Paper Hearts (boyxboy)

Death of a Cat

Noah:

"Tell me again why I'm bailing you out of Prison?" I huff angrily.

Andrew scoffs. "I didn't go to prison. Don't over-exaggerate."

"But you were arrested. And why, again?" I pause for a second, not even long enough for him to respond. "For shoplifting a fucking shirt!"

He looks distraught. "Stop yelling at me Noah! I wasn't the one who stole it! I didn't even know she had it 'till we were half-way across the mall..." He whines, crossing his arms.

I shake my head slowly, tucking in my bottom lip. "Your mom is going to be pissed."

"We don't have to tell her," He's practically pouting. "It wasn't even my fault!"

I pull the car over to the side of the road and put the brake on. Turning to him, I let out an annoyed sigh. "Then how come they took all three of you into custody?"

"I don't know! I guess they thought we were, like, in 'cahoots' or something. I had told her to take it back! I'm totally innocent here!"

I find myself laughing at his word choice. "Okay, okay, fine. Now explain to me one more thing."

He lifts an eyebrow as I grab the box from the police station from his feet. "Andrew Finnely: personal articles." I read off the list attached. "Six rubber bangle bracelets, superman wallet, car keys with rainbow colored key chain, double sided tape, breath mints, 'Top Gun' poster..."

"What about it?" he says, sounding irritated.

"Oh I'm not done." I keep reading. "Shot glass with breasts, 'I dare you' dice game, sparkling cup that says 'Kiss me I'm horny', one pair of rhinestone handcuffs, one large black dil--"

"Okay I get it!" He interrupts. "I know how it looks, Noah..."

I put up my hand, laughing. "I can't believe you bought all that stuff, spit out your gum on people walking below, and got arrested all in the same day. You're a regular bad-ass."

"That stuff wasn't for me! I can explain!" He squeals. "Wait, how did you know about the gum thing?"

"Sara told me. She also told me you said that I make weird dying cat noises." I grin. "Do you really think so?"

He's bright red. "Oh my god. She didn't. This is the worst day ever. I just want to get home and pretend none of this ever happened."

"Can I at least see your mug shots?"

"Not funny." He groans.

I start the car and pull out onto the highway, laughing. "I thought it was."

He rubs his temples. "I'm never taking Denae to the mall again. Ever."

"I don't think they'll even let you back in, babe."

He gasps and his eyes get wide before he groans. "Ugggh. But I love the mall. I love it. And now it's ruined forever."

"I think you'll survive without shopping on a weekly basis. It's all gonna be okay." I laugh.

He clenches his fists towards the sky, dramatically. "Why have you forsaken me? I've been a perfect angel!"

"I beg to differ." I laugh even harder, gesturing to the box of sex toys.

"That wasn't for me I already explained it!"

"Okay okay!" I gesture for him to settle. "Don't be so dramatic baby." I chuckle.

He closes his eyes and breathes out. "Could this day get any worse?"

As if in response to his question, an incredible thud rocks the Corvette from beneath. I jar and slam the brake quickly in response, stalling out and jerking us both.