|If the glove fits
Author: Birds and Boats PM
But her, with her tear filled eyes, and her shaking hands. The hands he had been slightly fixated on just an hour ago. She looked vulnerable, and he had waited his whole life for a damsel in distress. For the i love to hate you contest.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 6,181 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 34 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-27-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2701746
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A/N-This is for a competition hosted by annoyance, you can go to her profile here .com/u/653676/ its call for I love to hate you.
Okay, awesome, lets get the show on the road
Heels clicking rapidly, with her green dress swirling around her legs, Vivienne Ames walked as fast as she could without actually running.
As she walked, she attempted to button up her red trench, knowing this particular jacket looked bad unbuttoned. It had become automatic now, fixing herself on her way to work. The humiliation of her first month or so at her new job was still fresh in her mind.
She side stepped a homeless man huddled beside a wall, but was unable to resist dropping some loose change into his hat. "God bless" his voice called out from behind her. When she had first come to New York, the amount of homeless people had staggered her. At her old home everybody helped everybody, and to see people walk by so callously past the poor disturbed her. She had taken to walking around with a pocketful of quarters after the day she had run out of change and had to start giving out bills. That month, she had to give up her morning coffee to pay for rent. It hadn't seemed like a big thing, giving up her coffee, but it only made her realize how much she was addicted to coffee, or more specifically, a caramel macchiato, no foam, extra hot.
It probably started in college where she'd lived, breathed and practically snorted caramel macchiatos, they were her comfort drink, her pick me up, her all-nighter, all in one delicious little cup
Today she hadn't even bothered to get coffee, a power outage had knocked out her alarm and she had slept in. The power had still been out when she had woken up so she had had to get dressed in the dark, and she was starving. Not to mention the lack of caffeine was making her feel tired.
Miserable, wet (it had decided to rain in the last moment), and slightly bruised from bumping around in the dark, she had been dismayed to find that she didn't match. It didn't sound like a huge crisis in the scheme of things, but where she worked, these things mattered.
Flash was the biggest fashion business in the industry. Cutting edge, it specialized in everything about fashion. From magazines to runway shows to clothing lines, it was big. She'd come to New York, fresh out of college, hopeful and wide-eyed and had been lucky enough to land a job at Flash. She'd had to work hard now, but 6 months in she'd been doing spectacular, until today. Her boss, Guy Monterant had been known to fire someone for so much as wearing the wrong pair of shoes for the season. It had been some sort of miracle that she had been hired. Pre-Flash she'd really only worn t-shirts and jeans. Oh she knew how to dress up, and she rarely left the house without makeup and hair done. But she'd never dressed nice everyday. She just didn't have the budget to afford the clothes.
Her first month or so at Flash, she'd dressed as she'd normally did. And she paid for it in humiliation. Unnaturally skinny girls looked down on her and rolled their eyes in disgust. They were bitchy in every sense of the word. Probably from lack of food Vivienne thought. It still hurt though, no matter what she told herself. So she'd started to wear what they did, she didn't mind it; she liked looking pretty. It was just such a hassle. Looking down at her clothes in dismay she knew that if she didn't get fired, it would be a stroke of luck. Although Flash was innovative, it actually followed a strict set of rules. Nobody wore anything if it hadn't already been approved by one of the Department heads. So they only appeared original on the outside. In reality, there was a meeting every month, where that months trends were discussed and approved.
Her job was assistant to the assistant. Cindy Vanderberg was old money and that was probably the only reason she'd landed a job at Flash, especially one as prestigious as Guy Monterant's assistant. Vivienne's job was to do everything Cindy was supposed to do. Assistants didn't even need Assistants; Cindy just thought she deserved one. Vivienne had high hopes that Cindy would grow bored and leave her job. More than anything she wanted to be her replacement. She knew it might not happen, but she'd always been a dreamer.
