dear peepe boy

the alcoholic cat

The alcoholic cat

Mire! The neighbours move in today!”

Mire frowned and flung himself onto his old nasty goon pilled bed sheets. New neighbours were nothing interesting, just another pain in the ass. The reason he had to be woken up to be told this information was very unclear to him. In the end they were just another obstacle.

Mire was what he considered to be your average teenager.

Average height, failing classes, porn addiction, homocide..

The usual.

He snatched up a grey hoodie from the floor and tugged it over his head. The window was hastily pushed open. A gust of cool air immediately struck him and flooded his stuffy room. He did notice the large white moving truck parked outside the neighbour’s house an arms length from his own but decided it was too early to care about it.

Snatching up his headphones, he immediately put his playlist on shuffle. A familiar melody filled Mire’s ears as he tapped his fingers to the beat of radiohead, an indie band you probably havent heard of it.

‘If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away’

Mire pushed himself up from his bed and nodded his head to the beat as he tunefully sang the lyrics to himself.

‘Watch me unravel, I’ll soon be naked
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor’

He twirled the string of his headphones around his index finger as he pressed his lips together.

‘.I’ve come undone’

The lyrics continued, but the words did not come from Mire’s lips.

Mire spun around to face the window, unaware of the sudden foreign voice joining his solo. A quiet voice, yet those three words were as clear as day.

A small black cat was perched on his faded poor broken windowsill. It gingerly licked it’s balls and smoothed down the sleek fur behind its ear.

Mire cast a worried glance and kneeled down so he was eye level with the feline, who he suspected was the culprit, glancing at the shotgun in the corner of his room contemplating something then deciding not to.
“did you just sing?”

A theatrical giggle filled Mire’s empty room. His deep black eyes darted around and finally locked eyes with another pair. Peering out the other shitty window frame in the house parallel to his own were the eyes of a stranger.

A boy was leaning on the window ledge of the house beside Mire’s. he had black messy hair, part of it tied back into some makeshift shitty ponytail fucking nerd. It was buried under a lilac flower crown, woven with roses and emerald green stems. His sweater was also a matching purple, loosely pulled over a white button up shirt. His outfit was completed with golden chains hanging around his neck cause he was iced the fuck out , and an assortment of gemstone jewellery in the form of rings and shit.

Though his style seemed odd, it was nothing against his most striking feature

His eyes.
One black and the other
Black.
Yeah.

His head was thrown back, a spitely giggle leaving his lips. It took a few minutes for the laughter to stop and the stranger to simmer down. Fucking annoying cunt.

“you’re really fucking stupid, aren’t you.”

“huh?”

“cat’s don’t speak, Dumbass. That voice was from me.”

“oh. You suck.”

“you too, goonboy”

“goonboy?”

Mire’s face scrunched up in alarm, being offended by the childish nickname. The stranger grinned and stretched out an arm for a welcoming handshake.

“I’m Via. Your new neighbour,  hopefully nothing else.”

Mire reluctantly reached out his hand and grasped Via’s ice cold hand. Via rather roughly shook their hands together. Mire dizzily withdrew, vias hand visibly sticky afterwards he looked at him in horror as mire was nonchalant as ever about it. Mire slipped his headphones around his neck.

“I’m Mire. I’m not sociable or exciting, heh..so don’t get your hopes up. Im not like the other guys..”

Via just stared at him in disguist

“ok.”
“…”

Via was silent, before snickering and placing a hand under his chin.

“you’re still a dumbass for thinking a cat was singing with you.”

“hey!!! I didn’t know you existed until a few minutes ago.”

Mire defended himself as Via kept smiling with that same cheshire cat smile. A female voice called on Via from another room in his house. His expression twisted into relief finally away from this conversation.

“that’s my call for dinner. We should talk later or whatever”

“because I’m just the most interesting person? Such a charming , handsome guy right?”

“fuck no.”

“ok...”

“ok bye. until then, goonbye.”

“k.”