Ill meet you in cyberspace,(part 2)

A small beam of light found it's way through the curtains. Someone banged on someone's door.

"Who the bloody hell makes such a noise in the morning?" mumbled Tom with a sleepy head. The second thing he thought of was... Caitlin! Memories came flooding back and made Tom feel happy. A tingly feeling started in his toes. It went up to (well, to his dick first and then to) his belly and all the way up to his head.

Someone banged on the door again.

Wait a second... Tom looked on his cell phone. Dan had called 14 times. It was half past 11. Holy shit! Tom jumped out of bed and quickly put on a shirt while running downstairs to open the door.

"Dan! Hey, morning!" Tom gave him a happy face. "Morning? It's almost afternoon" he said sarcastic. Tom let him in, he still had the happy smile. "And what in the bloody hell is wrong with you? You finally slept?" "Like a dog".

They walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. "That's not everything..." Dan looked at him suspicious. He knew Tom way too well. And he know something was different. Or it was the fact that he finally had get some sleep in like, weeks.

Nope. There was something in his eyes. He just couldn't describe it. "Dan..." "Huh?" "you're staring" "Oh.. yes.. sorry" Dan stood up and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed the milk and a cup. "Go put some clothes on, we're leaving in 10 minutes" "Okay honey" Tom said with a high pitched voice. Dan chuckled. "Freak" he muttered under his breath. Tom had walked up the stairs.

Freak.
Movie freak.
Movie_freaks.com. Redpassionending.
Caitlin.

He sighed. What was wrong with him?

10 minutes later, Dan took a seat next to Tom in the limo that had waited in front of his apartment. Tom stared out of the window. Caitlin. How would she look like? Brown hair? Blond? Red? Black? Fuzzy like Dan's? Long hair? Blue eyes? Green? Brown?

Suddenly there were so many ways someone could look like. Long arms, short legs, small head, big head, small breasts, big boobs, fat, thin. He sighed and continued to look out the window.

Dan looked at his best friend. Tom stared out of the window. "Okay, come on, talk to me" Tom looked at Dan "What?" "You're staring out of the window. What's wrong?" he asked with a concerned tone. "Noting!" Tom smiled.

Suddenly it hit Dan, "It's a girl! I know it is, don't lie to me Thomas Edward Felton!". "I hate it when you call me like that..." Tom muttered. He really didn't wanted to have this conversation. He needed to figure it out for himself first.

"Tom..." Dan looked at him. He couldn't keep it a secret from Dan. And Dan gave him Tom's own stern look and Tom knew you couldn't escape from that look since he used it when he wanted to know something. "I shouldn't have taught you that look... Okay, it is". "What's her name?" "Caitlin" "Last name"

There we go. "I don't know" "What do you mean you don't know?" "I met her last night. On the web" Dan's jaw dropped. "In a chat box". Dan's eyes fell out. "And we talked for like 6 hours"

"Six?!" Dan smiled "Does she know who you are?" Dan hated asking that question. It became a famous question since the Harry Potter madness. They asked it each other a lot. And always the answer was "no".

Wait! No? "No?" "Yes, no, she doesnt know who I am. Which is kind of odd if you think about that I've met her on a movie freaks site". Dan laughed. "I needed something to kill the time" Tom mumbled. "You could have called me! But then, you wouldn't have met her, right?" "Right" "So... you think about her the whole time?" Tom blushed and quickly looked back through the window. Why was he blushing?!

The chauffeur lowered the window "Where here" Thank the Lord. No more questions "Okay, thank you" answered Dan. They had to go to a meeting set up for disabled children. Rupert, Emma, the Phelps twin, they were all there. Just in an other limo.

When Dan and Tom stepped out, they didn't have the time anymore to talk or think about it. Those kids were disabled, but there was nothing wrong with their voices.

Dan and Tom were almost blast away from the kids yelling and screaming. Dan gave Tom his final look (the one you think about the whole time, you know what I mean, lol) and he and Tom hooked up with Emma, Rupert and the whole gang.

Dan was too busy signing autographs, as so where Rupert and Emma and the rest. Every photograph Tom signed however, he looked at the girl's or boy's sister, friend, guardian and everytime he saw it was a girl he thought "what if it's her?"
Dude he has a crush!
This is so NOT real...
When are they gonna meet?
Ah, that's so sweet

Caite woke up at 11. The alarm went of with that annoying bleep. She hit it a couple of times until it stopped bleeping and she jumped under the shower.

Cold shower.

"Bonnie!!" she screamed from under the shower "You piss-ant!" Bonnie walked through the (closed) door "you don't have to yell" she said with a smile.

