I See You

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"Katie! Kel!" My mother shouts. "It's time for lunch! Come inside, okay?!"

"Alright!" I shout back effectively giving away my hiding spot.

"Ha! I found you!" Kellan gloats.

I laugh, emerging from the bushes. "Only 'cause Mom called for us!"

He shakes his head, "Nope! Fair and square! I won!"

"You won?" I teasingly demand, "Because from my side it looks like you lost!"

"What?" He asks confused, "But - But I found you!"

I creep closer, "Yes, well, technically you won the game due to outside interference... but I win because... I've caught you! Mawahahaha!"

I continue to exaggeratedly laugh evilly as I all but toss my six year old brother over my shoulder and start running in circles. He shouts with outraged glee, his words muffled and incomprehensible.

"Kids!" She shouts again from the back door.

"We're on our way, I promise!" I shout back carrying the wiggling squirt with me.

On the back steps as I go to set him on his feet, I finally can make out his words. "Unhand me you fiend! I demand it!"

I laugh again, ruffling his hair. He slaps my hands away, trying to flatten it, muttering about mean older sisters who mess up their little brothers' hairstyles.

"Alright you two," my Dad's eyes give away warmth while his tone is stern, "Inside, now. You both need to wash up, your mother almost has the table all set."

"Yes sir," we say together racing down the hallway.

"No running in the house!" He shouts after us.

"Yes sir!"

Lunch was yummy, as always when it comes to food with my parents. Mom's a chef and Dad's her sous chef. They own a few restaurants and make their own hours, so they never work Saturdays.

After helping clean up, I offer to take our savannah cat, Azalea out for a walk, probably to the cat and dog park a few streets away.. A lot of people think that all cats are the same: lazy, boring and unaffectionate, but they are wrong. Not all cats are.

Azalea is a savannah breed. The breed is known for their playfulness and energy. Savannah cats are a crossbreed of domestic and Serval, a type of wild African cat. They look exotic, range from tabby colored to brown to off white, but all have markings that are similar to that or a cheatah. Azalea's breeding "generation", though, made her cheetah- like markings stretch, more like a tiger's. Azalea is one of the rarer off white colored savannahs. She's beautiful.

It took about five minutes to reach the neighborhood pet park, and by the Azalea was already to be let off her leash in the cat in closure. While the dogs have a fenced in large field, the cats have a playground like area, in closed, as they could climb out were it open.

I love watching animals play, both dogs and cats.

As I let Azalea off her leash, I notice some of the popular girls over at the other entrance, picking up their cats, which oddly enough are savannahs as well.

The "leader" Mystic Quincy, has a bright reddish orange one. Her best friend, Starr Neunfar's is a nice auburn, while Selene Alpine's cat is a light brown. The last of cats I'd the smallest. Venus Urania's cat has light strawberry colored fur. Savannah cats are so cute! (I do admittedly find it weird that we all have savannah cats, as they are rare anywhere, but it's just a coincidence, I guess.)

I blush as I catch one of them looking at me, watching them catch and leash thier cats. She grins back, and mouths to me.

"You good?" She silently asks, amusement evident.

I nod, knowing I lack in mouthing things. If I tried to say "How are you?" it'd probably be translated to "Hrdfg gfsx tgcd!" I'm not joking.

"We on for tonight?" She looks slightly unsure, as if I'm going to cancel on her after I asked her! I might be a nerd with no athletic ability and she a star soccer player, but I'm not going to back down. I nod as her friends get her attention back.

She gives me a smile before disappearing with them.

Nervously I start to think about my impending date, butterflies storming my stomach. My first date!

I'm so caught up I don't realize it's four until Azalea bounds to me, snapping me out of my worries. We've been here almost two hours, and my date is picking me up at 4:30, so we can enjoy the fair to its full extent (I skipped a few grades, so I'm two years younger at fifteen and a junior, while she's a senior. I can't legally drive yet, so we decided she'd pick me up- really she offered when I realized I asked her out with everything planned out except transportation! Jeez, me!).

Thank god Azalea is so intuitive! Sometimes I swear it's like we're psychically connected...

As I rush home, I think about how it's a good thing I decided what I was going to do wear the day I asked her out. (Over- eager? No, not at all! Well, maybe, it's only my first ever date!)

I freeze as I hear the doorbell ring. All my fretting comes down to this moment. Please don't embarrass me too much, I internally plead as I hear my father greet the girl at the door.

First date jitters are tough.

I smooth out my white over shirt after tugging my blue tank top a little lower. My jeans, black, match my high heeled ankle boots. I hope the blue I picked makes my eyes "pop". (She told me I have lovely eyes!)

With a deep breath, I grab my wallet and tuck it into my pocket. (I asked, I'm going to pay- even if she tries to!) I want this date to go well.

As I walk down the hall, my palms get a little sweaty.

From where I am, I can see her perfectly. She's wearing a cute black dress that compliments her light red hair perfectly. She wears flats, which I'm thankful for, as I wore the heels to make me slightly taller than her (we're the same height).

Nervously, I blush as I say "Hi" announcing my presence.

I bashfully grin as she scans me, lightly blushing herself. Her nerves are also showing as she says, "Wow, you look adorable, Kaitlyn!"

My grin gets a little bigger, and from the corner if my eye I see my Dad give me a thumbs up, before leaving the room practically unnoticed. "You look great as well," I tell her as she finally lets her brown eyes meet mine.

With exaggerated movements, I ask, "Shall we, my lady?"

Giggling at my antics, she answers, "We shall. Let's go!"

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" I say, spotting them peeking at the kitchen doorway.

"See you later, Mr. and Mrs. Gabrielle, I'll have her back by ten," she adds, taking my hand.

As we exit, my Mom giggles and my father waves, "Alright, have a good time. It was nice to finally meet you-"

(I internally wince, my face heating again at the implication that I speak about her a lot.)

"-Venus!"