Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Cat Person (AU)

Aris’s P.O.V

I don't know her, but I watch her from my window every day. Not in a creepy way or anything. I’m just naturally intrigued by if she’ll ever complete her mission.

My cat, Whiskers, likes new people about as much as me. Not at all. So I wasn't the least bit surprised when he didn't come to her the first time she sat by my driveway and called for, in her own words, “the precious, precious kitty kitty.” When he inevitably ignored her and she left a few minutes later I assumed that would be the end of it.

Nope. She was back on the sidewalk the next day, with her arms outreached as she kept calling for him. He most likely just gave her a blank stare.

While it would be nice to tell her that he’s not a people lover, I wanted to see how far she would take this. Besides, it was summer so I’m stuck in this house, all alone, for most of three months. My friends are on vacations and stuff like that, my parents are on business trips and whatever else they do, and I am not going to find social events. So I’ll just watch the girl from my window trying to make my cat love her.

“You could just go up to her, you know? She’d probably pet you for however long you wanted,”I sighed, scratching Whisker’s head as I sat on my windowsill and looked at the night sky. Feeling his stare, I glanced down to see his judgemental gaze.

“Don't look at me like that. You're the one she wants. Not me,”I reminded him. Still keeping that same expression, I could just feel him calling me a hypocrite. “You’re lucky someone wants you. Besides, she's really pretty. I see why that would make me nervous, but what’s your excuse?”I pointed out. Just staring at me blankly, he blinked and turned on his selective hearing. “Seriously? Just let her pet you. She's been so dedicated. For heaven's sake, she bought cat treats and reads to you. What more could you want?”I pointed out. Tired of my speech, he jumped out of my arms to go do whatever mysterious cat activities I wasn't allowed to see. Then, he would run around at 3am, because to him if I’m asleep I may as well be dead. He's just literally the definition of sleep is for the weak.

Leaving my curtains cracked, I made sure that there would be just enough sunlight to wake me up before crawling under my covers. Pulling them up to my chin, I dozed off while thinking about the odd girl my cat didn't want to meet for some reason.

Still, my cat’s gotten more human interaction than me this summer. Love that for me.

♡ Time Skip♡

As always, I watched her from my window. This time she wasn't really doing anything. She just had some headphones while sketching something. I wonder what it was. My cat? A past sketch? My porch?

I mean I could always go down and ask her. At the same time though, I’d rather not be judged by the pretty girl waiting for my cat.

Letting out a half hearted sigh, I kept my seat on the windowsill and fiddled with my earbuds cords, wrapping them between my fingers over and over. Fully immersing myself in the useless activity, I didn't notice him staring at me. Not until I glanced down for a moment.

“Aren't you supposed to be outside?”I reminded him. Cocking his head to the side, he just kept his gaze. “Do you want to go outside?”I offered. Standing up, he nudged my leg so I would do the same. Patting his head, I decided that means yes as I held him in my arms while feeling the vibration of his purrs. Repeatedly stroking him, I pulled him closer before coming to my front door. Setting him by his cracked window, I waited for him to hop out.

Instead, he wore that same blank stare before jumping down again. Rubbing his head against the door, he kept waiting for me to open it.

“Come on, Whisker’s. Don't do this to me,”I begged. Headbutting my leg, he silently repeated his demand. “I can't talk to her. If you want to see her then you can go on your own,”I said firmly. Ignoring that, he just started clawing my legs, probably tearing up my pajamas some more. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you out, you spoiled, spoiled cat,”I gave in, scooping him up and opening my door. As I tried to set him down and leave I heard the girl greet me from the bottom of the driveway.

Glaring at my cat, I asked why he hates me. He just kept that same blank stare, but I just know it was smug.

Raising my head, I waved to the girl while looking at her from somewhere besides a second story window for the first time.

“Uh, hi,”I greeted back. Pulling her hair out of her face, she stuck her pencil behind her ear as she smiled at me, her sketchbook in her lap and usual cat treats by her side.

“It's nice to meet the guy whose cat I’ve been trying to get to love me.”

“He's not a people lover,”I explained, glancing at the ground as silence filled the air. All the while, I went over how awkward this was in my mind.

“Do you want to come inside?”I asked, the heat already getting to me. She’s seriously just been out here in this? For over a month now?

“Sure,”She shrugged, standing up. Slipping the book and treats in the front of her denim overalls, she brushed them out for a moment, her hair pulled out of her face, tennis shoes perfectly tied, and yellow shirt that seemed to match her personality. The exact opposite of me in every way. Messy hair that I hadn't bothered to do anything with since I woke up, the same pajamas I’ve had since the end of middle school now complete with plenty of tears in the faded blue pants, and white socks.

Opening my door wider, I let her in, trying not to think about the way this breaks every rule of protecting yourself against stranger danger while wondering if she was thinking about that too.

Plopping himself on the porch, Whiskers still wouldn't just let the girl pet him as he got comfortable. Rolling my eyes at his sass, I shut the door only to realize just how dark it seemed to be. I think I come down here maybe two times a day for food, to let my suddenly stupid cat in, or something so I never really think about it.

“You never have cars in your driveway,”She stated, looking back at me.

“Nobody but me is ever home.”

“Oh. That's sad.”

The statement wasn't cruel. Just honest. It was indeed pretty depressing the way I was spending my time.

“Yeah. It is,”I agreed.

“You don't have any siblings?”

“None that I’m aware of.”

She gave a small grin at my deadpan joke before following me in the kitchen. Seeming perfectly at home, as though she belonged here, as though she knew my soul, she took a seat at the table, her sketchbook already out and pencil back on the page.

“What are you drawing?”I asked, sitting beside her.

“You,”She shrugged, showing me her sketch of me sitting by my window.

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn't know you could do see me.”

“It's fine. Besides, you're a lovely canvas. Your features make great art.”

Since I’ve been alive, I don't think I've ever heard anything like that about myself. I certainly doubt I’ve ever been compared to art before, to something not just worth looking at, but creating.

“I’m Aris.”

“It's nice to know the boy in the window has a name. I’m Y/N.”

“It's nice to know the girl on my driveway has a name too.”

“And the reason for this meeting? What's your cat's name?”

“Whisker's.”

“Hm. Straight to the point. I like it.”

“Yeah. He’ll get used to you the longer you're here,”I absentmindedly promised.

“Are you saying I’ll be spending a lot of time here?”She clarified, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.

“That depends on if you want to spend time here.”

“Can I wear my pajamas when I’m here?”

“I don't see why not.”

“Then, yeah. I don't see any reason not to.”

I like summer. I like summer a lot.