He swallowed and had an unreadable expression on his face for a few seconds. "I agree," he said, "when I leave here today we aren't gonna be a couple anymore."
We stared at each other in awe, both realizing that we wouldn't get to be so physically close anymore and I lost myself in his pretty dark circled hazel eyes one last time. He then reached out and brushed away a strand of hair from my face and I arched myself into his arms. He propped himself up on his ellbow and started kissing my face, one kiss for every freckle just like he'd always done it.
He then kissed my eyelids, the tip of my nose, forehead, and chin before finally crashing his lips on mine. His tongue immediately demanded entrance into my mouth and started playing with mine in perfect synch. We then slowly, passionately but also endearingly took off each others clothes in no hurry.
We gently kissed every inch of each other's skin before making love one last time. It was the first time we got off together. As soon as he was finished, he got dressed again, planted a kiss on my forehead and said "I'll see you for breakfast tomorrow... buddy."
After what felt like an eternity, Matt's weight was suddenly taken from me. Shit, did I pass out? Did he fuck me in the back seat? When he told me he'd drive me home I replied that I hoped we didn't have sex and he kept saying that we didn't. I felt relieved. I wouldn't remember it tomorrow anyway, but it felt good to at least know now that there was nothing to feel guilty about.
MATT'S POV
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted so much to kiss her right there in the back seat, get one last taste of another woman before committing myself to Val 'till death do us part. But I couldn't. I wasn't drunk enough. I knew that only because Cat was the only girl around didn't mean I could use her like that, especially since she was drunk out of her wit and probably didn't want it either.
She was still Cat, the girl I'd loved and lost and who had been nothing but a great friend for many years. I couldn't risk that just because I was in the mood and she wouldn't remember it anyway, and I felt like a complete douche for thinking I could. I would still know it and feel guilty. Two wrongs didn't make a right, after all. Two wrongs made two wrongs.
I'd simply get off Cat, drive her home and then make love to my fiancée. And no, not get her off, but get off her. Mind the difference. Yeah, that was the right thing to do, and I'd do it... In a second. Her fingers running through my hair felt so good. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled. Damn, Matt Shad, get yourself together, NOW!
"I'm driving you home now, Cat," I announced as I slowly lifted my weight off her body, feeling ashamed now. "Good," she mumbled, eyes slowly closing, "I hope we didn't fuck in your car, Mattyboy, 'cause I'd be pissed as hell." "Don't worry," I chuckled. "We're friends, Matty, that's not what friends do," she panted.
Boy was I glad I didn't even kiss her. "We're friends and we didn't do anything," I repeated reassuringly. Before I could start the engine, a worried Vengeance called me to make sure we didn't do anything we'd regret, and I was happy to tell him that we didn't. But geez, did we look that hungry for each other?
I carried Cat to her house and took the key out of her purse. She kept on mumbling that we were only friends and that I shouldn't do anything with her. Phew. Dude, am I that bad? It's not like I'm Johnny. I grinned as I let myself into their house, where everything was quiet and dark. I switched on my phone's flashlight and handed it to Cat as I carried her up the stairs effortlessly.
I took off her dress in the most innocent way ever. Man, she was hot, but she was my friend. I did get aroused this time, too, but I was in control. In her bra and panties, I laid her down on her bed and put a bucket next to it, just in case. I then left the house and walked to my car. On the empty roads, it took me only five minutes to reach my house.
The first things I saw were Val's bag and shoes, carelessly placed in the middle of the hallway. Somehow, I found myself drawn to her big, brown Luis Vuitton bag.
I still remembered when we went shopping in Malibu two weeks ago and she saw this handbag. It was fucking expensive, and I didn't even understand why she liked it. I mean, it was brown. Everyone had one of those ugly plastic things. "Babe, please," she urged, her pleading puppy look on her face.