She was so caught up in her dreams of becoming Monterant's assistant that she didn't notice the blaring orange wooden barrier or the man having a smoke standing behind them until she'd already stumbled into them. The man caught her before she could fall, thankfully. Falling in 4-inch heels was never a fun experience.
"Watch where you're going, princess" He said, gruffly
Normally, she would've ignored a comment like that, but she wasn't in the mood for assumptions. How could she have forgotten about the construction? It had been going on for almost a week now and she'd had to wake up earlier to plan around it.
"I'm no princess" was her answering growl, "And would you get your paws off me?" The hands that had steadied her withdrew, but lingered a bit too long on her waist for comfort
She stared at the man blocking her way. He had a hard hat on which barely concealed strands of long brown hair. His high cheekbones and striking green eyes gave him the look of a male model. The fact that all he was wearing were dirty jeans and a reflective safety vest threw Vivienne off. She'd never been like those sexy blondes who flirted with the numerous male models that walked through the door. That was Cindy. No, instead Vivienne stuttered and blushed when she talked to them; she really wasn't interested. She wanted to establish her career path first. Of course, many of the male models found her shy attitude 'cute' which got her even more attention. They'd seen a thousand Cindy's; Vivienne was unique. Of course, she was friends with a few of the regulars now. It just took her a while to get comfortable.
This construction worker could easily have walked into Flash, just one block down from where she was. She wondered why he had chosen construction; it was one of her habits, wondering about stranger's lives.
She could've stared all day but impatience to get to work caused her response to be more snappy than usual.
"Well? Can I go through?"
He barked out a laugh. Which caught her off guard. "Sorry, sweetheart, no can do. The sale at Nordstrom is going to have to wait."
She bristled, angry that he had made assumptions about her. She hated stereotypes. She resisted the urge to prove him wrong; she was running out of time.
"For your information you jackass, I'm running late for work, so if you could just let me through"
He rolled his eyes, "That's a tall one, babe" He grinned at the glare she threw his way "But you're going to have to go around like everyone else."
Her fists clenched at his condescending tone, but she forced herself to relax, she wasn't going to get through by arguing.
"Please, I know you can let me through, I saw some guy do it yesterday" she tried not to sound whiny, only plaintive, she wasn't quite sure if it worked.
He raised an eyebrow. Oh god, that eyebrow is entirely to perfect to be on such a jackass. She mentally shook her self; she had to stay on track. It was just an eyebrow
"That man was 80 years old, he walks this way every day. You may think I'm a jackass, but I'm not heartless."
She closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears of frustration from leaking out. She wasn't going to win, she knew already, this man had formed his preconceived notions and everything she did would only fuel them.
Dejectedly, she walked away as fast as she could. It was a fifteen-minute walk to go around all the construction. She set herself up at a gruelling pace; At least I'm burning calories, she thought wryly.
Christian frowned at the women walking away from him; had she been crying? He shook his head, Women like that don't cry; they're heartless, selfish, narcissistic bitches, he thought with a sneer. He couldn't help thinking about her though; he'd always been a sucker for beautiful women. And she was beautiful, although it was an entirely different beauty then what he was used to. Her beauty was not readily apparent, it was subtle and soft, and the complete opposite of the women he'd grown up around. He was used to them and there manipulation. And she was just like them, wasn't she? But she hadn't even tried to show him her cleavage
He had seen it all, grown up with the ways of the Upper East Side women. Borne witness to, and been a recipient of, there scheming ways. He was a Destrand and Destrand's lived to manipulate. It was one of the reasons he had chosen construction. There was something about working with his hands that made Christian feel happy. He was leaving his mark on the world in a good way. A clean way. Not one laced with heroin or blatant sexual misdeeds. He wanted to drive through the city with his as of yet nonexistent children and point out the buildings he had helped to make. When he was long gone from here, the buildings would remain, trumpeting his legacy in an unseen way.
