Oblivious

43 // Point in time

Temerity
(n.) audacity, recklessness

-Elijah-

"Why can't we just knock the door and ask again?" Dalton grumbles, pulling a leaf out of his hair.

"I already tried that, remember?" I hiss, fed up with having to repeat myself and agitated at having to crouch in this stupid little bush. "He told me to fuck off and slammed the door in my face."

My teeth grit at the reminder of a few hours ago, where I knocked on the door of Elora's father's house, demanded pumpkin back.

Admittedly I wasn't the politest about it.

And well that's how we ended up here, crouched in the bush of his back garden, that we had to climb a tree to enter, as we wait for the signal from Casey and Summers, who are parked on the front of his street to say he's left.

Meeks should be knocking on his door any minute now to make up an excuse to get him out of the house long enough for dalton and myself to sneak through the back door and grab the cat.

This wouldn't be so hard if Elora had raised pumpkin to be an out door cat.

But the little fucker won't leave the safety confinements of his house. Trust me we've tried that already, nearly got caught when I stuck my head through an open kitchen window and tried to lure him out with treats.

A half ass attempt at a roster impression lets us now that he's at least in the garden.

It was dalton's idea for the roster call as a signal, said it makes it feel more like a spy mission. He wouldn't agree to come along without it.

"Keep watch." I mumble, creaking open the back door, treats in hand as I whisper short 'psspsps' to try and get pumpkin at least into the kitchen.

Dalton plants himself in the hallway, peeks round the corner into the living room to make sure he hasn't come back in.

The rest of his new family have left for the day. I made sure of that before climbing into the bush.

Small pitter patters can be heard against the wood flooring and pumpkin pokes his head around the kitchen door, having travelled from the opposite side of the hall then where daltons standing.

"Hi." I whisper, reach a hand out.

He hisses.

What the fuck.

Chucking a treat out I watch as he sniffs at it before picking it up. Tail waving in appreciation. I chuck another, a little closer and his whole body sways as he walks towards it.

Fatty.

He's almost close enough to grab when Dalton appears in the door way. "He's coming." Bending quick he picks up pumpkin, the cat meowing in confusion and agitation at having to leave his treats behind.

The voice of Elora's father can be heard ranting aloud at who I can only guess is Meeks before he falls short, shouts just as we're exiting the back door. "Hey, stop."

"Run." I shout to dalton, taking the cat as we bolt from his front garden.

He gives chase. Rapid footsteps are heard behind us as we make a beeline for his front grate. Meeks opens the back door of Casey car in preparation as we decide it'd be better to hop the three foot front wall than waste time opening the metal gate.