AN: Long time, no write. 3333
Disclaimer: I own Desiree, Katey, Symmone, etc.
Desiree woke up to her clock radio at noon singing a coincidental song, "When I'm with him I am thinking of you."
The question is which one is Arthur, and which one is Joe? Maybe they'll just take turns, she thought.
Desiree reached over to press snooze on her clock, but other than that, she didn't move. She hasn't seen Arthur in a couple of days, which either means he got in trouble with Wizard when he came home late or he just doesn't want to see her. Or he got kidnapped, or mugged. Or he was taken away, packed up, and sent to China. The list was endless. Another catch he should know about me, I'm very paranoid, she thought.
Desiree picked up her phone to see she had a missed call and one voicemail, both from Joe. He called at 9 a.m. He knew I wouldn't be awake. So why did he call? She thought as she called her voicemail box.
"To listen to your messages, press 1." The lady said in a monotone. Desiree pressed 1.
"You have one unheard message. First unheard message."
After a moment of silence, she heard a guitar playing a familiar song. A song Joe and her shared a love for. Soon, he started to sing, "Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call, I'm angry, call, I'm desperate for your voice. Listening to the song we used to sing in the car. Do you remember, Butterfly? Early summer. It's playing on repeat. Just like when we would meet," Desiree had forgotten how sweet Joe was. How he'd make you believe you were the most beautiful girl in the world, "I was born to tell you, 'I love you', and I am torn to do what I have to. To make you mine, stay with me tonight?"
She knew she should see past this after what happened two years ago. But she didn't want to. At least for now, she wouldn't let herself, "Call me back, love." He said.
Desiree saved the message, hung up the phone, and held it close to her heart. He always knew how to make her melt. After a moment of thought, she opened her phone again, and created a new message. She typed her message, and, with no second thoughts, sent it.
Joe was at home with his friends, Max and Dylan, watching T.V. They decided on watching college basketball since it wasn't football season yet.
"Dude, Symmone keeps complaining about how we don't spend enough time together," Max sighed when the game went on commercial break, "I like being with her, but I need a little freedom too."
"At least you know why Symmone's mad," Dylan started, "Katelyn hasn't spoken to me since summer started, and I have no idea why! I ask her all the time but she's persistent on not telling me."
"Ugh, chicks," Max said, finishing the last of his Coke.
"You guys just have to do a grand gesture. Do something romantic. They can't be mad at you after you surprise them like that," Joe said.
"Should we really take relationship advice from you?" Max said bluntly.
"Yea, I mean, after the whole Desiree thing, you haven't really recovered," Dylan carefully stated.
Joe shrugged, "I recovered just fine."
"But you're chasing after her again," Max pointed out.
"I love her. It was only a matter of time before I tried getting her back," Joe said as a matter of factly.
"After two years?" Max whispered to Dylan. Joe threw a pillow at Max's head.
"At least I'm trying to fix things with my girl," Joe said defensively.
Max and Dylan stood up to yell at the T.V, because of an unfair foul when Joe got a text from Desiree. He pressed view.
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home - come over tonight?
Joe smiled to himself knowing she got his voicemail.
I'll be there at 8, love, he sent.
He couldn't believe it; she's coming back into his life. Slowly but surely, and this time, he wouldn't screw it up.
"What's making you so happy?" Dylan asked at another commercial.
"No what, but whom." Joe corrected, smiling even more. She has this effect on me, he thought.
Four days straight without talking to Desiree, and I'm going insane. I barely know her, Arthur thought as he sang his fifth song that day.
"I need you, boo. I've gotta see you, boo, and the heart's all over the world tonight. Said the heart's all over the world tonight." He sang. He knew the only way to stay over at Desiree's house is to suck up to Wizard. Earn a decent amount of money, come home on time, and don't piss him off. Things like that. Just one more day of it, and I'm all Cookie's, he thought.
"Hey you." A flirtatious voice behind him brought him back to reality.
He turned to see Leslie. Whenever she looked at him, he found a false vulnerability in her forest green eyes. It's a very effective trick she uses to snag guys in her trap.
Arthur always used to fall for it without fail even though she's hurt him just as many times. But there'll be no more of it.
"Hey Leslie," he muttered. He kneeled to pack up Roxy, but he felt her touch his shoulder.
"There's no reason to stay. I already got enough money for the day." He shrugged her hand off, and stood with his guitar case in hand.
"You've been getting a lot of money lately. Have you gotten someone to inspire you?" She winked.
"What do you want, Leslie?"
"You," she said as she moved closer to him, and she took hold of his free hand, "Only you."
"I seem to never be enough for you. Or is it you get a thrill out of cheating on me?"
Leslie pouted, "Arty, you know I love you."
