Keenan Point of View

"Why are we doing this again?" I heard her ask just as I passed her a cart of popcorn.

She must be feeling happy that I am doing this with her. She should feel privileged but what am I getting in return, an unwanted tongue loose chaperone and undesired comments from her.

"Rainy honey, it is not bad to have a movie night between colleagues. Just enjoy the night, will you." The unwanted tongue loose chaperone, her Aunt Lana prompted gracefully.

Why is this old women with no – brakes hands here, again?

I invited, more like ordered Bell to come here on an important issue which later revealed to be a movie marathon night. I wanted to spend time with her alone and study her and practice patience with her.

Since both of us are like fire, we need to exercise patience with each other a lot, which is not attained in one go. Exercising patience with Bell is a heavy task that needs skill, art and mostly luck.

And what tagged along in our practice? Her flirtatious Aunt Lana!

Why she came, I don't know. Why she is talking in loops, I don't know. What she meant by such innuendoes, I don't know. Why is she talking so much, this I know... it run in the genes I guess.

"How would you like to go on a date with one of my acquaintances tonight, Sugar?" I asked Aunt Lana sweetly.

No, I don't want to call her sugar. She insisted I do.

Such a weird family!

"Nah, not tonight. I came with the mind to crash you movie marathon. Now, don't spoil my plans and mood." Such generous thoughts!

I heard she like a cupid and also De-cupid all in herself. Seems like she is trying be a De-cupid now and break us.

"Yes, she loves watching movies, precisely; she loves to do anything when she finds a new specimen for her study. Now pan we please get done with this movie night and resume sleeping. I'm suffering PMS right now and it is not wise to any of you to rattle me much." Bell pressed, walking to the remote and looking for a good movie on internet.

Okay, I wish she prefer something close to sci-fi or horror. I hate cheesy romance.

I saw her scrolling down the old and latest movies list and settled on one for few minutes. She turned back and glanced at her aunt who gave a nod to her and then she turned towards me.

Ant Man and the Wasp!

"I'm alright with the choice." I assured her and once she settled beside me, I continued, "What is a PMS, by the way." I asked curiously.

"You are not pidding right?" Bell snorted but when realization dawned to her that I indeed don't know what it means, her not-very beautiful face transformed into a frustrated one. "Seriously? You don't know what PMS is?"

I shook my head and looked expectantly at her to answer me. "Is it some kind of disease?" I asked curiously.

"It is not exactly a disease but it is no less than that to women who has to go through several types of pain every month." She said. She pressed her lips as if she is trying to define in a way so I can understand clearly.

"PMS is the time before a woman gets her periods. It is the period when most of the women have mood swings, some stomach issues like uneasiness and nauseousness, indescribable frustration and few aches here and there." Aunt Lana explained me with a teasing smile.

When the definition finally dawned onto to me and I nodded my head in understanding, I turned my head to Bell suddenly and frowned at her. "Hey Bell, I think you should visit doctor then. Yours must be a serious case then as I always saw you in PMS. Is it an everlasting thing for you?" I asked genuinely worried for her.

They said it is only for few days before that time of the month but seems like there are special cases like Bell who are affected severely.

Ah, that must be the reason why she is always in such a foul mood.

But then the question arises, what about me?

I'm mostly in foul mood too due to many issues. It's only because of my mesmerizing capabilities that I have balanced mood but if you compare it with her, I have such disposition too.

I don't even bleed monthly. Then what is wrong with me?

Do men have their own version of PMS then?

"Thanks for your poncern, Indigo. But my mood swings is mostly based on people around me." She gritted, smacking my head.

Ouch! I was asking a genuine question. This girl needs some hormonal medicines.

"Aww, both of you look so cute together." Aunt Lana had to just butt in with her statement when the atmosphere is chilling.

"I'm not interested in watching movie now. I'm going to sleep in guest room." She informed me not meeting my eyes and turned to aunt looking sharply at her. "If you wish to sleep, feel free to occupy the place next to me." She spat walking to the guest room in powerful strides.

