Caught (completed) - brance

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The next day I rode my bike around town again, this time it was empty. All the kids were at school, same with the teenagers, and all the adults were working. I sighed as I looked at the same boring old buildings that I see every day. As I was riding around I spotted Vance sitting on the sidewalk petting a black cat and holding a little orange tabby cat in his lap.

I pulled up quietly, as to not scare the cats. Vance looked up at me, "what're you doing here, shithead?" He wore a grin as he pet the two cats.

"I was riding my back around, saw you, decided to stop by," I told him simply with a sweet smile. I set my bike against the wall and sat next to him. Vance just hummed, going back to the petting the cats. I carefully reached over to the black cat, which was on the other side of Vance, and offered for it to sniff my hand.

The cat sniffed my hand before rubbing its face and wet nose all over the palm of my hand. I smiled though. "You like cats?" I asked Vance, a little curious. He didn't seem like a cat person, more like a dog person to me. Or a snake owner person.

"Mhm," hummed Vance as he watched the cat rub his head against my hand. "You?"

"Sorta," I answered with a shrug. "My parents don't like pets so we don't have any," I explained, "plus my little sister is a little allergic. Not deathly she just sneezes a lot and all."

Vance nodded his head, and we hung out for a while in silence. But after a bit he checked his phone. I could see he had text messages on his Lock Screen, but I couldn't read them from where I sat. I saw as he had a sort of upset face before he turned off his phone again and shooed the cats away. He stood up, holding his hand out.

For a second I stared at his roughed up hand, but took it after a second or two. He lifted me up to my feet and let go of my hand. For some reason the touch sent a little wave of energy through my body, but I shrugged it off. "Wanna go to the movies or something?" He offered, glancing around.

"The movies sound cool," I grinned at him, turning towards my bike to hop on. But he grabbed my forearm, holding me back.

I turned and looked at him and he nodded at his car. "C'mon," he mumbled, "I can put your bike in my trunk." I nodded and smiled sweetly, taking his offer.