The Beautiful & Damned

08 - Mistake

mistake - /mɪˈsteɪk/
an act or judgement that is misguided or wrong

Gerald's Point Of View
Last few days were like something I thought I'd never experience again; being with cutie has been absolutely amazing. She's smart, she's super funny with a wild sense of humor. I love everything about her; especially the way she looks at me, how she treats me. We clicked, for real.
I couldn't get enough of her, I could cuddle her all the time, which hasn't happened since Melina left me.

I was madly in love once. It was when I just finished my studio, tried the equipment out with a couple of my friends for the first time. Melina was trying to find someone to help her record some songs and make a demo for her manager. She was everything I was looking for in a girl; funny, nice, beautiful and talented, very ambitious. We got along pretty well and I dove deep head first. At first it was going great; she moved in fairly quick, we worked on her music together, went on road trips, had fun nights out with our friends, we basically did everything together. Shortly after we finished her album, she became pretty distant. I thought she was nervous because she was waiting for news from her manager; did she get signed or not, I assumed that's why she was so restless. 
Well, turned out my assumption was totally off. She was cheating on me with some wannabe rapper that already came to see me once, a few months earlier, asking for my help with producing.
I was devastated, she broke my heart and I asked her to leave and never come back. I was a wreck for months. Marty was constantly visiting me, trying everything to cheer me up. Eventually I went along, let him drag me to clubs where I shot drink after drink until I was so faded and I could smash one of the gold-digging hoes that were constantly around.
And that's how it began; I'd go out with the guys, there would always be a ton of girls around, they recognized certain artists I helped and they'd be all up in our faces, showing off their fake tits, puckering their botox mouth.
So I smashed then trashed, every night a different girl. It seemed to be working for a while but lately I just haven't had that will to do it, you know... and then I met Ashley Diana. Cutie.
She completely turned my world around, which I didn't expect nor was I looking for. Meeting her at Tropico I thought she would be easy; in there they usually are. Turns out, she's completely different. I met a ton of girls but she's not like any of them; I can't put my finger on it why but I didn't even try to smash her the first night we went out. It's like she can sense things, knows exactly what I like; how to move, how to touch me, what to say, what to do.
I was always playing around with girls but after I spent some time with her, none of them seemed even a bit as interesting as she is.
None of them seemed worth my time anymore.

One of my clients got signed with a major label, so Marty helped me organize a party at the club; the usual thing we do to celebrate. We invited some people, arranged for him to perform a couple of songs, present them to the public in style. The word gets around pretty fast from there on.
I've been working all day, helping with decorations, drinks and table arrangements, we did a soundcheck and I took care of some minor things to make sure everything would be perfect. I invited cutie to escort me to the party, be my plus one but she said she has an early meeting the next day so I had to go alone. I was a little disappointed, I admit; I thought she would come with me, meet my friends and all that.
The night started off great. I announced Jayce, he performed and the crowd loved him, it was a success. Then the girls came for autographs and there was a line in front of our vip booth. After that the party kicked off for real. People kept congratulating me, bringing me drinks until I got so faded that I barely recognized the faces around me. I tried to sober up as fast as I could when this girl came along, taking a glass of water from my hand, jumped in my lap and started kissing me.
I went along with everything she did, I was too drunk to say no. Me and whiskey have this love-hate relationship.
We ended up at my place and I don't even know how. I smashed her, again, not knowing how the hell I was even able to get it up. With so much alcohol in my system I usually just rolled to the side and fell asleep.
I didn't even remember what that chick looked like, what her name was; not until the next morning.
I opened my eyes, barely. The hangover was pretty bad but not as bad as the moment of realization that hit me; that girl in my bed isn't cutie.
What the fuck did I do last night?

I chugged a bottle of water and put my clothes on. I took a seat on the couch and tried remembering last night. My phone was laying there on the table so I grabbed it and saw a message from cutie.
It said Sorry I couldn't be there, I'm sure you pulled it all off, tho. Also, I miss you a tiny bit. Dinner at my place tonight?
I literally felt tears forming in the back of my eyes; I felt so incredibly guilty, it was eating me up inside. I know me and Ashley Diana are far from official but I still felt like I disappointed the hell out of her; And for what?
It wasn't even worth it!
I don't even know the name of the girl sleeping in my bed.
Which reminded me; I needed to get her the hell out of here, it was almost noon and I had to pull myself together for later.
I texted cutie back, saying It was alright but I missed you... I'd love to come by.
She replied
Awh, that's sweet! See you at 7."

Then I went back to the room to wake that girl up, making up an excuse why she has to leave; like I needed one. I didn't even care anymore.
"Hey." I shook her gently. "Wake up."
She mumbled something and opened her eyes, smiling.

"Hey baby." She moaned.

"Get up, I have somewhere to be in 20. Time to leave." I said. I can't believe how disgusted I was when I looked at her. I mean she was pretty but the whole situation made me hurl.

"Already?" She was confused.

"Yeah, already. Here's your dress." I picked her dress off the floor and threw it on the bed.

"Alright, I'm going." She said and got dressed, slipping her heels on.

"See ya." I said, standing in the doorway, waiting for her to go.

"Call me?" She optimistically asked.

"Uhm, listen, you're a nice girl but this isn't and won't be going anywhere. Goodbye." I said and closed the door.

"Asshole!" I heard her bang on the door once and shout before leaving.
I ran some cold water and soaked in a tub for a few minutes.
I just needed to clear my head.

⭐️

"Gerbear! You look like shit." Cutie said when she opened the door. She was wearing my white t-shirt and black tube socks. Her pretty blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun and she had no make up on; still, she looked beautiful.
She pulled me into a hug and pressed a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey baby, yeah..." I mumbled. "I know."
I stepped inside and took my sneakers off, taking a seat at the table. She was standing by the stove with a spoon in her hand.

"Partied a little too hard?" She smiled. Oh, you have no idea.

"Something like that." I replied.
She walked over to me and sat down in my lap, putting her arm over my shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you Gerbear." Our lips connected and I felt better; with her it already felt like home.
I missed that feeling.

I promised myself I would never make the same mistakes again.