Your Point Of View:
I was still crying on my bed when I grab my phone and look at my Twitter. My favourite follower (@fireyginger aka Max but I don't know that yet :P), liked my tweet. That cheered me up real fast because he has been there since my 3 tweet. I smile and as I'm about to fall asleep, my name gets called. I rush downstairs because I know Max is down there. I look at my owner, and she has a fake grin plastered on her face. I see Max, with a genuine smile on his face looking at me. "Y/n, you have been claimed by this fine gentleman". I laugh as she says gentleman. I mean really? Max? A gentleman? Please. I nod and slowly walk upstairs. I pack all of my stuff, not having much, and head downstairs, to go home with Max. He looked at me, and I looked at him. I don't smile instead I growl, and walk out the door with a confused Max stumbling to walk behind me. I laugh and Max finally catches up to me. He says "Hey ummm, Y/n, was it?". I nod and he continued, "What did that ugly woman mean by you have been claimed?". I sigh "I will tell you when we get home. It's a long story to tell now, before we do, TAG YOUR IT!" I tap his arm and run down the sidewalk. "HEY!! NOT FAIR!!". I laugh and run faster because he started catching up. Wow, I am finally going to have a home, a real home. With my crush Maxie Max. I have been claimed, that means Max is not my relative, but my caretaker. In other words, I am his to take care of. And I have never been so happy.
