When Sparks Fly...Chapter 8

*You all amaze me! You're all so sweet with your comments and I'm glad you like my Caesar Salad King! Lol. Pic is of Caesar.
In response to some comments

Laura-Beth-you really are so sweet, you are helping me incredibly with this story, more than you know. Before what I read what you had said, I didn't know what was up with Caesar or why I created him like that, but I love that you delved deeper into the characters and the story-you see more than I do honestly-pointing out bits I take no notice of, so thank you so much because now I have an idea where I'm going-fingers crossed!

Thirza-Mac-Caesar, cheeky! Both are tasty though!
SK-ahh, bless you. It's not the best story on Buzzle, by a long shot, but that's so sweet of you. Also, I'd like to think Caesar isn't perfect and guys like him do exist! So lets live in hope and yeah, I'm a bit of a hopeless romantic too.
Amrit-haha, go for it. Read away! Reading addictions are good! Lol!
Se S-haha you made me smile! Like the telepathy.
Eliza-liking the reference to it being your religion! Lol! Mmm, I have, no new stuff on there though, that's saved for Buzzle! But I do have a pretty page! Are you on there too? Also, liking your ideas!

Samantha Brooke-ahh, I'm touched you love it!
MINIMAN-thank you! I always have to have a decent ending and also I just want to thank you because you have commented since I began and I am so touched you're still reading my work. Thank you.
Me-do I? Oh I don't know, I think I'm just really sarcastic, which is not funny at all!
Everyone else who commented, seriously sweeties, that's so nice of you! I love that you commented and they all made me smile and make my day, just saying you like the story fills me up, so thank you and please continue to and throw in any suggestions too! Lol! Anyway, hope you enjoy...*
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After half an hour arguing at the shops with Caesar, we’re back and I put on my rubber gloves and tie my hair back and smile at the disheveled pair.

‘Ok, living room, and then kitchen, then bathroom, then bedrooms.’ I instruct like an army officer to my two little, well bug mignons.

‘You don’t have to do this.’ Caesar tells me.

‘Oh, I really do.’

‘You’re like Monica from friends.’ Mac says, looking at me dazedly.

I grin. I love that compliment! I am such a huge Friends fan. I grew up with it. ‘Thanks, Mac! Now, open that bin liner and put all the rubbish and stuff you don’t want in there. I’ll work on your dishes. Come on guys, oh and open the curtains and windows, you need some sunlight and fresh air in here.’

Half an hour later, Mac calls out ‘Victoria, we have five bin bags full.’ I leave the kitchen to go through to the guys and I am so impressed I feel tears filling my eyes. When I’m dealing with a bereavement or loss, I always tidy; it’s like my type of therapy along with talking. As well as chocolate. So you eat the chocolate then work it off cleaning, clever thinking, hey?

‘Guys, that’s amazing. Well done.’ I give them both a quick hug then say ‘Well I’ve scrubbed the kitchen and it looks pretty good. Now, before we take the bin liners out, we need to do the bathroom and bedrooms. We may as well get the worst over with, show me your bedrooms.’

‘That could sound really suggestive.’ Caesar teases as he walks me to his bedroom.

‘You wish.’ I say tapping his back.

‘Maybe I do.’

I turn around and he winks ‘I’m joking, Chick. Don’t look so offended.’

He opens the door to his bedroom and it’s messy to say the least ‘Oh goodness and I thought I was bad!’

He looks at me and says ‘It’s not that bad.’ He says shuffling through clothes piled up on his floor.

‘Caesar, it’s disgusting. Thank goodness you don’t believe in marriage because no one would want to marry you like this.’

‘Charming.’ He says giggling.

I look on his lamp shade and see boxers thrown there. Oh my God, gross. ‘What did you do for them to land there?’ I ask him. Do I even want to know?

Caesar laughs to himself then he says ‘It got hot one night.’

‘Ew! One night! How long have they been there for?’

He walks over to smell them but I grab his arm so tightly he can’t move ‘Don’t you DARE smell them.’

He laughs.

‘That’s vile. Is your room better or worse?’ I ask Mac.

He shrugs ‘I dunno.’ That’s a worse then.