He sighed, he was only 26 years old, but unlike other guys his age, he wanted to settle down. He knew he had a while; he didn't have to get married and have kids right away. But he felt such a sense of urgency pumping through his veins, guiding his brain, causing him to imagine what his life would be like with every girl he met. It had been like that for 6 years. Right now his brain was zeroed in on the girl he might've made cry. She had big innocent brown eyes that belied the assumptions he'd made. Her dark brown hair had been tousled and in a disarray around her face, while small pale hands had brushed at them absentmindedly. That was another thing, her hands hadn't been perfectly bronzed, and actually, all the exposed skin he could see had been a pale white. The women he knew scheduled four hundred dollar tanning appointments with French men they were simultaneously fucking.
He wondered what there kids would look like. But he stopped himself, he tried to remember that she was just like all those women he hated, those women who had ruined his childhood, and subsequently, made him who he was today: fucked up. He tried to dispel the dark mood that generally came with remembering his childhood, and instead distracted himself with the problems on the job site. Like the cement truck that was an hour late.
He threw himself into work, slightly disconcerted with himself and his thoughts. It was an hour later when he spotted the very same girl walking down the street, carrying a box. He could see a lamp sticking out, but nothing else. He gazed at her curiously, a bit confused. Her eyes were red and she had a look of complete misery on her face. He watched a tear fall down her face and as she wiped at it, balancing the box in one hand. Than, she stumbled, falling and scattering her things all over the sidewalk.
Concerned, he vaulted over the wooden barrier. Getting down on he knees across from her, he began to help her gather her stuff. She didn't seem to notice until it was all done.
"Thanks" she said, with a small sniff. Than she looked at me and all the sadness suddenly turned to anger
"You" she said in a low venomous voice, "Do you know what you did?"
He stood up, taking a wary step back, her mood had changed from heartbroken to deadly in all of a second.
She continued, "I got fired, that's what you did, all because you thought I was some prissy princess from uptown."
He opened his mouth, in an attempt to apologize, but she was unrelenting, "Now I'm jobless and my rent is late. Oh god, I'm jobless" The last was broken by a heartrending sob, that cause him to take a step towards her. He had no idea what he was going to do, only knowing that he had to do something, anything to stop the pain he'd caused. Which was unlike him. He didn't like getting involved with other people's problems. He preferred to pretend nothing was wrong. It was what he had received his whole life, so it was what he gave.
But her, with her tear filled eyes, and her shaking hands. The hands he had been slightly fixated on just an hour ago. She looked vulnerable, and he had waited his whole life for a damsel in distress.
Awkwardly, he patted her back. She shrugged him off, and with barely a look back, she walked away.
He watched her go before realizing how ridiculous he was being. Without looking back, he turned and went back to work.
"I'm not going," She said, trying to be defiant.
"Yes, you are" Lucas replied, persistently. Vivienne knew it was useless fighting her best friend. He tended to win.
He was twice as big as her both length and weight wise and he had the typical model body. He was young, handsome and unfortunately married. That alone set him apart from the other male models Vivienne knew. However, Lucas no longer modelled, instead, he ran one of the most successful modelling agencies in the city. She had met him when he had brought some models in from a photo shoot. That first time, she had entertained notions of going out with him. He was sweet, funny and intelligent and he liked her for her. Than she saw the ring, and when questioned, he had told her all about his amazing wife. It had been disappointing at first, but she had shaken it off. Especially when she had met his wife, who was a Neurosurgeon. Vivienne was now friends with the both of them. She was closer with Lucas though, and considered him her best friend, a title she hadn't bestowed on anyone in a while.
He threw an outfit at her and told her to try it on, "We're going to the bar whether you like it or not." Politely, he turned around as she changed, and when she was done, he nodded his approval. She scowled at him; the dress was, quite simply put, whorish.
"I'm not wearing this," She said, crossing her arms over her mostly bare chest "Its slutty, disgusting and something Cindy would wear"
He frowned, "You know what, you're right." He turned and rummaged through her closet, until he found something he liked. Tossing it at her, he bent down and continued his search, this time for shoes.
