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((So for my own convenience, I’m moving Caitlyn over to Nik’s blog since she’s travelling with him and seems pretty intent on staying for the long haul! Not that much was being posted over on her own blog for the last while anyway.
But if you’re interested in keeping tabs on Caitlyn, please come follow the one she’s moved over to!))
((So for my own convenience, I'm moving Caitlyn over to Nik's blog since she's travelling with him and seems pretty intent on staying for the long haul! Not that much was being posted over on her own blog for the last while anyway.
But if you're interested in keeping tabs on Caitlyn, please come follow the one she's moved over to!))
A week ago, he’d said they really needed to get going. They’d lingered for far longer than either of them had anticipated, a mix of his work begging him to pick up a few more shifts and Caitlyn’s nav breaking and Caitlyn’s sheer lack of urgency in following him around to the gyms. But if he’d learned anything about the girl during their time together, she should have learned that her unpredictability was, frankly, predictable when he got right down to it.
He shouldn’t have been so surprised when he opened the door to his apartment to find their bags packed and an expectant girl just beyond where the door swung open.
Despite her tapping foot and crossed arms, Nik closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it. “Right now? As in, this second?”
“Yeah, right now!” she sighed, her tone mockingly mimicking his own. “If we stay another night, then we’ll convince ourselves to stay one more, and one more, and one more… It’s best to get out while at least one of us is motivated enough to make the leap.”
“We have beds here,” he reasoned, gesturing to the bedroom down the hallway. “You’re really interested in giving that up when we could just wait until morning?”
“I won’t be motivated in the morning! And I know what tomorrow is, we’re not staying for it.”
Her statement was like a punch to the stomach. What did she know? Was she bluffing? Nik shoved the nerves down, offering the girl instead an innocent tilt of his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Tuesdays you swing between happy as a Clampearl and looking like you’ve kicked someone’s new puppy,” Caitlyn said simply, unimpressed with his ruse. “Meaning that we wouldn’t get shit done tomorrow between your weird bipolar Tuesday phase. Meaning, Niklaus, grab your bag and get out the fucking door.”
"Please don’t, Cait. She’s not a bad person. Trust me. She’s not anymore messed up than I am." Caleb took another cupcake and ate it slowly.
"It’s just… ridiculous. The relationship won’t work like this." He said and let his arm fall over his face, resting there. It felt like a headache was forming. "…Can I just… stay here for a while?"
She had to laugh at that. Fucked up? Join the club. "Whatever, fine. Clearly you're not on board with the whole 'trash talk your ex' thing, but I promise you, it feels pretty great for us girls. You release the sadness in the form of anger and eat way too much sugar."
At his question, she just shrugged. It wouldn't entirely be up to her, but really, how upset could Nik really be at the new addition? It wasn't like it was permanent anyway. Besides, they hadn't set a date to set back out on the road, so hopefully it wasn't for a few more days yet.
"Probably, but I'll need to ask my roommate first. Nik's pretty cool though, so..."
"She loves her job and she feels good about doing something important. I don’t wanna force her to quit it. But it makes me worry too much when I don’t even know where she is cause she can’t really tell me." He looked over at Caitlyn.
”..I hope I made the right choice… I told her we needed a break. I don’t know what will happen in the future. But I’m not gonna abandon her to raise the kids on her own.”
"Yeah well, relationships are supposed to be built on trust." Oh, the hypocrisy in that statement. Still, this was about mystery-girl Blanche and her super secret job. Caitlyn was kind of glad she'd never met the girl - she kind of sounded like a bitch.
"So if she can't tell you where she is, and she's not willing to take a few months off to carry around a medical condition in her womb, then yeah, you made the right choice, because she's clearly not choosing you over anything," she said, snapping off the head of a gingerbread man to accentuate her words.
"We were…are. That’s not why I broke up with her…" He sighed and picked up a cupcake, studying it for a moment before taking a bite and eating it.
"…It’s.. complicated… She’s upset that I don’t trust her on her job and I can’t help worrying about her when she’s out there. Especially now that she’s pregnant. I trust her just fine but… isn’t it just normal to worry? It was tearing me up and our communication just…" he took another bite and curled up on the couch, hugging a cushion. God he must look so miserable right now…
"We’re not good for each other, I think. Not now." He wasn’t even sure if he was making sense. He was too sad.
"Well, I don't even know what she does, I never met the girl. But I'm pretty sure you're normally supposed to take maternity leave at some point?" Confusion reigned supreme even despite the explanation. It was hard to focus on his words when she was still struck dumb by the fact that Caleb looked this brokenhearted.
"She sounds like a workaholic, and Caleb, you're so not made for that. I'm going to go ahead and say you made the right choice here." She did not, however, add that she still thought being a father was a bit odd for him as well.
Cupcakes and gingerbread men sounded good. He wasn’t that hungry but he was not gonna say no when offered. He loved cupcakes and gingerbread men anyway.
After following her inside, Caleb sat down on the couch, letting his long, black hair just…. fall down in front of his face. He needed a haircut soon… But he didn’t quite feel like it. Compared to last winter he looked like some sad wannabe goth or something. Long, black hair, shaved face, black clothes… He really needed to fix himself.
