Chapter 3: The Notebook
The Notebook.
I’M NOT WATCHING THE FREAKING FUCKING NOTEBOOK! NEVER AGAIN!
I was about to throw the fucking side-table beside me at the screen until a very excited feminine voice made my brain stop all its functions. I looked at the door and spotted her.
“OH MY GOD! WE’RE WATCHING THE NOTEBOOK?” I swear I saw her eyes dreaming about the opportunity to watch The Notebook. My very hellish freaking mad mind screamed at her in a merciless tone that ‘THERE IS NO FREAKING FUCKING WAY WE’LL WATCH THE SHITTY NOTEBOOK, YOU’LL COME DOWN HERE AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB’
But! Fortunately my heart spoke instead and sweetly said “If you want to”. Watching her joyful smile was like throwing a bucket of ice cold water to my brain, relaxing it.
Her joy doubled after hearing my words and she ran to where I was, throwing herself into my lap and wrapping her arms around me. Still euphoric she said “I heard it’s the best movie in the whole world! This has been my dream since I was a kid!”
“Jellal promise me something” “Anything” “Promise me that when we get out of here we’ll watch The Notebook” “The Notebook?” “Yeah! I heard it’s the best movie in the whole world!” “The Notebook?” “Yes! Its my dream to watch it!”
Wait…What did she just said?! She said it has been her dream to watch The Notebook?! My childhood friend told me it was her dream to watch The Notebook while we were slaves…
No…No there’s no way, she died before my eyes and was thrown into the ocean, there’s no way…
I took my exclusive phone 6, that hasn’t been released yet but still got it because I’m the richest man on Earth, and searched frantically for the most loved chick flick statistics. My heart beating violently against my chest and even sweat was starting to form in my forehead as I scrolled the information desperately.
My…Friend didn’t even notice my exaltation. She was too busy, doing guess what?
Watching The Fucking Notebook!
Fuck damn it!
I finally found it. All the people in the world love The Notebook.
So there’s a high probability this woman, has scarlet hair and had the dream of watching the most loved movie of all time, The Notebook. And still not being my dead childhood friend…
Interesting.
I calm down a little, and focus on her. She reminded me so much of her…
“What’s your name?” I asked out of the blue, still intrigued about the fact that she has scarlet hair and loves The Notebook. This was the final trial.
She turns around confused and then transform to the seductive beast I first met, but first paused the movie obviously. She straddles me and slowly begins to untie my favorite red tie, I gulp and level my head up to hers to give her space, our lips are close once again and the urge to bruise her lips comes back as I wait for my answer.
“I have many names” she says as if tired of telling the same story over and over again, once the tie is off and places it on the side-table I threatened to throw earlier.
She paused getting back a little to look into my eyes, who were having trouble staying focused on hers specially when there was some friction going on down there, she seemed to enjoy doing this.
Her hands went to unbutton the top button “Some call me Titaina” I gulped, that sounded painful “Others call me Queen of Fairies” is that supposed to be adorable, I’m confused “Armored Girl” got some weapons…
Each name she pronounced, she unbutton a button and continued. Three down, four to go.
“Queen of Spades…” she undid another one, but the urge of knowing and something else…was too great for me to handle and I rolled us both in a quick movement so I could be on top.
My sudden action extracted one of her girly-little-yelp-like-screams and that defenseless cute innocent face, under my predator’s claws.
But quickly composed herself, well to one of her selves. The seductive Boss-Ass Bitch self.
“Well someone’s impatient” she looked away troubled but I was starting to go insane, or rather more insane.
“And I’m called King of Hearts. Your name. Now” she looked at me, deciding to accept or withdraw.
She seemed to have made her mind but her face turned to wonder.
“So?” I encourage, she scratched her head as in deep thought and after a while of asking herself, she came to a conclusion.
“I don’t know” ...
“You don’t know what your name is?” I asked seriously “I guess not” she sounded sincere but still…
“What’s your name?” “Erza, just plain Erza” “You don’t have a last name?” “I guess not” “Your hair is pretty scarlet” “Hey! Why don’t we call you Erza Scarlet?!” “Scarlet! The color of your hair! That way I’ll never forget!”
She…doesn’t have a name…No this still can’t mean anything…
“I’m sorry” I apologized for being a dork, but she calmly replays “Don’t, I’ve had much worse. Believe me” I was starting to lose it again ‘Let’s see about that.’ My mind told me. This part of me wanted to show her how mean I could be. But! There was this other part of me that just wanted to watch The fucking Notebook with her.
I hate these voices in my head.
I decide to pick my heart once again and get off her. She is surprised but content and gets on my lap again, just that this time my shirt was open and I must admit I was a bit…excited, down there.
She threw me that look that a friend throws you when both of you have dirty thoughts over something, my face heated up but somehow not of that kind of embarrassment it was as if we were having fun.
Like friends.
The movie continues where it left off. She starts to cuddle closer to me, hugging me and resting her head on the base of my neck.
Well this wasn’t what I planned, actually there was no plan at all but I’m feeling happy so whatever.
Maybe sex was never the cure, maybe I just need a friend or something more.
Somebody to love…
