Hello! I'm Trojan, and welcome to my third story on Fictionpress! I am in no means new to fiction, or writing on the Internet, but this is among my first stories, so please don't hate. Leave a review if you like, if you don't... at least tell me why. This just a bunch of one-shots about the harsh, painful side of love.

Natalie glared across the table and the dark brown haired man. Damian Ruff was the most annoying, frustrating and devilishly handsome man she'd ever had the misfortune to meet. His blond hair feel across his eyes in spikes, his leaf green eyes slits in a constant glare. He was so different to her, while she had a kind, out-going personality, he was dark and secretive, preferring to get what ever job done without any distractions.

It wasn't what she normally thought about in a important business meeting, but she was finding it hard to concentrate.

She glanced down the long table that separated them, her eyes resting on her boyfriend's slumped form, Fred's dirty ginger hair covering his emerald eyes. He barely had time for her anymore. He wasn't ever home and they never talked, despite the fact they lived in the same house and worked on the same floor. She was so annoyed that she'd got so caught up in the romance of the moment, when he asked her out on their first date, that she hadn't even realized that there was no spark in their relationship.

Natalie sighed, her dark, straight hair falling into her eyes. Her hair was short and choppy, she'd never had time for long, flowing hair. She was pretty, in a dark way, her indigo eyes surrounded in light blue eye-shadow. She'd put on the make-up in preparation for her dinner that night, a celebration of Fred and her's five year anniversary. Five years? she thought to herself. It's gone so fast.

Five years of going nowhere. Five years of a drop-dead relationship and nothing to stop herself from leaving. Leaving... It seemed like a good idea. Why shouldn't she leave? There was nothing to stop her, and Fred wouldn't even bat an eyelid. She thought back to all those times when Fred hadn't been with her.

The whole house seemed cold without him. Of course, she could have gone out, had a nice dinner in town without the constant chat and discussions about work that Fred dragged with him. Natalie found herself staring at the cherry red door, her blue eyes failing to recognize the pale reality that flashed in front of her eyes. The door was right in front of her, she could have walked out before he came back from the trip. But she was bound to her relationship, and it wouldn't let go.

Another memory, she couldn't make them stop. It flashed in front of her eyes and made her gasp.

"Leave then! If you don't like it, go!" he yelled, his green eyes glowing with rage. Another fight, another reason to go. But Natalie was loyal - or so she kidded herself, she couldn't have her reputation diminished because of the lack of love between Fred and herself.

"I will then, if that's what you want!" she screamed.

She never did.

Until she met Damian.

"So... you're Natalie?" She nodded. "And you work in the other block?" She nodded again. "Then why are you here?"

"My boyfriend," she said quickly.

"Boyfriend? Hm, what's his name?"

"Fred," she muttered,

"Sorry, didn't catch that?"

"Fred," she repeated, slightly louder.

"Pardon?" He was messing with her now.

"FRED!" she hissed. "Fred! F-R-E-D, spells Fred!"

He looked amused. "Fred? Why didn't you say so?" He was wearing a silly, almost smug, grin.

"Can I come in or not?!" she said savagely.

He did let her in - eventually. Natalie knew from then on she hated him. Of course, they warmed up to each other after a while.

Fred and Damian were talking during lunch break. She wasn't particularly happy about this. She slammed her tray down onto the table, glaring and Damian.

"What," she hissed, jerking her thumb at the dark headed man, "is he doing here?"

"Calm down, Nat, he's just sitting here for now," Fred soothed. Damian smirked at her and she walked away, leaving Fred incredibly confused.

She did accept Damian sitting at their table, more because it was inevitable than her liking it. Yes, Damian Ruff was a complete bastard, but he grew on her.

Natalie was so sick of arguing with him. In fact, the only thing they ever agreed on was how annoying each other were. But they managed (barely) to get through the day without taking each other's head off. Come night, it was a different story.

They ran - quite literally - into each other while going down the main road of their broken-down half-town.

"Oh," he said frostily. "It's you."

"Hello, Damian," she muttered stiffly.

There was a long pause.

"Do you wanna get some dinner somewhere?" he asked.

"Okay." She had nowhere better to go, nothing better to do, so she followed him into a little pub named The Mermaids Heart. There was a brown haired girl chatting with the man behind the counter - a beefy guy called Gray - and a few others scattered around the tables.

"A Martini, stirred and a pint of beer," Damian ordered, handing her the Martini, which she eyed skeptically. "Drink it," he encouraged. She did. It was quite nice.

"How did you know I liked my Martinis stirred?"

"Because you're nothing like James Bond."

She couldn't help it, she laughed. "No, I'm serious!"

Shrugging, he muttered, "Lucky guess."

She blinked, trying desperately to focus on the meeting, but couldn't. She looked over at Damian, who winked. She blushed and found herself thinking about the second time she'd been in The Mermaid's Heart.

She was lonely, Fred was away on yet another business trip, and she needed cheering up.

"Well, well, well, what have we here? Natalie Wells, drinking her heart away."

"But what's this," Natalie snapped, "Damian Ruff, not chatting up some chick for once!"

"Ouch, cat's got claws."

" 'Cat got claws'? Really?"

"Not my best," he said with a shrug.

"Not your best?" she echoed. "You've got a whole arsenal of insults! You could insult practically anyone!"

"Not in the mood."

Damian Ruff, not in the mood for insults? My, my, what happened to him? she mused. "Okay, spill."

He looked flustered. "To you? Not a chance! Besides, guys don't spill their souls!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Tell me what happened."

"Fine," he spat.

And then he was kissing her, his lips gentle against her's. He cupped his around her neck, pulling her closer to her. She melted into his body, her lips fitting perfectly into his. Her hands rose, one resting on his firm chest while the other ran through his hair.

"Damian," she murmured into the kiss. "Damian," her voice was harsher this time, more forceful.

He broke away, his eyes dark and wanting. She realized she was still pressed against him, hand in his dark hair. "Yes?" he whispered hoarsely.

"I have a boyfriend!" she said, still shocked by the emotion behind the kiss. "And he's your friend!"

"If that's how it is," he glowered, raising his chin.

"He's my boyfriend," she repeated ruefully.

"Then break up with him!"

"I-I can't," she whispered.

He glared at her, green and blue eyes meeting, her own begging and his stony cold. He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

"I've tried, but I can't."

But that didn't stop her from seeking him out, kissing him and telling him she loved him. It didn't stop her from cheating on her boyfriend with his best friend.

It probably never would.