Calvin's Creamy Caramel

15| that plump, full lips

I've been looking at where we're going,
There's no slowin' down to go back.
And thinking of where we've been,
No one's ever been given a road map.
~Timeflies

~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kat

It's been three days and no, I am so not ready for Bella kicking me out tomorrow. What did I even do to her? I can't swallow what she threw at me no matter how hard I try. I just brought up Dean! Her latest boyfriend who actually took time to understand her. And it's not like they fought or stuff like that. Or did they? I don't know.

And just then, I realize that I never took time observing Bella. She's been more distant lately, ever since I got fired, I just realize and mentally slap myself. It's because of my selfish shit going on that I was never there for her. What if Dean dumped her that's why she needs Calvin? I'm fine if they fuck. I mean, why did I react like a drama queen when she told me she was to fuck Calvin. I shouldn't care. So why did I? Why do I?

That guy's super familiar no matter how hard I try to shake him off of my brain. Have I seen him in an ad before?

No. My brain whispers.

I squint my eyes, buried deep in thought when a woman clears her throat, bringing me back to reality.

The reality where I'm in desperate need of a house. And a job.

"I'm sorry," she smiles coolly. "it seems like the rent for a month is 1500 dollars."

I just then remember that this woman standing in front of me is the woman who owns the apartment I saw in the internet last night open for rent. She's a little older compared to the picture she had on the net as the owner of this very expensive apartment. And don't get me started on that hideous mole on the middle of her forehead. It's huge! I don't remember seeing this on her picture. She probably photoshopped it. Or let someone do it for her. I slowly drop my gaze on her nose. Sheesh. I pray to God that I didn't even do that. Her nose is bigger than her mouth! Wait, noses are supposed to be bigger than mouths. I shake my head and watch it slowly, like a cheetah preying on its prey. It's bigger than her head. Yep. Her nose is bigger than her head. I watch it closely as it moves. Every time she says a word, the holes enlarge. And is that...booger?

"Ehem, Miss Vagina, I'm sorry but are you even paying attention?" She frowns, both brows meeting the huge mole on her forehead and I laugh. I fucking laugh and snort out loud. I don't even mind correcting my family name because her face is the funniest thing I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, but is there anything funny?" She asks once more, deepening her frown, causing me to hold my stomach as I guffaw.

I have no idea what has gotten into me. I feel like I'm high in Marijuana that I don't even smoke. I am about to find my composure when I lose my footing and trip. What's worse is that I trip on her. And what's worst is that she doesn't catch me as I fall.

With a hard bang on the cemented floor, I flinch and try to stand up brushing off my stupidity. I don't even feel embarrassed, which is capital weird. I must be possessed.

I am about to ask her the lowest price she could give me when she struts to the door and bangs it close. I can even hear her locking it up with a couple of bolts.

Bolts? Seriously? I'm not some crazy woman who'd even enter that apartment even if it was unlocked. She  thinks I'm that crazy?

And all of a sudden, I actually feel crazy. I've fucking lost it because I start crying. The first tear falls off from my left eye, then my right, and they come out of every hole on my face. Even my ears feels like crying. Literally, I feel it ejaculate.