Her and Shitty get along eerily well, like. THEY’RE BROS. Shitty just fucking loves Caitlin. Like, real recognizes real, brah.
Her and Chowder are both from Cali, right? But Chowder is from San Jose where it’s hot + beachy, while Caitlin is a literal wild forest creature that grew up in a rural northern CA town filled with redwoods.
She fucking loves redwoods
She has a bluetick coonhound back home named Itchy. She brings him to stay one semester, and Chowder becomes obsessed with spoiling Itchy
She is a vocal, inclusive feminist and will physically fight you if you say something off
Her and Shitty used to always say “meet me in the fucking pit” jokingly, but slowly that developed into her and Chowder’s code phrase for “let’s go up to your room and be sappy/have sex” so Shitty has now forbade the phrase from being spoken in his presence
She prefers not to drink, which is good because Chowder is such a lightweight. He feels very comforted that Caitlin is always there to make sure he’s okay whenever he dips into the tub juice, and he’s so trusting that sometimes he needs a little protecting
She has two dads, and since Nursey has two moms, they bond over the struggle of what to call which parent. “Dad! No, not you, the other dad.”
One of her dads is literally the most Scottish human to ever exist, so she has the teeniest tiniest brogue, even tho she was raised in CA
Her and Bitty are both avid tweeters, but she’s the type that tweets those really intense Scottish tweets. “Am wi Chowder, he’s a ragin lil fuck ye i luv him, canny luv him moar”
Bitty has her twitter on notifications.
Chowder is really insecure about his braces, so Caitlin makes sure he knows she loves him just the way he is. She leaves little sticky notes all over his room!
Her favorite musical artists are Creedance Clearwater Revival and TLC
Caitlin is a Biology major. She wants to teach middle school biology and become Miss Frizz 2.0
Chowder is really allergic to chili powder and other spicy ingredients, so even though Caitlin really loves spicy food, she gave it up so she could kiss Chowder whenever she wants
Her and Lardo get into really heated debates about art. Lardo is a #stan for modern art, but Caitlin just feels like it’s stupid. “Warhol was a genius, Caitlin, get your head out of your ass” “He doesn’t hold a candle to Bob Motherfucking Ross”
Her alignment is Beer Dad (Chowder is totally Wine Mom)
Bitty knows Caitlin loves pumpkin pie, so he bakes them for her like weekly, and she always picks them up after visiting Chowder. Everyone is baffled as to how she isn’t dead yet.
She likes the pumpkin pies frozen, by the way
When her and Chowder graduate and want get a house together, they decide to just close their eyes and point to a map to decide where to live. They get ‘middle of the ocean’ eight times before they finally give up and settle in Minnesota
Caitlin, Chowder, and Ransom all love to knit, so they just knit shit for each other all the time and start to wear these all-knitted ensembles that look absolutely ridiculous
Caitlin and Chowder both like oversized t-shirts, so they’re constantly wearing each other’s clothes
She is such trash for lipstick, and likes to wear weird colors like green or metallic teal
She loves kids so much
Has gotten in a barfight once but only Chowder really knows the details
She comes to all of Chowder’s hockey games and he comes to all of her volleyball matches
Her and Chowder have dressed up as ‘Eleanor & Park’ and Daft Punk for halloween
Her favorite book is “The Hobbit”
Loves making fancy pasta dishes, so once, Bitty and her created a really cool dinner for the team that everyone still talks about
Has a lot of tattoos! but they’re all of really silly things, like scooby doo on her ribcage and a blueberry muffin on her wrist
Talked Chowder into getting a tattoo of a shark on his butt because “the Sharks own that ass way more than I do”
Eventually gets a tattoo of a can of clam chowder soup over her heart because she is a LITERAL SAP and then chowder gets a tattoo of a redwood tree over his heart because he is also a LITERAL SAP
Does not know how to skateboard but she tells everyone she does
A party wizard constructed a wand out a femur with Bob Ross’s head carved into one end. It gives people a buff to whatever they’re doing at the time.
In the wizard arena, someone crit failed and turned into a cloud of dude in the first turn, and jars of dude most were passed out as a magic component award.
A Kua Toa successfully imagined a monster made of hands called a Scumpus, which fought for three turns before being INTIMIDATED back into the Kua Toa’s imagination.
