Tom and Jerry

A Big Chase

Tom,

Just as I'm about to fall onto Mom's comforter I hear a small squeak.

I turn and see him standing in the living room, his mouth is covered with his hands.

Tears are rolling down his face.

Kill him.

No.

I look back at the bed. Then to the tiny mouse-boy.

I sigh and walk back towards him.

I wrap my arms around him and rock him back and forth.

He doesn't pull away, but also doesn't hug back.

"Why're you crying?" I ask quietly, his shoulders tremble and he hiccups.

"I-I-I... why...? Why don't you throw me out while you can..? Or... or..." he trails off and I pull away. I hold his chin up so his big eyes are looking at me.

I blush a little but push the feeling away.

Instead I busy myself by wiping his cheek, I feel tears cover my thumb.

"Stop crying," that doesn't help, he just cries a little more and reaches for my hand.

"I... sorry...." I bring his gaze back to mine.

"Stop apologizing, and stop those tears, you're making your face all pink," his face reddens more.

"I-... O-Okay..." I drop my hand.

He paws at his face and pushes the tears away.

I glare at him for a while, not even mad or anything.

More or less studying him. His orange hoodie... his black pants... his big mouse ears on the top of his head, surrounded by orangish brown hair.

I see his small tail out of the corner of my eye.

The small mouse tail hides behind him.

I look back to his eyes, he's blushing a lot and covering his mouth a little.

"What?" I snap.

"Are you... n-nevermind...." he turns away and looks at the ground. I stare at him.

"What? Spill it," I watch him look at me from the corner of his eye. "Spill it rat," I grab his hoodie and make him face me.

His breath hitches and he grabs my hand.

"It looked like you were looking at my butt! I'm sorry!!" He winced and shrinks down.

"I wasn't!" I let go of him quickly and take a couple quick steps away. I shake away the redness and turn back to him. "I'm taking a nap, feel free to creep on me or whatever," I turn to the hallway.

Jerry,

He walks away rather quickly. I watch him sway and fall onto a bed after pushing the door with his foot. The door creaks and stops, leaving a small crack in between the door and frame.

I rock on my feet.

If he... no... that's dumb, a cat and mouse couldn't work.

So they were friends, no more life and death chases, and more hangouts and laughs. The only time they even thought of fighting was when mother was home, they had to arise zero suspicion.
     But still, thoughts lingered, even if it was a cat and a mouse... could something else be there?

Jerry,

I hear the door close and then paws on hardwood, the paws slowly turn into footsteps.

"Okay she's left," I slowly creep out of my home and into the bigger one.

I imagine myself as a human and then I'm tall.

"What are we going today?" I wander into the living room and plop onto the couch.

"I want to nap," the tall cat boy walks over to me and falls onto the couch, his head rests in my lap.

"Okay..." I lean back and close my eyes. I feel sleep begin to take me out but then I hear a small voice.

"No please... I'll take care of the mouse... please.... no... no...." I open my eyes and stare at the blue haired boy.

"Tom," I whisper and he stirs barely. He shakes his head, still lost in dreamland. "Tom," I say louder and shake him lightly.

He opens his eyes and sits up quickly, almost knocking heads with me.

"What," he snaps and stands quickly.

"Is... do you want me to leave?" I twiddle my fingers and bring my knees up. His expression softens and he looks at the ground.

"No, sorry, I had a bad dream," he sits back on the couch, our legs are barely touching.

"What was it about?" He stays quiet. "You don't have to tell me, that's fine," he stares hard at his jeans.

"I keep having this... nightmare... and every time I get yelled at for not catching you... and then my... my mom snaps at me and decides to replace me..."

"That won't.." I get cut off because he quickly turns and hugs me tightly. He buries his head in my chest.

"And I get put down... every-every time...." he sniffles and I wrap my arms around him.

"That won't happen Tom..." he pulls away and stands up again.

"And what could you do about it?!"