Fresh Meat

Bean

Hhhhhh exams are comin' up soon.

Me: should I study?

Also me: let's work on the fic

Anyway- enjoy!

Warnings: blood, explicit language, spice

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You and Bob were officially dating! It was great- last night, he dropped you off at your house with a peck on the cheek, saying to take the day off and that he'll pick you up tomorrow. You buzzed with excitement, this was amazing! You had the day off, right after you went on a date with Bob, too!

You let out a giggle as you thought of him, and your date. Yesterday was wonderful, and you feel your face heat up at the thought of your first kiss. Gods your boyfriend was such a good kisser. You flush even more at the title. Boyfriend...

Bob was your boyfriend.

Well, maybe not really. It's not official, but you think it is anyway. He's yours.

And you're never letting him go.

A deranged grin grows on your face, your blush intensifying by a hundred. Your eyes turn into hearts as you think of Bob, innocent, sweet Bob. Kind, caring, and friendly. You let out a hysterical giggle, who knew you could feel this way about someone?

You let out a dreamy sigh, swooning as you think about Bob smiling at you, hugging and kissing you just like he did yesterday. You were so fucking in love with the husky, Southern man. All the things you could do with him...

Your thoughts were startled as you hear rustling through the bushes outside your house. You feel an annoyance grow in you as you had to get up from your bed, whoever caused you to disturb your daydream was going to pay.

You walk over to the window in your room, open to let some of the cool air in. Leaning outside, you search the bushes, trying to see who could have disturbed your break time. Upon finding nothing, you shut the window and head back in.

A few hours go by with you scrolling through your phone, watching videos to try and cure your boredom. Who knew a day off could be so boring? You sigh and put the device down, instead choosing to listen to the quietness of your house. It was empty, save its one resident, you. You frowned at the silence, you never liked the quiet, it was suffocating at times.

Rolling out of bed, you decide to head to the kitchen for something to eat, deciding to play some music on the radio while your at it. You stop in your tracks, hearing something.

Something was outside.

You glare hardens, the feeling inside of you growing from annoyance to irritation.

You stomp to your door, planning on staring down whoever was bothering you. You throw the poor wooden door open, your words dying on your tongue as you see... no one? You lean out, looking left and right, still seeing nobody.

Was someone stalking you?

You freeze as you hear a sound coming below you. You look down to see... a cat.

More specifically, the cat that belonged to the former Mike Ross.

It was shivering, it's fur matted and sticking up in random places. Your eyes soften at the sight of the poor kitty, crooning as it comes near you, rubbing against your hand. There was gunk over one of its eyes, making it impossible to see out of. You hold your hands out, letting it come to you before picking it up.

It was light, and you could see it's ribs sticking out from under it. You frown, this kitty was starving! You bring it inside and shut the door. Heading toward the bathroom, you pick up some towels from the linen closet. You place them on the sink counter before running a warm shower, a gentle stream of water coming out of its head.