The same kua toa was punted off a boat after tying up the arms of a captive and waking them up while tying up their legs.
An axolotl person has a massive fan base from sitting on another wizards shoulder for the entirety of an arena fight.
A wizard successfully replaced their skin with fire, and died shortly after. A Death told them it was hilarious and gave them another shot at life to see if they’d do something else funny.
Waking up at 4 o'clock in the morning isn’t something I want to do durning the week, let alone on my off days.
My suitcase and two travel bags were filled to capacity and sitting in the middle of my bed as I exited the bathroom. I pulled my hair up into a neat bun since I’d straightened it yesterday and I didn’t want to go curly for the trip. I searched through my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of dark red panties and matching bra.
I was supposed to be up atleast two hours ago to finish packing to be ready in time, but being the procrastinator that I am, I didn’t pack last night or get up at the time I needed to in order for me to be ready on time.
Once I was up though, I hurried to take a pack the rest of my things as well as take a short twenty minute shower also ordering some breakfast at IHOP that I still had yet to go pick up. They told me ten minutes and that was almost an hour ago.
I still had another fifteen minutes or so before Chris would be arriving which only prompted me to move faster. Surprisingly the two of us haven’t really been keeping in contact much over the past week. At work Chris had been busy so we haven’t really had the time to sit down and talk. Of course he’d make his usual pop-ups at night but he’s done it so many times I’ve become used to it and don’t even get surprised when he’s calling.
He might as well get a key.
I chuckled at my thought while I began applying lotion to my body. I put on some deodorant sliding on my panties and bra. Clothes were spread out throughout my bedroom that I know for sure when I get back I won’t feel like picking up. And I still haven’t packed everything I needed.
I pulled my studded bikini off the bed placing it on top of my already folded and neatly packed clothes. I was bringing three or four just because I know I won’t be able to decide which one I want to wear.
I managed to push down and zip up my suitcase just as knocks rang at the front door making me curse under my breath. I allowed the bag to drop to the floor grabbing my short silk ivory robe hanging on the hook begging my door, and hurried to open the door. Chris stood before me dressed in sweats and a t-shirt yet he still looked like he belonged in a magazine.
“You lucky it’s me at the door since you answering it half naked.” He mumbled which made me look down at my attire. My bottom half was only dressed in my panties but my robe came down low enough to at least cover them.
I rolled my eyes,”Hello to you too Christopher,” I sated, pushing the door open but walking away before he stepped in. The door slammed closed once I’d reached my bedroom and I heard his footsteps thumping down the hall.
I felt his arms wrap around me as I searched through my drawer for something to throw on for the day. That scent that I’ve become so familiar with invaded my nostrils. Chris pulled me back against his chest, his arms wrapped comfortably around my waist.
“I’m hoping all you gotta do is put on pants and you’ll be ready to go,” he stated. I nodded earning a sigh in relief from Chris.
“You in a hurry?” I inquired. He shook his head removing the SnapBack from his head and running his hand over his curls. He placed his chin in his hand watching me rush to be ready.
“I just want to be on time.”
I rid myself of the robe and decided I’d dress comfortably for the ride we’d be taking. I could feel Chris’ eyes burning a a hole in my body but I wasn’t discouraged.
He’s seen more.
My outfit consisted of a PINK hoodie and a pair of black leggings. For my feet I just slid on socks and the first pair of Jordan’s I’d seen which happened to be a pair of 7′s.
I was officially ready to go.
“Let’s go,” I announced. I’m pretty sure Chris mumbled a ‘finally’ under his breath but I let it slide since I was in a rush to see where we’d be going. Chris insisted on carrying my bags even though I assured him that I could carry them on my own.
While Chris headed down, I wrote Mel a quick note on a piece of paper telling her I’d left and I’d be back by Sunday and left it on the kitchen counter. I made sure my phone, keys, and charger were in hand before closing and locking the door behind me.
I made my way to the elevator and placed all three items into my hoodie pocket. The ride down was silent but once I was outside I was damn near in shock. Chris was closing the door to a black on black Range Rover.
My damn dream car.
I vowed to get me one one day and here Chris was right in front of me with one. “You ready to go?” His voice asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I nodded my head still in shock and allowed him to pull me towards the truck.
