Impractical Girls /I.J/

Chapter Thirteen

Q's Point Of View:

I woke up around 7 in the morning, I had a bad dream about my cats drowing in the ocean.

I got out of bed, putting a pair of sweats and a t shirt on, then grabbed the room key. Sal was still sound asleep holding his phone tightly in his hands.

I gave a slight nod as I yawned and headed to boarding, where my cats were. Down the stairs I went, into the fairly large room occupied with kennels of dogs and cats. There wasn't many but somewhere around 30 kennels maybe?

I found mine and tapped on the three black metal doors, waking all three of my cats up.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" I ask, pulling Benjamin out and giving him a nice ruffle on the furr. He purrs and gave my fingers a lick.

"You know, you can bring your cats to the playroom filled with toys."

I froze in place, my eyes going wide. I blink, slowly tilting my head up to the one and only Sierra Hinton.

"P-Pinch me." I murmur, finally standing up.

It took me a while to process what is happening, and I got pulled out of my thoughts when she started snapping.

"Hello? Are you okay? Do you need to lay down or something?"

"S-Si," Was all that came out of my mouth. I felt tears pricking at my eyes, realizing the girl I fell in love with is standing right in front of me. I slapped my face.

"No need to slap yourself, hun. Yes, my name is Si." She laughs ever so perfectly. She was even more beautiful in person, like an angel that was sent down from heaven.

She smiles, showing her straight white teeth. "Wanna come along with me to the playroom with my cats? You can bring yours."

I quickly gathered my kennels after putting Ben back in, and followed after her. Blinking constantly to make sure this was real and not a day dream.

"What's your name?" Si asks as we enter the playroom for cats. She set her kennel down.

"Brian Quinn. I go by Q."

"Kind of like Barbie goes by B?"

"Exactly! Yeah I came up with it after I watched the first episode."

Shut up! You're so awkward, Q!

"Cute." She laughs, running her fingers through her ginger hair, then let her cats loose.

I stammer a 'thank you' before doing the same with my own cats.

All five of the felines slowly approached each other, sniffing and pawing lightly, then went off to play.

"They all are friends now!" Si exclaims clapping her hands then looking up at me.

"Yes, they are. I can't believe this is happening." I felt myself getting sweaty, hoping I wouldn't do anything awkward or embarrassing around Si. She will think I'm probably crazy.

"Why can't you believe this is happening? Are your cats infested with fleas? Or?"

"No," I laugh. "they're flea free."