The Brit And The Twit

Animals Help

Mike's p.o.v

Mira has been a doll the past few days. She's treated me better than I treated her. I'm so daft sometimes. Anyway I-.. "Mikey! Come here!" Mira shouted, causing me to jump up and bolt downstairs. She sat calmly on the kitchen counter. Christ, she scared me. "What's up love?" I asked, making my way to her side. 

We've grown pretty close in less than three days. I just love being around her. Maybe I am attracted to her. "I want a puppy. Will you get one for me?" she begged, glancing at me under her lashes. God, I'd do anything for the wanker. "Sure thing," I chimed, helplessly under her spell. I took her face in my hands and yawned.

"Mikey, what's wrong? Are you tired?" she asked, concern lacing her voice. I hated seeing her so sad and upset, so I nodded. Not gonna lie, I'd kill for some sleep. She nodded and grabbed me by the hand, grabbing her purse and tugging me out. Though tired, I'd die for her. Gosh, that sounded gay. I wanted to hold her close, but figured I needed more time to heal. 

Not even three feet from the door, she trips on a crack in the ground. "Christ, this girl!" I muttered. Sighing, I tugged on her hand, pulling her against me before she fell. She blushed and hid her face. "I'm sorry, I can't go five seconds without tripping," she mumbled, continuing her steps. I gave a small smile and held her hand tightly in mine. "I'll make sure you don't fall then."

I allowed her to cling to me all evening, laughing with her when she nearly fell, maybe eighty times before we reached a pet store.  "Kisses and Hugs." Sure, choose this place. Sighing, we walked in, and to my surprise, it was a really nice store. Pups running about, kittens toying with a snake. It was like a small family gathering.

I smiled as she sat in a bin, playing with a few pups. I made a face as a pup slobbered over her hand. She stared at it longer than I did before climbing out, repeatedly wiping her hand on a napkin. Poor lass. After a bit, we decided to choose a black and white kitten, naming it Oreo. She laughed at the name, finding it fun. 

She could have carried it out on its bed, but she decided to hold it instead. Those two are just so cute. "God, that was gay." I staggered, sleep catching up to me. Mira noticed and grabbed my hand, tugging us home. "Why'd you let me drag you out?" she asked. So sleepy, I didn't care what slipped past my lips. "Because I love you."