“Is this your car?” I asked, literally gawking at the masterpiece before me. Chris seemed oblivious to my shock while he nodded. In typical Chris fashion he opened my door and I slid on to the cool leather seats, basking in this moment for as long as possible.
“I bought it a few months ago but this is only my second time driving it.” He chuckled once he’d seen the look on my face. He closed the door, trekked to the other side, and hopped in. He started it up and we pulled off. “You hungry?” He asked.
That reminded me that I’d already ordered the both of us food. “I ordered IHOP but forgot all about it. We can pick it up.” He nodded, bobbing his head to the Rick Ross song playing through the speakers.
The ride to IHOP was filled with nothing but light conversation. He asked me how my week went and I asked the same. He cracked a few jokes as usual as he pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot.
“I’ll be right back.” I simply nodded my head and watched him exit the vehicle.
This car is so damn nice. I fiddled with the buttons until I came across the volume and switched to a radio station. Lil Wayne played through the speakers and I bobbed my head to the beat.
Chris excited the restaurant with the bag of food in his hands and two cups that made my mouth water instantly. He opened the door and passed me the bag starting the car back up.
I looked through the bag and pulled out the two packages containing three pancakes, two sausage, bacon, and eggs. They gave us plastic silverware along with an abundance of syrup and butter.
“Babe,” Chris said once I opened up my container.
“Can you feed me?” He asked in the cutest voice possible. He sounded like a little kid. “Please?”
I smirked, applying butter to my pancakes. “If you tell me where we’re going.” As soon as the words left my lips, Chris groaned.
“Come on babe, I haven’t eaten all day.” He sighed. I shrugged, tearing open the packet that held the plastic for and knife.
“Just tell me where we’re going and you can eat.” I sung, pouring a little of the syrup onto a pancake.
“I’ll tell you where but not what we’re doing,” he sighed. I nodded my head ushering him to go on. “Florida.”
It took me a minute to understand what he said but once I did, I couldn’t contain the scream that left my lips. Chris chuckled once I leaned over kissing his cheek repeatedly.
“Thank you baby!” I squealed. Chris took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at me but I was too excited to think about anything that I just said. He doesn’t understand how excited I am. “Thank you, thank you.”
Chris laughed, “It’s nothing babe, I go there all the time.” He shrugged as if that was the most casual place to go. “Now feed me woman.” I gladly cut him a piece of pancake and held the fork up to his mouth. Chris opened it and took a bite. “Thank you baby.”
I still tried containing my excitement to no avail since I kept thanking Chris every five minutes. After feeding him his food, I ate mine and tossed all the trash back into the bag.
I released a tired yawn and got a little more comfortable in my seat. I woke up early and the effects were definitely creeping their way up on me.
“Take a nap and I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Chris said.
And that was all I needed to hear.
“Robyn, baby wake up. We made it.” I could feel Chris shaking me until my eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with the sight of his smiling face. I smiled, stretched out my arms and finally took in my surroundings.
We were parked infront of a beautiful home. It looked one story and glass from what I could see. Chris already had our bags in his hands and looked to be waiting on me to get out.
I hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten exited the car and gotten our bags before my door opened and he was shaking me tell me we arrived. I gently placed mine in his and he guided me up the little walkway.
Chris kept one of his arms around my waist whilst guiding me up the walkway and toward the house.“Where are we?” I mumbled. Chris released his hold on my waist but only to pull the keys from the pocket of his sweats.
I’m guessing this was someone’s house because it was secluded and I no other houses were near from what I could tell.
I still can’t believe I’m in Florida.
I always knew it was seven hours away but I’ve never had the time nor the patience to sit in that car for so long. It’s beautiful through. The palm trees, water, it was just overall gorgeous.
Chris used his key and as soon as the door opened I gasped. I was greeted with a fully furnished kitchen, and living room. The sued couches matched the decor perfectly. While Chris instructed carried off our bags, I wondered around the house.
My shoes squeaked against the polished cherry hardwood floors. I admired the detail put into the place, the high ceilings and matching decor. This was definitely a room I’d stay in.
I peeked in the kitchen to see it had stailess steel appliances that looked brand new. I wandered into the bedroom which was complete with a California king sized bed, dressers, and a mini fridge. Two sliding glass doors on the side that gave me a view of the beach.