She liked this dress much better. The collar came up to her neck but made up for the lack of skin hidden there with a hemline that that came up six inches above her knee.
"Is Mari coming?" Marilyn-or Mari- was Lucas's wife
He shook his head, "No, she has a huge case coming in" He handed her a simple black pair of Mary Jane's before combing through her jewellery. "Anyways, that would mess with my brilliant plan" He turned around to flash white teeth at her.
She stiffened, "What plan?" She questioned cautiously.
His grin grew as he handed her a few bangles "The plan to get you laid"
She blushed, "I don't need to get 'laid"
"Vivienne, Vivienne, Vivienne." He said, shaking his head "Everyone needs to get laid, and it will take your mind off losing your job"
She blushed at his crudeness, but he paid no heed, continuing, "Just think, your sweaty bodies entwined as you lose your self in him…or he loses himself in you" He winked, and her blush deepened
"You know, if I didn't know you were married, I'd think you were gay" She snapped, flustered.
"Oh darling, you're embarrassed aren't you?" He cooed, "Anyways, my brilliant plan is to get you completely sloshed, then hand you off to the first acceptable guy who will take you"
"Gee, thanks" She muttered, "Anyways, Lucas, its not like I haven't had dates before, just, y'know, none of them ever, uh, well, worked out" She stressed the last two words, looking at her feet nervously.
"Ohh" He said, knowingly, "You're a virgin"
"What, no, uh, no, definitely not. I've had tons of sex. Sex, sex, sex, I just can't get enough." She giggled nervously
He just kept looking at her.
"Fine" She said, shoulders slumping, "I'm a virgin"
"Well, duh. It's really obvious, I mean, you blush whenever anyone even looks at you"
To prove his point, he looked pointedly at her and wiggled his eyebrows. She giggled, but failed to hold back the creeping blush flooding her cheeks.
"So, we're going to chase that blushing virgin away and turn you into a women" As if to prove his point, her cheeks flared back to life.
It was never her intention to remain a virgin. It had just happened, she'd always planned to do it whenever she was ready, but she'd never had a boyfriend for more than a few weeks and a random hook-up just didn't feel right.
"Okay, I'll go to the bar with you, maybe I'll even, uhm, 'pick-up' a guy. But I'm not going to, uhm, 'become a women' tonight, okay Lucas?"
He rolled his eyes and acquiesced, before shooing her out the door.
"Anyways, if your not too busy, do you want to come over to my place?"
Christian didn't even spare her a glance; he just stared glumly into his beer thinking about how pathetic he was. The Brunette had propositioned him almost as soon as he'd walked through the door. Her eagerness belied her age, and that coupled with her youthful appearance led him to believe that she was probably under 20. She had chattered for about 10 minutes, but with no response from him, she had soon trailed off into this suddenly nervous query. He took pity on her, so instead of ignoring her, he sent her a small smile and a soft 'no'. I turned out to be a mistake as she instantly started up her chatter again.
He just wanted to lose himself. Logically (hopefully), he knew that somewhere there was a girl with his happy ending. He should just be patient, but telling ones self and actually doing it are two completely different things he realized. He looked around the room, but he saw no one he would even remotely consider a relationship with. He scanned the room again and stopped. It's too much of a coincidence he thought, but there she was, the pretty girl from this morning. She was dressed in a simple white dress that bordered on prudish which was a definite change from the girl beside him. He got up to approach her, and stopped short. A man had just come in right behind her, Christian watched as he put a hand on the small of her back and directed her to a table. It was crowded in the bar, as a few people blocked her from Christian's view for a moment. When they were gone, he saw her laugh at something the guy had said. He noticed how beautiful she was when she laughed, noticed the way her hand came up to cover her mouth. How the edge of her eyes crinkled and the loud boisterous sound that came from her mouth.
