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(G/n) = Grandmothers name

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(G/n) = Grandmothers name

(Stuck with another meme up top because I still don't have my laptop, also NONE OF THE GIFS I WANT ARE WORKING IM GONNA CRY😭😭)

I walked along the sidewalk, making my way back to my house. It was about 10 o'clock at night, so it was still busy but not too busy. My arms were wrapped around me as if to protect myself from causing more damage to the heartache that currently burned through my chest. It hurt to see him dancing with another girl, but he doesn't know about how I feel, so I can't blame him that he'd wanna dance with her. 'He can dance with anyone he wants. I can't stop him.' I grabbed my chest and stumbled forward a little, putting a hand out to lean against the nearest building "Jesus christ. Why the hell am I like this?" I mumbled to myself as I suddenly grew a bit dizzy. Shaking my head I tried to get the thought of Reggie out of my head, key word tried. Letting out a small huff I marched back off towards my house, stumbling here and there along the way.

Once I reached my neighborhood, I got this weird feeling, like someone was watching me, I stopped and looked around. Seeing no one, I continued walking down the sidewalk, a voice that sounded a bit deep echoed in my head, causing me to stop in my tracks "You know, when (G/n) told me that you needed my guidance. I didn't expect you to be this much of a fucking mess." Looking around me, I didn't see anyone, I shrugged it off and was about to continue walking when the voice spoke again.

"Down here you blind bat."

Looking down at the side walk in front of me, my eyes caught sight of a black cat sitting patiently in front of me. Staring at the cat for a few seconds I thought 'How is that cat talking to me? Maybe I'm just drunk. But I only had one glass of wine, that doesn't do shit. Christ, I need a drink.' shaking my head and walking past the black cat in front of me "I need a drink." I stated, continuing on my walk back to the house, the cat following next to me.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

The British voice rang in my head only for me to ignore it, along with the cat who was currently traveling next to me. "Would you stop and talk to me you wretched little witch!" I shook my head in response to the animal trailing close next to me "No! Because you aren't real!" I stopped in my tracks and rubbed my temples in annoyance "God, I'm going insane." I stated with a small laugh along with a shake of my head.

The black cat jumped in front of me, his cat eyes seemed to narrow at me in anger as one of his paws swiped across my leg, successfully scratching it "Ow! Hey-" the cat cut me off, growling out "Was that real enough for you?" I rubbed away the blood that started to slowly emerge from the scratch. I glared down at the British black cat in front of me "What the hell are you?" The cat's blue eyes were quick to dart around the area as if checking for something, looking back up at me his voice resonated in my head once more.

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