Damn strawberries and vanilla.
Damn complicated relationships.
Damn celibacy at 24!
Like who does that? It's the peak of a young man's life. He should be living the time of his life like, what's that song say now a days? Young... WILD... and free.
But nope here he is stuck in an arranged marriage, broken up with his girlfriend. And the greatest challenge: coping the up not having sex. Again, sue him, he's still a man.
Clarence sighed countless time now as he tried his best yet again to find his way to slumber land.
And oh, another thing: DAMN RANGING HORMONES!
Clarence really wanted to cuss out loud.
Well if he really wanted to he could actually hook up with someone in a snap. During those days he was single, one night stands has always been easy for him.
But no he's not like that anymore, and would dare not, not in this kind of scenario where he's technically not single.
Though this marriage is nothing but contract, he's decent enough to respect not only the arrangement but specially Melody.
He wouldn't want to just go behind her back and commit adultery.
At the other side of the bed he heard the mattress and covers shift as Melody moved. When she was settled he heard her tiny snores.
Cute, he thought.
He absent mindedly smiled. She's sound asleep. The events from today must have really made her tired.
His thoughts start to drift about his own experience of the hustles of the university as well as coping up with his - most of the time annoying - younger brother.
And eventually there's the cat.
He had to admit, the tiny thing looked so innocent and cute... like Melody.
Right in the middle of his train of thoughts he literally laughed. Was he actually comparing Melody to a cat?!
"Mmm" Melody made an almost inaudible sound from her sleep.
He checked behind his shoulder thankful that he didn't woke her up with his laugh. Knowing her, she'll probably ask why the hell he's still awake and laughing at what ever it is he was laughing at.
Continuing where he left, he thought of ways to train their new pet if they really want it to stay.
He figured at any time now it would be roaming around their living room and most likely leave its dirt to greet them by morning. Yep. He'd definitely would need to train err... he paused trying to remember the mushy name Melody gave to it.
A couple of seconds and still nothing.
Well judging by its color and fluffiness it could be a kitty version of Garfield.
Was it Garfield? He mentally asked. Nah, not even close. It was on the tip of his tongue. He knew it sounded like apple.
Was it Ruffles? Nah. Food, she named it after a food or something.
Sounds like apple... food... Was it "Maple"? Like maple syrup the one you put on pancakes and waffles.
Then it popped, that's it Waffle!
Clarence face palmed. He'd had enough to think about tonight because of Melody and his nuisance of a brother to even stress his brain cells to remember the cat's name. Soon after Clarence started to doze off in the middle of his thoughts bouncing from Melody, Darren and their new cat.
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Melody woke from the sunlight passing through the window. It seemed Clarence had forgotten closing the drapes after he went and fetch for clothes in her room last night.
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Marrying The Guy I Hate
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