He barely knew her, but already, he was smitten
He felt the depression seep back in. he tried to remind himself hat she was just another preppy princess, but he couldn't seem to muster the hate. All he could think was that there was one girl in the bar who he might've wanted to get to know and she was taken. It didn't help that he'd made her cry. He sat back down, and realized that he must've been standing and staring for a while as the brunette had long since gone on to her next prospect. He ordered a shot and downed it, ignoring the subsequent chaser.
Fuck his life.
"No, no way, no fricken way, he's here, that construction worker I told you about, he's here" Vivienne ducked behind lucas, "What are the odds, oh my god, hes looking over here"
"Are you serious? Where is he? I don't see him" Lucas turned his head and began peering around the bar.
"Don't look" she hissed
"Well, don't hide behind me, c'mon, strut your stuff girl, show him your fine" Lucas placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to a table, "Soon he'll be begging for your forgiveness"
She laughed, "He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who begs"
" Well, let me be the judge of that, sometimes the most ordinary guys are the ones who..." he trailed off, staring at the bar
"Ones who what? What are you looking at?" she looked over where he was staring, but only saw the construction worker, she looked down and blushed, he was looking right over here.
"It can't be" Lucas's face broke out in a huge grin, "Come here, there's someone I'd like you to meet, maybe he'll make sure I go home alone tonight" he winked at her
It took her a while to get the innuendo, so by the time they had made there way over to the bar she was cherry red, and hadn't had the time to compose herself. Lucas stood in front of her, partially blocking her view, she peered around him, to look at the guy he was talking animatedly too.
Christian turned to the bar and ordered another shot. He looked back over to her table, and frowned, she was gone. He scanned the bar room but couldn't see her anywhere
"Is that you, Christian?" Christian turned upon hearing his name. For a second he just stared, then a smile lit across his face.
"Wow Lucas, it's been years"
"Damn right it's been years, why haven't you contacted me?"
"Hey, that's not fair, I send the occasional email" Christian said, a bit petulantly, but he couldn't be serious for long, not with Lucas. He'd met Lucas a few years ago, back when he'd been a male model. Modelling was something he'd resorted to in order to pay his way through university after he'd refused his parents help. He'd quit modelling as soon as he'd decided that he wanted to go into construction. In a few more years, he hoped to have his own contracting business; he'd almost saved enough money to do so. Of course, he had the trust fund that his peers relied on, but the life of a privileged party boy held no appeal to him. Of course, when asked what he did, his parents lied and said he was a lawyer; it wouldn't do to have their son in a trade.
"By the way," Christian continued, "I heard Mari's pregnant, congratulations" He slapped Lucas on the back, and finally noticed the pale girl standing behind him.
The brown hair, falling in waves around her face, the large brown eyes, expressive and revealing, it was her. She looked confused, he was confused too, how did she know Lucas?
"Who's that?" he said with a frown, gesturing towards the girl.
Lucas's good mannered grin was replaced with a sly look, "This," he said, reaching behind and grabbing her hand to pull her forward, "This is Vivienne"
It suddenly clicked to Christian, why Lucas was at a bar (he never liked them), why he was acting intimately with that girl, Vivienne. He remembered the way he'd put his hand on the small of her back when they'd first come in. There was only one conclusion Christian could think of: Lucas was having an affair.
He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it; it just wasn't like Lucas to do something like that. It couldn't be Lucas's fault; it was obvious that it was the brown haired, doe-eyed jezebel who'd seduced him. The Lucas he knew would never hurt Mari like that.
His frown deepened "Lucas, could I talk to you for a sec?" Christian turned and walked a few feet down the bar
"Sure" Lucas turned to Vivienne, "I'll be right back" Lucas followed him, "What's up?"
"What the fuck are you up to?" Christian hissed, "She's like what, 19? 20? You can't throw what you with Mari away over some, some, girl" A girl whom I am very attracted to he thought, a bit annoyed. He knew what she'd done and he was still attracted to her. Hell he was fucked
Lucas cocked an eyebrow, "Uhm, one Vivienne is 24, and two what the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that Mari is pregnant now, and you can't just go gallivanting off with some whore"
Lucas looked a bit confused "Whore?" he asked
Christian gestured impatiently towards Vivienne.
