Catherine
"Look, if you don't want me to tag along..." I stood in front of him. He was quiet on the way back. If there was one good thing that happened while he seemed to be zoning out, it's that he didn't get us killed and drove like how a law abiding citizen should drive.
When we did arrive at the apartment, he told me to go freshen up and put on something comfortable. That was it. No 'bonbon' or teasing comment on how I attempted to wear heels and suffer the blisters afterwards.
He was staring at my rubber shoes now. What. He said wear something comfortable. So I had on my 'It Wasn't Me' printed shirt and skinny jeans. He lifted his head to meet my eyes and gave me a smile that didn't reach quiet his. You know what friends do when one of them is pissed off and you just want to look at their faces to see if they're alright? I did just that, causing him to lean back in surprise as I slumped down the floor to stare at him. I'm going to pretend that we didn't sleep together last night and probably cuddled because it was cold...for now.
"Was driving Bradley last night so bad that you wanted my poor baby melted?" he leaned towards me so I wiggled back. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. Something was bothering him. And it's bothering me that what's bothering him is bothering me.
"Are you aware that Bradley honks? Like those vintage cars back in the old west?"
I grinned. Of course I knew. But I liked it. It was unique. He reminded me of Herby. In fact, he was like Herby. He was in the process of being crushed when I glanced at the window of Rose's car. Aside from the broken breaks, he was fine. I nodded my head as a yes and placed a hand on his knee. You should be aware by now that aside from my parents, Rose and Ellie, I have no more friends. I mean where exactly do you touch someone when you're comforting them? The head? That would look silly. The cheek? Nope. Too...intimate. The shoulder? Just imagining it made me laugh. Give me a mustache and we'll have the father and son talk. Besides, patting his shoulder would mean getting on my knees. He's still taller than I am and with me on that position, our faces would probably be on the same level.
"You're acting serious. Get out of Damon's body demon!" I placed my hands up in the air and bowed my head, like I was praying over him. I heard him laugh and felt him hold my hands. I looked up just in time to see him placing them on his cheeks.
"That's cute, bonbon but I don't think you should be praying for me." he was circling his thumb on my palm, gazing at my probably flushed face.
"Why not?" It was barely audible. I can't seem to find my voice because of what he's doing to my hands.
"I don't deserve it. Are you ready? Do your feet still hurt? You don't have to come if you don't want to." I knew he asked rapid questions just to change the topic.
"I want to come." I smiled at him but the moment I did, his face turned dead serious. Then something happened as his hands gripped mine tighter. I felt like I was being pulled out of my body. Like somebody held my neck and just decided to throw me around. I closed my eyes for just one second, but when I opened them, I saw myself.
No really.
I. Saw. Myself.
I was still sitting on the floor, with my hands caged by Damon's. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I couldn't speak. I turned to look at Damon. Only this wasn't him. His eyes...were different. They were lighter, the shade of grey that almost looked like blue and he was staring right at me.
I closed my eyes. This isn't happening.
"Bonbon?"
When I opened them, I saw Damon's face a couple of inches away from mine. His eyes were dark again and worry was etched on his face.
"I..." I took a deep breath like it was my first. "I zoned out that's all." Taking his hands off mine, I got up and made a show of dusting my jeans.
I can't just go and tell him that 'I think I may have left my own body.' can I?
"Next time we go out, you're not going to have any of your 'blue soda'. It was a mistake. Taking you there. A noisy club is where you'd least likely meet the one." he walked towards the door and stepped out. He turned to me and held the door open.
"You coming?"
Afraid that what happened a while ago might happen again, I just nodded before walking towards him.
***
"I thought we were going to visit someone? Why are we in a convent?" I whispered. As much as I like having the happy Damon back, the happy Damon usually meant joyrides being death rides, if you catch my drift.
"We are visiting someone, bonbon." He whispered near my ear and I shivered.
Clean your thoughts Catherine. The nuns would be mortified if they knew what you were thinking.
I was about to ask him who we were visiting when a nun approached us, a sweet smile on her face. Damon let go of my hand and approached her when she opened her arms for a hug.
"It's nice of you to visit child." the nun looked past Damon's shoulder and smiled at me.
"I see you've brought a pretty lady this time." she walked past him and not knowing what to do, I bow my head slightly.
