From this day on

 Caitlin was trying to be sexy. Although she knew now she might not have read enough magazines. 

An old friend back in high school once said it was all in the wrist. Evidently, that was not enough to go on.

Oh, and there were the smells that were off-putting and Melvin was more like Beavis than a fake celebrity. Still, she wanted to see this through, even if she would have had better luck with a dog from that lapping tongue of Melvin's.

Just what was he trying to do? Did this only happen to her?

So she moved on, thinking if she got this over with maybe she'd stay the night and the morning would be better. Meanwhile, she finished off the bottle of wine. Otherwise, it wasn't going to happen.

So when she found the necessary part waiting in his pants, it was ready. She knew by the touch, but not for long. 

Such a gooey mess, she cringed that she actually remembered that part, of course, she threw up on him before anything else happened.

It wasn't long until every light came on at Melvin's place. Caitlin was wide awake now and it wasn't pretty. The couch. Melvin's clothes. Her hoodie and lots of other past meals that never made it to the trash.

Oh, the dirty clothes. It was grimy too, but she managed to shower in the bathroom, and crawled back into her faded jeans without her undies and put on one of Melvin's surfer tees.

While he showered she put a load of clothes on to wash. Obviously, he had everything he needed to clean the place but hadn't. So as tired as she felt she picked up the leftover fast food and put all the soda pop cans in a separate trash bag.

He stayed in the bathroom a long while so she made a pot of coffee. She knew she needed it. Somehow she would go on. It felt as if she'd created her own hell with Melvin. Why didn't she give up? She really didn't like all that much about him. He was goofy and it was even harder to believe he was thirty-two. 

She'd found his driver's license when she was cleaning up. Honestly, she was beginning to feel she'd lost her mind. What was she so afraid of with Dylan? At least Dylan would have a clean apartment and there would have been plenty of snacks. And they would have watched a Disney movie. Dylan loved Disney. It was puzzling that she knew all this about him, but of course, these were things Hannah liked.

Caitlin sat at the little round table in Melvin's open space of the livingroom. Her head was throbbing and she felt so weak. She nursed the milk coffee. She barely felt like her old self.

Finally, Melvin showed up apologetic with wet hair and just a towel around his waist.

"I'm tired," she told him. "Very tired."

He only nodded as if he would not sway her with any motive.

"If you have some clean sheets, I'll stay," she sighed. Melvin hurried on to get on some sweat pants and to tidy the bedroom. "But I'm only sleeping." She told him.

Somehow, she was certain he knew they could only be friends.