Later. Now he just wanted to be sad.
"…I broke up with Blanche." he finally said after a few minutes of silence.
Caitlyn hesitated for a moment, watching him sulk on the couch. It just was't like him. She was used to grins and energy, a guy perfectly suited to keep up with her own mannerisms and damn well always ready for a good time.
After gathering a tray of a variety of treats, she placed it on the coffee table and plopped down beside him. Nonchalantly she swiped her finger through the side of a cupcake's icing, murmuring around her finger as she licked it clean. "I thought you two were having kids together or something like that. The stress of fatherhood get to be too much for you or something?"
The young man shook his head. At the moment he didn’t really want to talk, so instead he wrapped arms around Caitly and settled with sobbing against her shoulder.
He felt like an asshole and he’d hurt both himself and someone he loved. Now all he wanted was to sleep and forget the pain for a little while, after a hug or two.
It took him a couple of minutes before he let go, wiping his eyes. "…Sorry. Probably not what you expected, huh?"
"O-oh! Okay, okay..." The sudden embrace was startling, but she recovered quickly to wrap her own arms around him to return the hug. She rubbed his back soothingly, waiting for him to decide when the embrace ended.
When he finally pulled away, she put on a gentle smile. "It's fine. Id rather you be here than on your own if you're this down. Come on in, I picked out the best of the cupcakes and gingerbread men for you. It's literally impossible to feel sad while eating one of my absolutely amazing treats, I promise."
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Caleb rarely cried. The last time he’d done that had been when he cut Blanche down from the ceiling a year ago.
Now it was cause he’d broken up with her. He knew it wasn’t intentional but it was kinda funny how both times had involved Blanche. Maybe a break would help.
He felt rather pathetic standing by Caitlyn’s door, tears streaming down his face. A grown ass man quietly sobbing at the door of a girl he used to babysit and comfort when she’d gotten scrapes and cried herself years ago.
Odd how the roles had switched around.
Finally, she deemed herself ready to see someone she knew from before her panicked escape from Kalos, and to her delight it was thankfully someone she'd known for ages. Caleb, the babysitter she'd adored as a child who had somehow grown up to be too attractive to be legal. But when she opened the door to find that handsome face streaked with tears, deep beneath the concern there was a small sliver of pleasure in the knowledge that tears meant she wouldn't have to be answering any questions about herself that evening.
She was quite a terrible person, really.
Shoving that sliver even deeper down, Caitlyn reached up to cup his face. She couldn't remember ever seeing him cry before, and it was unnerving to say the least. "I'd say it's good to see you, but I'm feeling more like I should go punch somebody. Do I need to go defend your honor?"
I honestly wouldn’t mind a vacation away from Kalos right now.
Sounds delicious c:
Hell yeah! You should totally come over here to Lilycove, Hoenn! It’s nice and warm and this apartment smells like cupcakes and flowers.
Then don’t mind me skipping over for a couple of days. Hope your friend doesn’t mind the company.
Naaaaah he'll be totally fine with it!
Hehehe. Just tell me where to go and I’ll come over.
If you have chocolate that’d be nice too.
Not sure if you caaaan since, well, I’m still away from Kalos.
But if it sweetens the deal any, there are still an insane amount of sweets I made between holidays. And Nik even decorated, so they actually look as good as they taste for once!
I honestly wouldn’t mind a vacation away from Kalos right now.
Sounds delicious c:
Hell yeah! You should totally come over here to Lilycove, Hoenn! It's nice and warm and this apartment smells like cupcakes and flowers.
Hehehe. Just tell me where to go and I’ll come over.
If you have chocolate that’d be nice too.
Not sure if you caaaan since, well, I'm still away from Kalos.
But if it sweetens the deal any, there are still an insane amount of sweets I made between holidays. And Nik even decorated, so they actually look as good as they taste for once!
Where do you go when you want to forget everything that’s stressing you out for a while without resorting to alcohol?
My place.
And what’s there to do at your place?
Well now that you're taken and all, a whole lot less than usual. But I've got a hot roommate who knows the area well who could probably give some pointers.
Where do you go when you want to forget everything that’s stressing you out for a while without resorting to alcohol?
My place.
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Caitlyn wondered if Nik ever had days like this. The man seemed so carefree by nature, sometimes calmer and softer but never quite… sad. He’d hinted to things that she knew all too well; distance from family, nightmares of things that were very much real but very much in the past, and he didn’t seem to speak much on friends though he was damn well friendly enough to have them if he wanted. But it was hard to ask him to open up when he never seemed down about any of it, never seemed to need a shoulder to lean against as he let her inside his head.
Or maybe, she thought as she tipped more of her drink into her mouth, he just didn’t show it around her. Smart, maybe, or just lucky that he was so good at keeping things inside. She could claim the same to a point, but Prince had been quick to point out she wasn’t as flawless with it as she’d thought.
Obviously, or she wouldn’t be three drinks in and forlornly staring at the empty space she’d created in a bottle of peach Absolut.