"Gosh Val, I already spent several thousands on your designer 'honeymoon wardrobe', I don't get it. I mean, I told you it's gonna be the beach and basically nothing. The Seychelles are merely for bathing, I don't get why you'd want so many robes and stuff. It's not like the paparazzi are gonna take pictures or even recognize you," I ranted.
"But Shadows," she said, putting a special emphasis on my name. Wow, my name Val, great. "Gosh, you get ten thousand dollars just for shopping each month, can't you save up?" I proposed, but she wasn't gonna have it. "I'm gonna cherish it forever, baby," she smiled and then entered the shop. "The big Louis V bag please. One moment, my fiancé is paying."
Cherish it my ass, I thought, leaving it laying about on the floor, that's what she calls cherishing? Where had she been the whole afternoon? Maybe I'd find some kind of business card or something in her bag. I don't even know what I was thinking by randomly searching through her purse, or what I was hoping to find.
There, a completely rumpled piece of clothing. Black. What is it? I carefully tugged at it. No, no no no. It's not...? I was holding her $1200 Prada dress. Ruined. I only bought it last week. Didn't she know the value of it at all...? There, her wallet. Wait... That can't be? Suddenly, my trembling hands enclosed a small piece of plastic. "SANDERS MATTHEW C." It spelled. And in the blink of an eye, my mind went berserk with rage.
"VAL!" I screamed as I entered the bedroom, my fists clenched. "Huh?" she said as she turned around, still groggy with sleep. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH MY CREDIT CARD?" I yelled, feeling the artery in my neck swell. What the hell was she thinking? "Baby, I have no idea...," she began but I cut her off. I knew when she was lying. And she definitely was't being truthful right now.
"Don't you fucking dare lie to my face 'cause I will check the account RIGHT NOW," I pressed. It was so hard for me to maintain control over my anger, not to even scream when in fact I wanted to tear down the wall. My anger management classes weren't helping at all. "Breathe, focus." I still heard that stupid teacher's annoying voice that sounded like someone had treated it with fabric softener. Breathe, yeah yeah. If I don't breathe, I die. Stupid cunt. That kinda goes naturally doesn't it?
Val just stared at me in pure shock. Yeah, got you. "Anything you wanna say before I check my account?" I looked at her as I opened the online banking page on my laptop. She remained silent. What I saw made me even angrier.
"Eight thousand dollars TODAY? Seven thousand at Candices' Shoe Parlor LAST WEEK? What's wrong with you? VAL, I'M GIVING YOU TEN GRAND FOR SHOPPING EACH MONTH. THAT'S MORE THAN ANY WOMAN COULD EVER DREAM OF! No need to fucking steal my card and spend... Fifteen thousand MORE than that? Where the hell do you even keep all those things?" I growled.
I was so fucking angry. I didn't think I'd ever been so angry before. "Michelle's," she replied feebly. That was when I completely lost it. Everything went numb. I hit the wall as hard as I could, feeling nothing about the impact. Val screamed and jumped away.
It was only then that I felt a warm liquid running down my knuckles. And when I looked there, I saw thick droplets of blood making their way down my arm, dripping onto my lap. There were drops on the crashed wall and on the bed, too. It was only then that I felt the pain crashing over me like a wave.
"Matt," Val whispered with a worried expression. Matt. How strange my name sounded in her mouth. She hadn't called me Matt in months. Usually she insisted on calling me Babe or Shadows. I used to think my stage name just turned her on, but now as I was sitting on our bed, in the ruins of our relationship it dawned on me.
How could I be so blind? She loves M Shadows, the rock star. And she thinks that's me. But it's not. I'm just Matty Sanders, just a guy who loves golf and gets nosebleeds whenever he has a cold. I'm Matt, and have been all my life. And I'm not the one she loves. I clenched my jaw as she poured disinfectant over my knuckles and cleansed the wounds before carefully wrapping my hand with a bandage.
She took a deep breath. "Maybe we should postpone the wedding."
I didn't think for a second. "Val, the wedding's off. I'm breaking up with you."
Notes
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@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