Catch Me

Chapter 22

"Hey crazy, how are you?"
Fiona asks me the next morning after I jumped in her car and quickly kissed her on the cheek.

"I'm not crazy, but since I am with you, I am amazing, thanks for asking."

I chime in with her laughter and watch her expression becoming serious and a little haunted when she navigates the car through the traffic.

Since we got in the car, Last Christmas is playing in the radio for the third time now and because we are stuck in traffic, Fiona gets more and more pissed.

"Why did I say I would join you again?"
She asks me once more.
"I hate you."

"Why would you hate me? I'm lovely"

I grin at her, trying to cheer her up again. She shakes her head at me but I can see a little smile in the corner of her mouth.
Fiona's hand finds it's way to my tight and rests there until we arrive at the mall.

We find an emty space to park the car in the very back of the parking lot, which forces us to walk through it all the way to the doors of the mall.

Going down the stairs, I suddenly tripp over my own feet, what causes me to see the floor coming closer in a rapid pace. I prepare myself for the heavy impact but it isn't as hard as I thought it would be.

In fact it's soft and two arms wrapped around me, hold me pressed close against the softness.

"Shit are you alright Olivia? If you wanted me to catch you again, you could have asked or at least given me a warnig."

I am in shock and don't move.

"Liv, are you feeling good?"

"No Fiona, I am having this shocked expression on my face because I'm having. So. Much. Fun with falling down the stairs and nearly killing both of us."

"Bovis stercus! It was only two stairs, it wouldn't have killed us cutie. But as much as I enjoy you being on top of me, even though I always considered myself being a top, I would like to get up now."

I suddenly realize that we are still in the empty internal staircase and quickly get up, pulling Fiona with me.

"I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? Let me look at you."
I examine her body carefully but can't find anything.

"I'm fine Liv. Going to be a little sore tomorrow but saving the girl I love after she fell for me, was defenetly worth it."
Fiona laughs but I still critically look at her.

"You sure you are okay?"

"Yes, I told you. But I will be even better if I get a prezel before we go shopping."

"And you say that I am crazy."
I smile at her while taking her hand in mine and leading her into the mall full of people.

When Fiona eats her prezel, I suddenly remember something.

"Hey, what did you say earlier? Before you told me that falling off two stairs, wasn't going to kill us. Something in a different language."
I can see Fiona blushing hard and am confused. She doesn't answer until we are in a shop that is not so crowded.

"I said bovis stercus. It could be translated into something like bullshit."

She doesn't look at me while saying this and pretends to look at one of the vacuum cleaners on the shelves in front of us.

"Okayyy, and which language is it from? Because I have never heard something like this before. How do you spell it?"

"You spell it like you speak it. Or rather you speak it how you read it. That's the benefit of Latin."