Clairvoyant Disease

A huge bouquet of red and white roses stared at me from the door way;

"Carla Banes?" a nasal male voice said from behind the roses and I had to look around them to see the pimply teen that held them;

"Yes," I smiled at him;

"Will you please sign here?" he held a beat up clipboard with his free hand, I grabbed the ball point pen that hung from it and searched for my name quickly signing next to it and taking the flowers from his hand. "thank you, ma'am. Have a nice evening," I nodded at his politeness wondering how many polite teenage boys could there be left;

"thanks, you too,"

Turning on my heel I searched the massive bouquet for a card, one that I found hanging by a silver thread from the handle:

Please, Don't Leave Me, Matt.

I rolled my eyes. Roses is a douche move, no matter how beautiful and thoughtful it may seem. It was too bittersweet, I love white roses, I really do! He knows it, the red is a symbol of romanticism or that other unspeakable thing that may rhymes with dove and is impossible between us; still, it's a douche bag thing to do!

"Matt," I called for him by the kitchen door, hiding the flowers from Zacky so that the grilling could be kept to minimum;

"check on this for me," he quickly spoke to Zacky before following me to my room. Once inside I gently placed the flowers on my bed and turned to him just in time to catch him locking the door behind us. This is bound to go wrong.

"You like 'em?" he asked with a smile. Smile which meaning I couldn't recognize. Smile that I had never witnessed before, at least not for me. It was a smile that held no anger, no sarcasm, no cynicism. He bared his pearly whites and deep dimples along with a honey shade of brown that danced in his eyes with something that seemed like hope or need, or a painful mixture of both.

"Matt, I love them. You've known me for my entire life, you knew I would. I just, I-" I licked over my lips and took a deep breath avoiding his beautiful face "I don't understand why you're doing this," he never stop smiling as he closed in on me. Instantly I felt my body tense with every good and sinful feeling known to men;

“I told you before and I'll say it again. I don't think that you leaving will help our relationship. I don't want you to leave, I need you here, I need you close to me," his big strong hands fell on my waist and I could easily feel the heat coming from them through the silk that covered me. Against my better judgment, I let him pull me closer until our bodies were gracing each other, that's when Zacky dropped a pan in the kitchen and I snapped out of the trance;

“Matt, don’t…” I whispered as his arm snaked around my waist and his other hand traveled over my back and to the neck of the robe where he pulled gently to expose my shoulder blade; “Sanders…” what was meant to be a scorning tone merged into a moan when his teeth graced my neck and he moved me until I was against the closest wall.

My mind was staring to leave me, between the heat, his talented hand wandering over me, his soft lips kissing all the sweet spots and his massive member pressing hard against my abdomen… I was almost gone. I dug my nails hard into his bare chest, trying to show him how much I needed him to stop, unfortunately that didn't work because in that moment he pressed his body harder against mine and a deep groan erupted from his chest. He bit my collarbone and that's when my mind finally left the vicinity. I tangled my fingers in his soft hair and pulled his face in front of mine, without a single thought I pressed my hungry lips against his. His hand traveled the back of my thighs and to the back of my knees where he lifted with ease. I wrapped my legs around him as he removed us from the wall and made his way elsewhere. His lips were so sweet, it seemed impossible to stop kissing him.

I was slowly laid on the bed, he towered over me holding himself up on his elbows and knees. My legs fell on each side of him as we continue the exploration of the other's mouths. He finally broke the kiss to kiss down my glitter coated skin. He did as he wanted to and I didn't try stopping him once.

A voice inside my head told me to not let him in: in my body, in my mind, in my heart, but he was stronger than that and I couldn’t help but to cave into my worst craving, his body. He knew exactly what to do to drive a girl crazy, the right place to kiss, the right place to touch to make a girl scream.

That thought snapped me out of it. The redhead in his bed a few hours ago, the way she screamed as he possessed her. I used all my strength to push him off me and sat quickly adjusting my robe so that it covered all the places he exposed.

A little taken aback he sat there, lost and confused, panting just slightly.

“what?"

“I don’t want to be just another one on your belt. I want- I need to lead a happy, normal and peaceful life. I deserve it! I wanted my friend back and sleeping with him is not going to help. So if this is the only way to go, I'm done, I'm not doing it,” I walked away from him , the single sight of his flushed face and sweaty chest made the mad-woman inside me want to attack.