Lucas looked over his shoulder at the girl in question, "Vivienne's not a whore, and what do you mean gallivant- Oh" Understanding dawned in his eyes. Then he laughed, "You think me and Viv, that me and Viv" Lucas couldn't finish cause he was laughing too hard
"Affairs are not laughing matters" Christian said, frustrated. His parents had both indulged in adultery, without even bothering to hide it
Lucas seemed to remember that sordid detail from his past and instantly sobered, "Sorry man, I wasn't laughing about that, it's just that, I love Mari and would never even consider cheating on her. Also, Viv is like one of my closest friends, she's practically a sister to me."
Christian looked over at Vivienne, she looked nervous and unsure, she had to know they were talking about her. He suddenly felt like the biggest asshole, how could he even think she would do something like that? Her eyes, so unlike those of the women he'd grown up with, were revealing, there were no shields to hide her thoughts. There was no shrewd calculating looks, looks he had seen too many times on his own mother. There was just her, so vulnerable that he suddenly had the urge to hold her in his arms and banish all her fears and insecurities.
He sighed, "Ah, man I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply- well, just sorry"
"Hey no problem" The jovial Lucas was back, he slapped Christian on the back, "Now lets go back over to Vivienne, I haven't formally introduced you two yet" Lucas turned and headed back over to Viv.
Christian followed, "That's the thing, Lucas, we've-"
"We've already met" Vivienne finished. She'd obviously gained her composure in the few minutes since he'd last looked at her. The shy girl was gone, replaced with woman who looked furious, if a bit confused.
It surprised him that such a small women could look so angry.
It surprised him even more that it turned him on.
Vivienne was confused, very much so. How did Lucas know him? She couldn't imagine Lucas being friends with such an asshole. She could see them talking a few feet away, and although she couldn't hear them over the raucous bar, she wasn't stupid. She watched as the construction worker, Christian, gestured at her, and she knew they were talking about her. Who knew what lies he was telling Lucas, she stared at his lips, trying to figure out what he was saying. They were nice lips too, full and slightly pink. She wondered what they would feel like on her skin. She watched him lick his lips, and found herself mimicking the action. She suddenly felt hungry, but not for food. It was a disconcerting feeling. She realized she was still staring at his lips; she turned away but not before she saw the word whore clearly fall from his lips. She stiffened and suddenly felt very small. She looked down at her dress, pulling at the edge self-consciously; she hadn't thought she looked like a whore when she'd left her apartment, but maybe she was wrong. Her dress was kind of short.
She realized what was happening and stopped. She wasn't a whore; she knew that she wasn't, so why did she care what that man thought? She felt anger creep up on her, and instead of pushing it back down, like she usually did, she allowed it to surface.
She saw them come back her way.
"That's the thing, Lucas, we've-"
"We've already met" She finished
Lucas frowned, "You have? When?"
Christian opened his mouth to speak, but she again cut him off, "That's the construction worker I told you about." Christian glared at her and she revelled in the power she felt. She had spoken out more in two days than she had in years. She was tired of being timid, and that asshole of a construction worker wasn't going to walk all over her.
"Wait," Lucas said, with a grin, "You're the asshole?"
"I am not an asshole…. I just made a mistake, is all" Christian said grudgingly
Viv snorted, "Mistake? You made blatantly untrue assumptions about me and caused me to lose my job"
"How was I supposed to know they were untrue?"
Vivienne bristled; she didn't like how he wasn't taking responsibility. If there was one thing she hated, it was when people hid from the consequences of their actions.
Before she could retort, Lucas stepped in, "Okay, children, as fun as this is, I don't think you two should say anything else until you guys at least know each others last names…So, Vivienne Ames, this is Christian Destrand, an old friend from my modelling days. Christian Destrand, this is Vivienne Ames, one of my very good friends" He stared pointedly at the both of them, until they grudgingly shook hands.