"It's funny," he started as he pulled his hand away, "The more you say that, the less meaning it has." He walked past her, leaving her in the middle the busy New York crowd.
Desiree was looking at her reflection in her bathroom mirror. She brushed her hair behind her left ear, leaving her side bangs in her face.
She walked into her bedroom, kneeled by the right side her bed, and reached underneath it. She pulled out a large, hot pink shoebox. When she removed the lid, she felt a waterfall of memories wash over her. The box was filled with notes, poems, and gifts, all from Joe. But there were a few things in it that he didn't give her. Small gifts, already beautifully boxed.
These were meant for him. But she never got around to giving it to him. Wherever she went, she always found things Joe would love. She'd buy them, and wait for the perfect moment to surprise him with the perfect gift.
She pulled out a long, rectangular, green box wrapped with a red bow from the box. She smiled to herself, remembering the reason she bought it.
Desiree was rummaging through Joe's filthy closet, and found a spider on the wall.
She backed away in disgust, "I'm sorry, why am I helping you do this again?"
"Because," Joe started, hugging her from behind, "We both know I can't do it by myself. If it's not clean by this evening, my mom will ground me."
She sighed, "What would you do without me?"
He whispered in her ear, "Lets not find out."
She giggled, "Okay, but you owe me."
"Fine. How about I let you rub my feet?" He sassed.
She gently pushed him away, "Jerk."
"Okay, okay," he gave her an apologetic kiss on the forehead, and wrapped his arms around her waist, "What do you want?"
"Hm," She went through a list of things she wanted him to do for her, and found the perfect one, "I want you to dress in a black button up shirt and pants. With a navy, satin tie. Then, in a beautiful, candlelit garden, have a delicious dinner just waiting to be devoured by moi."
"What would you wear?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. I have the perfect dress in mind."
"Alright, but where on earth would I get a tie?"
She laughed, "A tie shop, maybe? But don't worry about the tie. I'd worry about the garden with the candles and food."
"Oh, don't worry about that," he mocked, "Have I ever failed to impress you?"
She pondered this question, "Well…"
He tackled her onto his bed, and started to tickle her, "Have I?" He asked again.
"No, you've never failed to impress me!" She yelled through fits of laughter.
When he stopped, he kissed her nose, "You're ridiculous."
He smiled, "I love you too."
Desiree looked down at the neatly folded, satin blue tie.
"He would've loved this," She said to herself.
"Who would've loved what?"
Desiree caught her breath, and grabbed her tennis racket from under her bed to defend herself from this mystery person.
When she turned, she saw a familiar face. The face of the only other person, besides her mother, Katelyn, Symmone, and herself, who knew about the spare key underneath the fake snail on her windowsill.
She looked at her clock. Eight. He was on time, "What the fuck, Joe?"
"Sorry, I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, never surprise me again!"
He tried to walk over to her, but Desiree held up the tennis racket vertically, making him walk into the wooden arch, "Aw, come on, Desiree."
"Give me a minute, my heart has to restart."
He chuckled, "So melodramatic," he placed his hand over Desiree's that was clutched around the handle of the racket. But slowly, her grip loosened, and the racket fell to the floor.
His eyes were locked on hers, making her forget what she dropped, where she was, what day it was, what her name was.
"Desiree?" He asked.
Oh, yea, that's it, "Yes?"
"Let me kiss you."
She swallowed, "I shouldn't."
"I should escort you to the door."
"I know," he slowly pulled her toward him, closing the space between them.
"I should slap you across the face, and be done with you."
Inches away from her face, he says, "You should do a lot of things."
"I know," she whispered. But she closed her eyes, and waited for him to do the thing he shouldn't. And he did.
Joe stroked Desiree's hair as they laid across her bed as their minds wandered. She rolled onto her side, so she could look at him instead of the ceiling.
She watched him as he thought, deciding when to break his thought with her own, "Want to hear something interesting?"
"Always," They smiled.
"So, I had a dream last night that I was just waiting on a street corner. Waiting for something to happen, or for something to come," She started slowly.
"What were you waiting for?"
"After a moment," she continued, ignoring his question, "I see a black car pull up on the curb beside me. Once the person rolls down the tinted window, I see you. You said, 'Hop in.' It was so random, but I walked in. You were the one I was waiting for."
He kissed her forehead, "You don't have to wait anymore."
"Yes, I'll go to the Tchaikovsky Tribute with you."
AN: I hope you enjoyed! Also, Joe and Desiree did not just have sex. They were just on the bed..Great.
Title Inspiration?: Kissing You by Des'ree (ha) and redone by Beyoncé.
Songs used: Thinking Of You by Katy Perry, Your Call by Secondhand Serenade, and With You by Chris Brown.