Til Death Do Us Part // James Patrick March

greetings

It's been two weeks since I got kicked out and found my way in to the Hotel Cortez.

Things have been going great. Claudia, my black little cat somehow made her way here and It's mine and James 2 week anniversary.

   Speaking of anniversaries, thats's when my mind traced back to my past relationships. My last relationship didn't end on a very good note.

   He was an asshole named Jason.

   He was all lovey dovey in the beginning but the further we were in the relationship the more downhill it went.

   He'd start complaining about my looks and style. I ignored it at first but the more and more he kept insulting me the further it pushed my limits.

   Then of course, I ended it which shifted him from complaining to begging but I seriously couldn't give two shits about him.

   We ended our relationship on my birthday also known as our 3 year anniversary.

The day that my rent was due for my hotel room, James had offered for me to stay at his room, which I gladly took.

Everything has happened so fast it's almost like a big beautiful blur.

Anyways, I'm sitting at the Cortez bar talking with Liz.

"Wait, wait, so you let James try candy?" Liz chuckled out.

"I mean yea he seems like a candy person right?"

"Hell no, more like a someone who looks like they came straight out of the phantom on opera."

"Do not violate my favorite broadway show like that," I firmly advised her holding in my own laughter.

"Okay, but I gotta say Grease is way better of a broadway show."

I stared at her in disbelief. What the actual fuck?!

"What the hell Grease is absolutely old school and horrible."

"Speaking of old school," Liz says looking at her fingernails.

"Don't."

"My bad."

"Hello ladies," a tall figure says. As I got to observe his features more he looks actually rather attractive.

He also looks familiar, really familiar.

He's wearing a vibrant blazer with no under shirt, normal pants, his hair is died red at the ends, and stacked necklaces in his chest.

"I'm, Tristan," he says offering his hand

"Y/n," I said grabbing his hand to shake.

I'm assuming Tristan already know who Liz is, due to the look in Liz's face. Unamused.

"You look really familiar," I spat out.

"I was on the runway quite a few nights ago."

Oh shit thats the guy who I'm was assuming drunk and probably high.

Or that could be his personality I don't know. But he drank other peoples drinks and kissed people.

Me and James both were laughing really hard together that night, partly due to him.

"Oh yea I remember you, you're quite memorable," I chuckled out.

"Oh yea sorry not sorry about the entrance I was high."

I knew it.

My mind traced back to the bold memories with me and James.

Speaking if James I don't know where James is right now.

I woke up to an empty bed and I didn't really bother to look for him assuming that he's probably smoking a blunt out on the open window we both met at.

He's been smoking there ever since we met, it's probably become a habit.

"Hello," A faint beautiful voice said.

I peeked to the side of where Tristan is standing at to reveal the voice, and it was a beautiful blonde woman probably mid 30's if not late 20's.

She wore a breathtaking black gown paired with heels and golden jewelry.

She was absolutely stunning.

Tristan turned around quickly smirking at the sight of her.

"I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm afraid Tristan has important events to attend to," she said politely.

She has the looks that can make a dead man arise, she's gorgeous.

But hidden behind those deep hazel eyes seemed to be an expression of darkness and somewhat passion.

"Of course my darling, I was just talking with Liz and the new girl, Y/n," Tristan says now facing me and Liz.

"Oh well hello, I'm Elizabeth, you can also call me The Countess," The Countess politely said.

"Hello nice to meet you I'm Y/n."

"Well goodbye now were off," she said gripping Tristan's shoulder firmly while now walking out of the bar.

I looked at Liz and she just shrugged.

Using my peripheral vision I can see The Countess eyeing me very carefully while walking towards the elevator.

"Well Liz nice talking to you," I said. "For a very limited time," I mumbled as Liz laughed. "I will be looking for James."

"Alright bye Y/n!" She waved.

I waved back smiling.

I made my way to the elevator.

Once I made it to the 2nd floor I looked for James near the window me met.

And there he was.

There was James sitting down at the window dangling his legs in the air, similar to the night I almost died.

I walked toward him and I guess James sensed I was behind him so he looked back.

"Well good morning darling," James said walking towards me.

"James it's 2pm."

"Oh my, that means I haven't seen you all morning," he stated picking me and smothering me in kisses.

"Oh James stop it's okay."

James just laughed. His sweet laugh I can't get enough off.

"Now let's go to our room we shouldn't keep Claudia waiting," I said grabbing his hand with no hesitation.

"Alright darling slow down." James said as I sped to our room.

Once were at the room James unlocked the door and I ran inside to find Claudia.

"Claudiaaa," I sang.

I looked down and saw my little green eyed cat peering up at me.

"Oh there you are," I chuckled picking her up and bringing her to our bed.

"James come here me and Claudia are waiting," I said as Claudia kept trying to find a comfortable position on the bed.

"Okay dear."

I saw James walk toward the bed with no shirt just some pants.

"Looking good Mr. March," I said snuggling into his chest with Claudia right above us on our pillow.

"What mirror are you looking at Mr's March?"

I smiled me and James are basically parents raising a child named Claudia. AKA our cat.

Interrupting our comfort, a faint ding rang through my ears meaning I just got a text message.