I go into Mac’s room and I swear I can see things moving. And that’s why I love living with Emily. Men, do they know what a bin looks like?

‘What do you do in here!’ I say in disbelief. I stand by his door frame and wrench ‘Open that window, please.’

Mac does and runs his hands through his hair ‘Help.’ He says.

I look at the poor lost soul and say ‘Oh goodness, you need it. Ok, you first.’

I spend an hour with Caesar and Mac cleaning Mac’s room, and then I need a breather and spend half an hour in their bathroom. I don’t go anywhere near the bins. I am not disposing of whatever is in there.

Finally, I go into Caesar’s room. ‘Ok, let’s work from left to right.’

‘Why not right to left?’ He questions. He really shouldn’t push me after spending hours in this pig sty.

‘That’s how I work, from bad to good, you know, left is supposed to be bad.’

He smiles and starts handing me stuff for the wash and stuff he can chuck out. I notice his guitar on his desk and it looks quite battered. ‘Did you buy it like that?’

‘No, my mum gave it to me when I was 12 so it’s been well used.’

‘Do you write songs?’

He nods. I smile and say ‘That’s lovely. What are they about?’

‘Stuff.’ He says shrugging, passing me some rubbish.

‘What kind of stuff? Do you write about luuurve?’ I say all romantically.

He grins ‘Sometimes.’

‘Do you believe in love?’

He pauses before nodding. Well that’s confusing.

‘But you said you don’t agree with marriage.’

‘Yeah I don’t.’

‘But love and marriage is the same thing; they come hand in hand with each other.’

He smiles ‘No they don’t. You can fall out of love but you can’t get out of marriage easily, you’re trapped unfairly. I don’t see the point in getting married.’

‘To show the commitment you have to your partner.’ I begin but Caesar buts in.

‘Well that should just be a given in any relationship let alone if you’re planning to get married.’

‘So you never want to get married?’

‘Nope.’ He passes me some dirty clothes and I throw them in the laundry basket. He is one messy guy.

‘But if your girlfriend wanted to, would you?’ I ask.

‘No, I don’t see the point in it. She should trust me and not need me to be officially bound to her. Marriage is false reassurance and belief that you will be together forever and many couples aren’t.’

‘But there’s every point! Showing how much you love that person in front of a crowd of people. Declaring you love to each other, the special day together, devoting your life to each other, creating vows that are meaningful to you both…’

He buts in ‘I could show her I love her in plenty of other ways than marrying her. Are you a religious person?’

‘Well no.’

‘Then why do you want to get married? If you’re not religious you’re not going against God. You just want to follow the traditional idea of what you think is desired. I think if you love that person, you wouldn’t need to be bound by law to be together. Half of them never work out and the other half live unhappily.’

‘That’s not true! Loads of people are blissfully happy in love. Yes, some people marry the wrong person but that’s because they’ve not found their right One. There is no better way than getting married to prove you are devoted to that person. It makes you a stronger. It’s a day of celebration too. Why would you deny yourself that?’

‘There isn’t a need for marriage, if you’re happy, why do you need to get married to prove it? I think marriage is all for everyone else and not for the couple. I don’t think it has a great status.’

‘Why do you feel that way? Why don’t you believe in marriage and believe in love?’

‘You don’t have to marry someone to show someone you love them.’

‘I think you are never properly in love if you can’t officially commit to them.’

He pauses and thinks on what I just said. Ahaha!

‘Have you ever been in love?’ I ask.

He waits before saying ‘No.’

‘Well I think one day, when you find the right girl who you love, she’ll change your mind and you’ll want to make her officially your wife.’

Caesar smiles at me and says sweetly ‘Maybe, Chick. I’ll let you know.’

After scrubbing his room from top to bottom, I am knackered. I collapse on his bed and sigh. Caesar giggles and says ‘Are you ok?’

‘I’m tired. I can’t believe I’ve just tidied your whole flat up.’

He sits next to me and says ‘Thanks for doing that, you didn’t need to.’

‘Caesar, I really did. You could have died of, I don’t know, some deadly bacterial disease.’

‘It wasn’t that bad.’

I look at him and raise an eyebrow. He would have died, believe me.