I opened the sliding glass doors and stepped onto the deck. The view was amazing, you could see the entire beach from where I was standing.
“Beautiful ain’t it?” Chris appeared, taking a seat in one of the chairs. I nodded my head. He reached out him arms and I instantly fell letting him pull me on to his lap.
“It’s amazing,” I breathed, my attention no longer fixated on the view but turned to the man seated before me. He watched the sky just as I had moments prior, admiring the scene exactly as I had and rubbing my thighs soothingly. I still couldn’t grasp the fact that he’s so open to me. How caring and loving he is. Sometimes so many questions run through my head I need to drown them out.
Was it all an act?
Is this all just to win me over so we could fuck and he could toss me aside?
What is this?
Chris ran his hand up my t-shirt and squeezed my side. “What you over here thinking about?” He said. I simply shrugged my shoulder and laid my head on his shoulder; once again putting my thoughts on the back burner…for now.
“Just wondering what the hell you have planned.” I giggled. Chris breathed a heavy sigh, tightening his hold on my waist.
“We can either start now, or relax for an hour or two.” He suggested. I definitely needed a little more sleep since I was up so early but I was anxious for what was to come.
“What’s first on the list?” Chris smiled as soon as the words left my lips. He instructed me to go change into my swimsuit while he did the same. I happily agreed and rushed to change into my swimwear.
“You lucky we not going to a public place cause I could’ve sworn I told you not to pack a bikini.” Chris grumbled. I chose my studded bikini and even though Chris appreciated the sight of me in it, and I had on a cover up, he wasn’t too happy about me bringing them.
“You’ll be the only one looking so,” I trailed off. He mumbled a ‘whatever’ under his breath as we continued our walk down the beach.
After twenty minutes of debating and being rushed I finally decided on my beige studded bikini and a black cover up. Chris had on simple black swim trunks with a tank top to cover his torso. He rushed me out of the house and we were headed towards the back.
I loved the isolation of it all. How we could be in our own little world and no one could get in or disturb us.
I was acting like a tourist snapping pictures with my phone and getting excited once my eyes landed on the water.
It was so damn beautiful. Bright and blue. It’s like, you secretly don’t want to get in, afraid that you’d mess up the perfection.
Chris suggested we find a spot and once we did our towels were placed down along with the basket Chris brought along. It was filled with refreshment a and sandwiches in case we got hungry.
Even though we could just walk up to the house and get what we needed.
He pulled out a water bottle taking a few gulps. It was at least in the high 90′s and Chris had us prancing up and down the beach for the ‘perfect spot’ so I could understand his need for water.
I giggled like a kid in a candy store. “You wanna get in?” I asked, eager to enjoy this trip while it lasted. Chris shook his head and took another swig of his water.
“I’m good. Go ahead baby.”
I wasn’t happy that he wasn’t as enthusiastic as I was but that wasn’t about to stop me from having fun. I glanced back at Chris for reassurance which he gave by nodding. I smiled and took off toward the water. As soon as I splashed in the water a huge smile spread across my face.
Growing up in Barbados, It wasn’t like water was a foreign object because I was always near it. A beach wasn’t new to me at all. I just haven’t been to one in the last couple years and I missed it.
The sudden feeling of being lifted up caught me off guard and I released a squeal. “Chris! Don’t put me in the fucking water!” I squealed. My pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears because he walked even farther into the water.
He laughed, “Chrez don’t put me in de fucking water.” He said. I guess he was attempting to match my accent but failed…miserably. He took a few more steps into the water.
“Chris,” I groaned. He now and held me bridal style, walking a few more steps in the water so that it was now up to his waist.
“What?” He asked innocently. He took three more steps. I tightened my hold on his neck which had him laughing. “You’re from the islands, how you scared of water.”
“I’m not scared I just don’t want you to drop me.” Which was the truth even if he didn’t believe it.
“What if I was to drop you?” His grip on my body loosened, “What would you do?”
I sighed, “Baby stop.” I groaned before I could stop myself. I didn’t even have to look up to know he had a smile across his face. Here goes that words again “Don’t drop me.”