“Bee, stop pacing, I hate that,” he stood up. I rooted myself to the spot, wanting to move again but knowing better, for some reason he has a control over me that I can't shake off. “Carla Banes, I want to be with you, fuck, I dream every night about how amazing it felt just that one time I had you… ” he was in front of me now and I couldn't turn away, like before the look in his eyes was not one that I recognized and this complete new side of him shocked me enough to leave me anchored in place in wait for his next move. “you’re perfect, you always have been. I’ve had it bad for you since I can remember, you are my one and only weakness and I've been stupid trying to hide it, forcing myself to avoid you and my feelings for you. I've gone around, trying to find girls that in any way remind me of you but it's a total failure because, there’s no one like you,” his hands framed my face and he pressed his lips gently against mine. How the hell am I supposed to believe the Pick Up Artist himself! “I want to be with you and I don’t care how long I have to wait to do it,” I was gone, my heart spoke before my mind could stop it;

“Matt, I'm not asking you to wait… I never did. Being with you is something that I convinced myself could never happen. I just, I need you to respect me as a woman, to treat me like a woman, not a toy or a thing that you can pick up and throw out whenever you feel like it,” his arms had found their way around my waist and my hand rested gently on his shoulders. “that’s why, I think I should leave for a while, so we both have our personal space and try to make something out of this,” I said and he nodded gently;

“okay, I know I've been, horrible. It'll change, I promise, you don't have to leave for that. I'll change anything and everything," I nodded “I’m willing to do anything to have you with me,” he hugged me tightly;

“tie me to the bed why don’t ya?”

“I can take you on that offer,” he threw me on the bed making me laugh as he crawled over me kissing playfully any part of skin he could;

“stop, get off!” I laughed, he stopped all of a sudden and looked down at me;

“please, don’t leave me,” he straddled my body and stared down at me. I frowned and bit my lip. I don’t want to Matt, can’t you tell!

“I don’t want to, but I have to, is the best for both of us,” he sighed and got off me to sit on the bed, just as fast he pulled me onto his lap;

“I’ll try everything and anything to have you stay,” he placed his chin on my shoulder;

“not even selling your soul to the devil,”

“what do I get, besides you staying here, if I convince you?”

“well, you get to have me whenever you want,” I turned to straddle his lap. He sucked on his bottom lip and rested his hands on my hips “that’s how sure I am, you won’t convince me,” he pouted making my heart skip a beat;

“okay, so you will be mine, completely mine. How long do I have?”

“couple of days,” he nodded to my response;

“okay,”

“but if you don’t, you won’t have me this close again, you will have to deal with me living away from you, if you still want me close, you’ll have to date me as if I was a stranger and take things very slow,” he took a deep breath;

“I can deal with that, I'm telling you: I’ll do anything,” he was or acted too honest as he ran his fingers through the wavy end of my hair;

“So it’s a deal?”

“deal,” I put out my hand out so we could close the deal but he thought it would be better if we kissed on it. He pulled me closer and pressed his luscious lips against mine.

“get dressed, food’s waiting,” he sat me next to him and stood up;

I took a long warm shower. There was no more lust invading my mind. The things he said to me were strong enough. It took three cloths and a full 25oz bottle of soap to take all the glitter off my body. Finally, I was out drying my body and searching for something that would mess with his mind. I towel dried my hair and put on my favorite pair of shorts and a tube top. I was comfortable but sexy and I know that drives Matt crazy. My hair fell down my back and I applied some cherry chap stick to further make his life miserable.

I walked out barefoot, losing myself in the wonderful smell of the food. If there something this man knows how to do is cook, I mean, he's also an amazing writer and singer, brother, son, friend and I don't doubt that lover too, but that's beyond the point. I silently slipped into the dining room where Matt and Zacky were seated along Zacky's too-cute-for-him girlfriend, Pixie; she indulged herself in the sweet taste of the chicken while the men spoke music.

"evening ladies," she smiled while Zacky glared my way and Matt's eyes got stuck on my outfit.

“you hungry?” Matt finally spoke as I kissed both Zacky’s and Pixie's cheeks.

“mh-hmm,” I said softly “I’ll get something in a minute,” I pulled a chair out knowing that I wouldn't really need to get my own food;

“no, don’t worry, I’ll get it for you,” in a swift move he got up and left the room making me smile. I cannot believe he's trying that hard!

“what was that all about?" Pixie asked;

“I’m moving out,” I spoke softly;

“for the umpteen time,” Zacky said with the glass of wine on his lips. I quickly flipped him off and turned back to her;

“no, this time is different, it’s true, we weren’t fighting, nothing bad happened I just realized it is the best for both of us,” as I finished speaking I heard Matt's footsteps coming our way "and it's been working so far," I whispered with a smile. “thank you,” I smiled sweetly at him when he placed the marvelous meal in front of me;

“you’re evil,” Zacky murmured;

“you’re jealous,” they all wish Matt was like this with them;

“you’re both idiots,” Pixie rolled her eyes as she spoke and went back to her food;

This man really knows his way into my heart, making my favorite food is just the beginning. I could honestly eat Orange Glazed Chicken Breast with mashed potatoes every single day for the rest of my life; even more when he makes it.