I gazed at Aunt Lana and shrugged in confusion. She smiled back at me teasingly and ran a finger on my jaw sensually.

"Seems like fire has finally met the fire. I wonder how both turn out together. Will they try to extinguish each other or challenge their claim?" She said so philosophically that I almost thought she is some kind of future reading psychic and followed suit her niece into her room.

If I understood anything of this sugar aunt, then it is that she is very knowledgeable in relationship and its issues. But I don't quite understand her much.

Heck, the only psychic I approve of is the beggar guy and right now I am in real need to talk to him. This is the time I wished he accepted the mobile phone I provided him.

Knowing that meeting him tonight is a risk and a headache, I strode into my own bedroom with shagged shoulders. I need some good sleep.

I envisioned to watch some movies with the girl I accidentally started liking and if fate is playing well, then I was planning to kiss her. All went into drainage because of what?

Her aunt and her PMS!

Just as my eyes felt heavy and sleep consumed me, a dark fog enveloped my senses taking somewhere. Just as the darkness cleared, I found myself sitting in my room on my bed beside a very sexily dressed Bell.

Though I don't know how she looked under those conservative clothes, the small hot dress gave me a clear idea.

She was reading some kind of novel and smiling to herself and I found myself smirking at her and rubbing my family jewels.

Uh huh... wait a minute, why she is in my room in the first place?

I looked around my room anxiously wanting to know what is happening to me. On one hand, I seem to know what is going on and on the other hand, I don't really know what it is.

I wouldn't have fell down in the place I'm standing if I wouldn't have seen a very shocking picture. It is a large photo frame above our bed.

A photo of me and Bell in wedding attires holding a bouquet.

What?

When did we get married?

And why do I feel as if I know we are married.

Heck, what is happening?

Bell looked down at me from the bed with an irritated glare and noticed me sprawled on the floor kneading a specific part of my lower body.

"Argh, you are at it again?" She exasperated, putting the book she was reading a while ago on the table and got up to look at me clearly. She placed both her hands on her hips and scratched her nose in utter annoyance.

"What?" I asked innocently. I am really innocent this time because I don't know what she is talking about.

"Alright now, don't grope yourself too much. If you wanted a tumble in bed with me, all you have to do is asp." She said with a straight face and stretched her hand for me to take it.

I held her hand and got up from the floor; soon, she was unbuttoning my shirt and pants muttering something about how hard it is for her to keep up with my appetite. Once she undressed me completely in my state of shock and apprehension, she help both the straps of her own dress to pull down but stopped midway.

"You want to undress me or should we just get it over with quicply?" Wait! Why is she being so casual about sex?

I mean I can clearly see the arousal in her eyes but she is also equally annoyed. How is it even possible?

She waited for my reply but in my state I was still trying to grasp the situation so she just sighed and undressed herself looking blankly at me once again.

"Don't taunt me again that I'm not thinping about your preferences. Bed or shower or parpet or table?" She asked as if she is asking me for my favorite wine.

God what is wrong with her?

I was about to answer when the dark fog from moments ago enveloped me again and once it disappeared, I jolted from my sleep. I rubbed my face roughly and ran a hand through my hair.

What the hell was that?

Was that a dream?

Were we married in a dream and having sex?

Then why is she so casual about it? Shouldn't she be shy and reserved and shouldn't I be the one to give her a choice?

Is that how a normal couple behaves in real life?

Gosh...!

That's so embarrassing!

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Hello Sweeties,

Next chapter is here. Enjoy!

So, what do you think about Peenan trying to ensnare Rainbow? What do you think about his attempts?

Do you think aunt Lana got a hint of what is going on with Peenan?

What kind of dream was it?

Do you think that is how normal couples behave?

Do not expect cheesy things from either of them because they are so very ordinary and normal.

And no don't expect uncontrolled hormonal things between them. They will be just very casual and easy with everything.

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