"Nonsense child. I'm sister Mary." her hands took mine and lightly squeezed them. I looked past her to see Damon with his hands on his pockets, smiling at us.
"Catherine Wright." I smiled shyly. It's not everyday your room mate visits a nun.
"Right you are." seriously? Even sister Mary's having fun with my surname.
Damon approached us and stood beside me.
"We just dropped by to say hello. I haven't been here since last year. Thought maybe you'd like to see my face." he grinned and Sister smiled. Fondly if I might add.
"It's always nice to see you Damon."
Damon's hand held mine and I was surprised to find it cold.
"Well we better go." Sister Mary walked us to the door and after Damon hugging her briefly, we left.
***
"So why did we visit a nun on a Monday?''
After holding on for dear life as usual, he asked me if I wanted to have brunch. I opted that we eat on a bakery instead of a diner. They make these mean sandwiches where you can just order one and have it cut in half to share.
Damon didn't answer but called a waiter to bring us coffee. He didn't even bother to ask me what I want. Probably because he already knew. We ate in silence with the occasional satisfied groan from him. Smiling when he gave me a thumbs up for bringing him here, I turned towards the display of mini cakes at the counter.
"Damon?" a waiter approached us with our coffee and I don't know, it looked like she purposely leaned a little too much towards Damon. Her front seemed uh, bigger than mine so it would only take a blind man not to notice her fun bags. But I guess Damon's blind now. It's safe to say that this man loves his sandwich a little too much. After saying thank you to the waitress, who seemed too disappointed that Mr. Sandwich ignored her, I attempted to get his attention.
"Which flavor do you prefer when it comes to cakes?" He had the bigger piece of the sandwich so mine was long gone. I picked my cup as he paused from devouring the poor sandwich.
"Caramel." he replied before continuing his 'task'. I turned my head towards the counter again and saw this small round cake, just the size of my hand displayed under the yellow glow of their display glass.
Caramel huh?
Returning my attention back to him, I inwardly sighed. I wonder if angels looked like Damon. If they were, I'd be real' good. He was wearing a grey V-neck now with a new pair of jeans.
"What did they tell you?" he was finished and was cleaning his hands with a napkin. I frowned slightly and tilted my head sideways.
"Mikey and Raph. What did they tell you?"
"Ooh. Nothing really. They did ask me."
It was his turn to frown. "About what?"
I took another sip of coffee before answering. "About how I can see them. Even Benjie asked me and if we've been having s-" I blushed. There was no need to mention that one.
"If we've been having what?"
"Why were they talking about delivering cars that squirm?" I asked back. I will not tell him that Benjie asked me if we were being intimate.
He avoided eye contact and finished his coffee instead.
"Probably had broken brakes."
"Again, why were we in a convent?" I'm not going to shut up until I get some answers.
"It's something that I randomly do. Next week would be 'Toss-a-taco' Tuesday."
I squinted my eyes. "So today was 'Visit-A-Nun' Monday?"
He nodded and got up.
"I'm paying." I quipped as he pulled out his wallet.
"I ate more than you did. I'll pay." he pulled out the necessary bills.
''Fine then. You give me the money and I'll pay. You wait outside."
Looking at me suspiciously, he handed them to me anyway. Waiting for him to get out of the bakery, I walked to the cashier and paid for what we ate. She was about to say 'Have a great day.' when I pointed at the small cake on the display.
"And I'd like to buy one of those please."
***
It was dinner when Damon and I saw each other again. He dropped me off at the apartment and said he'd have to check on Bradley. After warning him that he's a dead man if he even considered harming Bradley, he left.
We were having pasta for dinner when I remembered what I bought back from the bakery. I got up and approached the fridge.
"You up for some dessert?" I asked him. He rubbed his hands together. Sure he was. I got the small box out and placed it on the table.
Carefully, I smiled to find the caramel mini cake still looked alright. I risked a glance and saw him staring at it. I can hear him breathing. Maybe because he was breathing loudly. Like he just ran a marathon. He looked up at me with wide eyes.
"Thank you..." I smiled as he took it out of the box. I got up to get the knife while he ogled at our dessert.
We spoke at the same time. Me joking that he make a wish and him saying something like 'Happy birthday ma.'
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