Caite felt the water turning warmer. That was better. The water splashed on her head while Caite was washing herself. She was thinking about Tom. She dreamt about him. He was making fun of her and then they were at a premier and Tom stepped on her dress and she stood there completely naked. "I already told you you were a whore!" That sentence still echoed in her head.

But it wasn't Tom who had said that before. It was a man she had met before. He was the reason she hated her parents and hadn't seen them over almost 9 years. He was the reason she was so insecure of herself. The reason why she never talked about her past. The reason why a boy had never touched her, even though, she had kissed a lot of boys and she had given some of them a blowjob. But they never came near.

"You can't trust a guy" she whispered under the shower "you can't love a man"

But how about Tom? Said a little voice in the back of her head. "Yeah... What about Tom....?"
Yes! Indeed! What about Tom!??!?
No, school starts in 4 days!!! BOEHOE
It's my birthday today!!! WHOEI!! I'm gonna be sixteen! Oh yeah baby, here we come! (Us here in the Netherlands are allowed to drink at the age of 16. And finally I can go clubin' legally.. hehe

Half an hour later, she sat at the bar eating her breakfast Anna had made for her. Anna talked about the house "Honestly, you need to paint it. And some new furniture couldn't hurt...." "Yes Anna, I know. But I'm already working my ass off!" "I told you, maybe you should.. You know, quit? Do something, you're eh.. Good at".

Not that Caite wasn't good in working at the club. Quite the opposite actually. She was one of the best bartenders in the area and people came from everywhere to see the shows they put on. Spitting fire, throwing with bottles, dancing, flirting, making incredible moves with bottles and glasses... She could do it all. Nope, Caitlin Johnson was good at her work.

But that wasn't what Anna meant. Everybody thought she also had acting talent. And since Louisa (her best friend) knew some people in the movie business, Caite swore that if she ever gave them a tape of her, she would kill her. The movie business was nothing for her. She was too insecure. Too realistic. Too down-to-earth.

People are people, no matter what they do. Most actors and actrices think they're the best. God or something. 'Da bomb', like Louisa always said.

"No" Caite shortly replied. "No no no no no no no". "Okay then, but you do need to hurry up, it's half past 11" Caite moaned "Shouldn't had chat with that boy till early the morning..." Anna said and quickly disappeared. "Yeah yeah, I know." Caite sighed and stood up.

She grabbed her coat "I'm gone! Behave!" "Bye!" "Bye Caite!" She closed the door and walked to the garage. She was 17 but that didn't stopped her from driving.

She sat in her black BMW 302, from 1990, and drove away. She sat relaxed behind the wheel. She could drive since she was 15 so she wasn't afraid anymore. And soon, her thoughts lingered of to Tom. Where should he be right now? What is he doing? How does he look? He sounded okay... But that didn't always said much.

She sighed and drove on the parking slot. She stepped out and walked into her second home.

Caite walked through the storage area, which they called 'the back', and where all the inventory was stored. The boots, new chairs, fruit, new glasses, paper. Really everything they needed. Caite walked to the employee room and looked if she saw someone.

"Caite!" Louisa jumped around her neck. "Hey!" "How are you?" "I'm cool, you?" "Never better" "What happened to what's his name?" "mwah... He was okay"

Caite chuckled. "Hooker" "Cow" They laughed and hugged each other again.

Caite and Louisa had known each other since Caite came to England and had been together ever since. There wasn't much they didn't talk about, if you don't count Caite's past.

Boys, sex, work, sex, new hotties in the film industry, sex, the newest movies, make up and some more sex were among their favourite subjects. "Come on, Terry wants us to check inventory" Louisa told her and together they walked back, talking about what happened the other night.

Some weirdo stumbled into the club and started smashing things. It took them half an hour to get him out and then another 15 minutes until the police arrived.

The next hour was crazy because Terry gave the guests an happy hour, every drink was free for the next hour. Talking about working your ass off...

Caite and Louisa were almost done checking inventory when Louisa noticed "You are awfully quiet..." Caite looked up to her best friend "Yeah,... I know" "Are it the ghosts again?"

Louisa knew what a drag that 'gift' could be sometimes. She had seen Caite struggle through everything on her own, but going through a period when a ghost was haunting her best friend, always made Caite look like she was never going to make it.

Surprisingly, Caite always managed to get through. On her own.

One of the first things Louisa learned when she became friends with Caite was that she didn't wanted help. She could do it on her own. She had proven that many times. Never the less, Louisa was always there. Ready to catch her when she fell.