I lie back on his bed and Caesar rests his back against the wall. He puts his arm around me and says ‘Are you tired?’

I nod and gently rest my head on his chest.

Caesar starts to stroke my hair and plays with the ends, I love people playing with my hair, it sends me to sleep so quickly. And slowly but surely, I feel myself falling asleep in his arms…

As my eyes open, I look around and notice this is not my room, yet I’m tucked up in this bed. Hmm, I slowly get up and thank goodness all my clothes are still on and walk out of the room tiptoeing like in a spy movie or something. I go into the kitchen and remember where I am. Oh this is awkward.

Caesar looks at me and smiles ‘Hey, you ok?’

‘Mmm, you should have woken me.’ I say patting my hair down. I don’t want to see my bed-head hair, believe me; it’ll be wild, probably like Caesars.

‘I didn’t want to, you looked pretty tired and it’s only been an hour and a bit.’

I sit next to Caesar and Mac smiles. ‘Shall I give you a lift home?’ Caesar asks.

‘No, it’s ok. I’ll walk. It’s not far.’

‘Do you know your way back?’

I pause and Caesar says ‘I’ll drop you home. Do you want a drink or something before we go?’

‘No, I’m ok. What’s the time?’

‘7pm. Past your bedtime, hey?’ He teases.

I poke my tongue out and say ‘Shut up.’

He pushes some hair behind my ears and giggles ‘Come on then, grab your coat and we’ll be off.’

I take my coat from the very clean breakfast bar and I’m ready to go. Caesar walks me home instead of taking the bike. I link my arm with his and say ‘Where are you from?’

‘Mars.’ He says grinning.

‘Seriously, where were you brought up?’

‘Brighton.’

‘Really! Ahh, are you going to see your family when we’re down there?’

‘Yeah. I haven’t seen them in a while so it’ll be nice. You? Wait, I already know, Kent way.’

‘Yep, how did you know?’

‘Your accent and general manner.’ He says.

As we cross the road, I ask ‘Did you have a good childhood?’

Caesar doesn’t answer my question then says surprisingly ‘How long have you liked Eddie for?’

Unfair matey. ‘Answer my question first.’ Why has he turned a question back on me?

‘Yours is boring. I want to find out why you always cry when you see him and need me to pick you up all the time.’ He says spitefully.

‘Excuse me!’ I pull away and look at him. ‘You have no idea how much I love him.’

‘You don’t love him.’ He chuckles ‘you like the feeling of thinking you love him because you’ve never experienced that before. He’s your Mr Perfect, but you’re looking at him with rose tinted glasses on, he isn’t as special as you want him to be.’

‘Be quiet, Caesar.’ I warn viciously.

‘No, Chick, Emily is treading on eggshells with you mourning Eddie. You’re too good for him, why can’t you see that and move on?’

‘Why can’t you shut your mouth? This has nothing to do with you.’

‘Because I don’t want to. I want you to see the truth.’

‘There is no truth. I can’t help how I feel about Eddie.’

‘Yes you can. All you’ve got to do is let go and move on.’

‘Well I can’t just drop everything like you and move on. Some of us want to cling to stuff that is important to us. Some of us have feelings, you know.’

‘And you’re saying I don’t?’ He says heatedly. I’ve riled him now. Good, he deserves it.

I nod. ‘Yes, I am. Now, I’ll be fine from here.’ I pull away from Caesar, but he continues to walk with me. ‘I swear, Caesar, if you know what’s good for you, you will leave me alone.’

‘What’s good for you though? Why won’t you let go and forget about him? What is so special about him? He’s done nothing for you and walks by obliviously as you pour your heart out for him.’

He’s pissing me off now, it’s like he wants to beat me because I asked him about his past. Well he is not winning this one. He won’t interrogate me if he won’t open up. ‘Stop challenging me, Caesar! I’m warning you.’ I walk off and shout back ‘DO NOT FOLLOW ME, CAESAR.’

‘CHICK…’ He calls out. ‘DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME.’

‘DON’T CAESAR. DON’T YOU DARE FOLLOW ME.’ I cry back, rubbing my eyes free from tears.

How dare he say all that to me and just when I thought I was starting to like him…