Little Blue World: Installment #2

Chapter 5

"I bring to you the best author in all of the United Kingdom. Better than me. Nathaniel Banter. Call him Nathaniel, not Nate. That's how we keep them straight," Rebecca told Vyacheslav.

"He's um...interesting," he said.

"He's a great author, and a great human being. Creativity, intelligence, and humor all rolled up into Nathaniel."

"Stop getting jealous," Benedict warned Vyacheslav.

"I'm not getting jealous," Vyacheslav responded.

"Your tapping your finger, brushing your hair with your hand, and was about to reach out to touch Rebecca's shoulder. Your jealous," Benedict stated.

"Shut up," Vyacheslav said touching her shoulder.

"Don't touch me, Dvoynev," She ordered him.

Vyacheslav put his head down sadly.

Just then Rebecca's phone rang.

"Can I invite Nikki over?" Nate asked.

"What? Who?" Rebecca asked.

"The woman who I met on the plane last year," Nate said.

Suddenly she remembered the dark haired woman.

After finding out that Nate had managed to get a woman's phone number she immediately had to find out who she was.

She had called her and they had talked many times together. Of course, after the move to the United Kingdom things had gotten messed up, and they hadn't talked in a while. This was more part of Rebecca's OCPD side. She had to protect her friends, especially after the last incident, which she blamed herself for.

Basically she knew every detail of her friend's lives, and has contacted everyone who they know, or may know. Facebook friends even.

So the fact that she knew Nikki was no surprise to Nate. Katelin had made the remark that the stalking of her friends life had made her more social as a result. Although she did have 697 contacts, she never did talk to any of them for fun. If anything, she talked to them exactly monthly, just to check up on them and her friends.

She was certainly paranoid. Vyacheslav never found it to be particularly odd or weird. She was thankful for that. The 6' 5" bean pole had managed not see her fatal flaw. She assumes that he simply believed that he, in fact, would be the death of her.

Rebecca suddenly began to feel her anxiety rise. Vyacheslav, and Nikki, and Nathaniel, and Nate. All these people.

She dropped the phone.

Vyacheslav quickly recognised the signs. He told Nate to call back before running to her aide. Now, before you start yelling at Vyacheslav, you should know that Rebecca told him to do that.

As Rebecca began to hyperventilate, he counted and rose his hand for how she should be breathing.

"Its okay," he whispered.

Tears ran down her cheek quick, as the feeling rushed over her. Being underwater, someone holding her down. She couldn't swim, and she was getting farther and farther from the surface. The air wouldn't stay in, because it was like it wasn't there.

Vyacheslav went to her purse, and took out her medication. He set the two pills next to her with a glass of water. She began breathe normally again. Even though Vyacheslav knew that she would simply retch up the water, he still handed her the glass.

She sipped, but no retching. She smiled at him, and he handed her the pills. She took them and Vyacheslav smiled at her.

"We'll fly Nathaniel here," She said.

"We'll go order the tickets and call him. His agent's number is on the web page," Benedict said.

"His cellphone is just Sarah and Nate's averaged out. Rounded to the millionths of course," Rebecca told him.

"Ahh. Easy," Benedict said.

Rebecca nodded and Vyachelsav closed and locked the room door.

"Coffee?" he asked nicely.

"Why do you deal with me?" Rebecca asked.

"Because I love you," he said.

"Invalid. Your reason is invalid," Rebecca said.

"Why do I deal with you? Because I believe that there is nothing wrong with you. I might need to hold you together a little bit, but that's what you do for me," he said.

"How? This relationship is so one sided," she told him.

"One sided? No. Let me tell you something. The little things like you fixing my tie, and managing to find recording of the Sochi Olympics, and watching Netflix with me. Those hold me together. Knowing that my mother and father don't have to think that they're son will never have a wife, that pleases me. That, my dear, is enough to hold me together. Now while you may think that its not fair, all I need is this relationship," He said.

"Wife?" Rebecca asked.

"Have I not been clear enough with my hints?" he asked.

Rebecca stopped.

"No," she said.

"I expected that. Far to soon anyway," he said.

"No. I just need to be swept off my feet. Flowers, Paris, fancy French food, escargot," she joked.

Vyacheslav laughed. "Absolutely. Although...snails?"

"Eh. You can skip the 'cargot," she said.

He smiled and brought Rebecca her laptop. She immediately opened the word document for the book.