"Now children, I can't have my two good friends bitchin' at each other, so, apologize."
Lucas turned his gaze onto Christian, "What?" Christian said, "I am not going to apologize first"
Something in Vivienne snapped just then, "Fine," she said, "then you can rot in hell."
And without another word, she stormed from the bar.
It wasn't until she was outside that she let the tears fall, she could only be tough for so long.
Stupid asshole she thought stupid gorgeous asshole
"Don't be such a child" Lucas said. The smile had fallen from Lucas's lips, and for the first time since Christian had met him, he looked angry. Christian knew he was acting like a little kid, but he couldn't seem to help it, he hated admitting he was wrong, and he was horrible at apologizing.
"Look, Viv told me about the things you said, and considering your past, I don't blame you, but that doesn't mean you don't have to apologize. Viv's been through a lot since she came to the city, and although you weren't the sole reason she lost her job, you were definitely a contributing factor" Lucas sighed, "She's also been victimized by those people you hate. The girls she works with, well, lets just say they would rather spit on her then look at her. Actually you know her boss, intimately in fact, the name Cindy Hargrove ring a bell?"
Christian felt sick at the mention of that name, Cindy was one of the main reasons he hated anything upper class. When he had attended the prestigious Walton academy, he had dated Cindy; hell he'd practically fallen in love with her. That was, until she'd cheated on him, multiple times, and then spread lies about him around the whole school. She had made his senior year hell. He still ached when he thought of how the people he had thought were his friends had abandoned him. How they had believed the slurs whispered about him.
Christian sighed, "I know I'm an asshole, and I don't know, she's just so-" Christian ran a hand through his hair, frustrated "I just want to protect her, I guess"
Lucas, arched an eyebrow, "Well, I think what you need to do is go out there and kiss her senseless, but apologize first, show her your not really the asshole she thinks you are"
Christian bit his lip, and made a decision. Without looking back, he followed her out the door.
She was waiting at the crosswalk "Vivienne," he called out. "Vivienne wait"
She turned around, but as soon as she saw him, she quickly turned back. Not quickly enough, however, he saw the tear tracks, glistening red and green, reflecting the traffic back at him.
He felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach, this was the second time he'd made her cry. He was an asshole. She couldn't possibly forgive him.
He walked up to her anyways; tentatively he reached a hand out, but then dropped it. "Look Vivienne, I'm sorry, I've been such a- well, such an asshole. If its possible I'd like to start over…if that's okay?"
She turned around, "Look, I don't want to start over. I don't even want to get to know you. I just want to go home, and forget I ever met you."
He felt panic seep in. She couldn't just leave him, she couldn't forget him; he wouldn't let her.
The light would change soon; he made a split second decision. This time, when he reached his hand out, he didn't let it drop, instead, he reached around her waist, and drew her into a tight embrace.
"Wha-" was all she got out before he kissed her.
He put everything into that kiss, and was pleased when, instead of pushing him away, she pulled him closer. Her hands came up into his hair and she let out a soft little sigh. That sigh turned him on more than anything. He coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, and began sucking on her lower lip. She tasted like caramel, and coffee. He wanted more, suddenly wanted to know her more intimately. Eventually she pulled away. He expected to see anger at his taking advantage of her. Instead what he saw was the vulnerability that made him want to hold her tight and never let go.
She seemed suddenly nervous, "Do you want to go get some coffee?" she asked
The smile that lit across her face made him lose his breath. Her smile made him forget everything and everyone. He would do anything to keep that smile on her face.
He knew then, that he could fall in love with her. That he might already be in love with her. When it happened, he didn't know, all he knew was that he wanted her in his life, for however long as she wanted to be in it.
He reached down and clasped her hand in his; it was so small, so delicate. He looked down at her, and she looked up at him. Looking into her eyes, he thought, she could love me too.
She loves me too
Hey guys, I'm sorry, the ending's rushed, but I have exactly 3 minutes to submit it…..maybe I'll fix it up later….