Those two words were the last thing I heard before I was pulled under water with Chris still holding on. I sputtered and gasped, wiping my face as Chris laughed holding his stomach like it was the funniest shit in the world.. He finally let me go and I pushed his chest moving away.
“Why did you do that?” I groaned. Now my hair will curl up which is exactly why I didn’t want to get dunked in the damn water.
“Because-” he was cut off once I splashed the water in his face. I laughed watching him wipe it away. “Really?” He gasped.
Nodding my head, I splashed him again and began swimming away before he could recover. I’m pretty sure Chris is going to catch me but since I splashed him he I might get enough time to get away.
I was wrong.
I felt his arms wrap around my waist causing a laugh to flee from my lips. He spun me around and dropped me in the water once again.
“You gotta get out sometime.” Chris chuckled. Sunset had begun and I have yet to get out of this water. We’ve been in here for hours. Laughing, playing, talking, and just having an overall good time.
This must be what paradise feels like.
“No,” I pouted like a little kid. “I wanna stay in.”
Chris chuckled, “You gotta get out so we can move on to something else Robyn.”
I smirked noticing he’s been rushing me for an hour now. He must have something goo up his sleeve to be rushing me. I finally gave in, casually walking out of the water and taking the towel from Chris.
I gladly took the fluffy blue towel, and wrapped around my soaked frame. He pulled me in by my waist and instead of leading me toward our towels and basket set up, he headed toward the patio.
I took a seat in one of the chairs only to be pulled up and down on to his lap. My eyes wandered up to the pretty pink and peach sunset, gawking at the beauty of it all.
It was gorgeous.
“Thank you for…all of this.” I whispered, tracing the tattoo on his hand with my nail. Instead of responding he released a heavy sigh and kissed the spot right below my ear.
“We still got dinner to go to,” he announced, “But I wanna talk to you about something first.”
“What is it?”
He spun me around so instead of sitting sideways I was straddling his lap. His gaze remained locked on mine making my body heat up even more than it already was. His fingers played with the ends of my bikini as if he needed to have them doing something because they were shaking so bad.
I guess we both are just a ball of nerves.
“I was going to wait until dinner but I can’t.” He sighed.
“What are you up to?”
Chris took a deep breath, pulling my body closer and releasing a sigh. “You got my head completely fucked up,” I meshed my eyebrows together in confusion. “Hear me out baby.” He sighed. “We’ve know each other what? Month and a half at the most, and yet I feel like I’ve known you forever. It’s like the moment I saw you, I knew you were who I wanted and I’d stop at nothing to have you. I wanted you.”
He looked into my eyes and I nodded in a way to tell him keep going.
“When you dodged me…twice, I just didn’t know how to get on your good side. Something about you pulled me toward you and I can’t say I didn’t like it. I needed to figure out why you were so special.” He paused. “Once you finally gave me a chance I can’t lie, a nigga was geeked. Even if you did steal my number and call me first.”
I subconsciously rolled my eyes but we both laughed; mine a little bit shakier than his.
“You gave me that chance and I must say I’m glad you did.” He smiled, showing those dimples I love seeing. “I just can’t seem to figure you out Ms. Fenty.” He kept his eyes locked on mine, something behind them I’ve never seen before. “But I want to.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
His tone lead me to believe he’d think me immediate response would be no, but it isn’t. We just talked about this and here the situation was. He was asking me to ‘officially’ be ‘his’.
I opened my mouth to speak, scream, say something but no words came out. I guess I’d taken too long to answer because Chris breathed a heavy sigh and stopped his movements with the strings of my bikini.
“Robyn, I’m not trying to-”
“Yes.” I finally got out. “Yes, Chris, I will be your girlfriend.”
His eyes widened but I only let out a laugh. I made the first move an he met me halfway, placing a tender kiss on my lips. This kids held so much more passion than all of the ones before. This one held commitment, possession even.
I kissed him with his hands on my waist, the sun setting, and the moment seemed perfect.
Chris pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. The sunset highlighting his features and making me swoon on the inside. We both were breathing heavy from the kiss but I could keep the smile from spreading across my face. He chuckled at my expression, kissing my lips again.
“You’re all mine,” he smiled.
“And you’re all mine.” I retorted.
I don’t know where this thing with Chris would lead but let’s just say; I’m down for wherever this ride takes us.