Caite had begun to open up to Louisa a few years ago and it had improved their friendship. Louisa taught Caite on her own way that you can't do it on your own. You need a safety net. And for Caite, Louisa was. And Louisa knew that Caite was her thankful for that.

As a gift in returning, she told her a bit more about her past. Louisa didn't needed to know. She just wanted Caite to know that if she ever needed her, she was right there even though Caite always said she didn't needed her help and Louisa would never say that she helped Caite. She would always say, like she had said a lot of times, that Caite was an amazing person and she was glad that they were friend and that she admired Caite, for standing alone. And being so brave.

"So, what is it?" Caite sighed. "A guy" Louisa dropped the box with glasses. The room was filled with the sound of breaking glass and she hoped Terry didn't hear it "A guy?" she said in disbelief.

Caite's cheeks turned red. "Oh my God, I never thought it was possible..." "Gjeeh Louis, thanks" "CAITE?! You broke the glasses again?!!" Terry shouted from behind the bar (that's on you're right behind the saloon doors where you enter the club and stand *behind* the bar) "NO! Thanks a lot! It was Louisa!" she shouted back. She had a reputation of breaking glasses.

"Sorry!" Louisa shouted "Anyway, a guy?! Where did you met him?" "On the internet" Caite answered nonchalant. Louisa chuckled "on the internet? In one of those chat boxes?" Caite nodded. Louisa laughed and Caite gave her a mad look. "Sorry, but you should see yourself!" "What? Why? What's wrong?" "You are in love!" Louisa said, teasing Caite ."No I'm not!" Was she?

No, she wasn't. Louisa just bumped her head when she had sex. Maybe she fell out of bed with that guy yesterday. She wasn't in love. She didn't even met the guy!

"Okay, I admit, I-..." "Yes...?" Louisa had a teasing tone in her voice. "I think I am.... Is that bad?" "It depends-" "I don't know how he looks" Caite finished Louisa's sentence. She dropped her jaw "You don't?!" "no...." Caite mumbled. Louisa couldn't help laughing again. She almost dropped another box of glasses and took a seat, taking a deep breath.

And then burst out in laughter again. Caite threw her note block to Louisa's head, missed, and followed the 'flight' of her note block and grabbed it. She smacked Louisa against the back of her head. Louisa whipped the tears from the corner of her eyes and rubbed her head. "You're so funny Louis.." "I know!"
whahaha! Louisa fell out of bed with that guy! Rough sex! Hot, spicy, rough sex!
Ow grouse, rough sex... I mean sex.
I like Louisa!
Oh! Happy Birthday!

Caite was lucky, it was half past 2 am. She had gotten off earlier for working so hard those last couple of weeks. Caite sat in her car, quietly listing to Greenday. She parked the car on the drive next to her house and walked in. She shut the door and lights popped on.

"You're home early" Anna said friendly "Yeah, Terry was in a good mood. Thank God, I'm worn-out!" "Oh well, I'll make you some tea, you're dream boy is online" "Dream boy?" she asked "what dream boy?" "The one you talked about in the shower"

Caite stared at her, "Bonnie told me". "Figures" Caite took of her coat and sat behind the computer. Anna gave her a cup of tea and walked back to the kitchen to clean up.

Caite logged in and saw Anna was right. *Oh that is so scary* she thought. Ah well, it was Anna. And Anna was a ghost. And ghosts are almighty. She chuckled.

notanaturalblond: i hate you
redpassionending: eh... hi?
notanaturalblond: i thought about you the whole friggin' day....
redpassionending: i know, me too....
redpassionending: had to kill my best friend too
notanaturalblond: why?!
redpassionending: she wouldnt stop laughing
notanaturalblond: you feel cross-examined?
redpassionending: yup
notanaturalblond: i know how you feel
redpassionending: friends....
redpassionending: we should kill them and run away together
notanaturalblond: i give you an alibi
redpassionending: haha, thanks, so will i
notanaturalblond: youre safe with me... ;)
redpassionending: dont become sentimental, i was starting to like you
notanaturalblond: i wasnt!
redpassionending: yes you were
notanaturalblond: fine
redpassionending: so how was youre day?
notanaturalblond: awful
redpassionending: why?
notanaturalblond: im becoming sentimental
redpassionending: poor you
notanaturalblond: we should found a club
redpassionending: the we-hate-ours-friends-club?
notanaturalblond: exactly!

That was the start of another long night. They talked until five in the morning and they both said goodnight. They gave each other a cyber kiss and promised to be back tomorrow night. What they didn't know, was that is was the start of a everlasting friendship and a sign that they would be lovers forever. They couldn't be just friends.