Back to New York! (2nd)

Meeting and Behaving

“Uhg… Who knew that New York vets were so busy? So many emergency surgeries, it’s like Portland for dogs and cats.” Kylee chuckled to herself, walking down the hallway towards her apartment. It had been a busy day and Kylee was ready for a hot shower, a nutty bar, and bed. Kylee came to her door, 409, and stuck the key in its little hole. Opening the door, she hung her jacket on the rack, and fell into the comfort of the throne. It was a lot harder then she remembered it being this morning, the cat meowed from the couch and she tried to get more comfortable, jumping and bum scooting, and elbow massaging, The chair was just hard. “Nooo, it broke on me? This chair has been around ferever, come on baby, don’t break on me now!”

Then the chair mumbled, Kylee could have sworn. Then it did it again and hand piped on her waist. Kylee screamed bloody murder jumped off and hit the light switch. There was Mikey, smiling and breathing hard and all sprawled out on the throne. Kylee thanked her lucky stars that it wasn’t a rapist or serial murderer. She bent over clutching her knees and took a deep breath; the poor cat had fled to his room when his owner screamed. “Mikey! What are you doing here!? Why aren’t you at home? Do you know what time it is?”

“I was hungry, too lazy to cook, came here and no *yawn* what time is it?”

“It’s one in the morning. Why didn’t you go to Becca?”

“I did…she kicked me out.”

Kylee sighed. Mikey had his best pleading face on and Kylee always melted under that face. She went to the kitchen and made some hot chocolate and cookies. Mikey gobbled down two trays and three mugs, Kylee could barely down a mug without falling asleep. There was a knock at the door and Kylee woke up immediately. Mikey was gone, after one of his ninja vanishes and Kylee answered it. Her breathing relaxed when she saw it was Mr. Odysseus Damon from down the hall in room 412. He was a geekish man, around his mid thirties, had big round glasses, freckles, wore a different sweater vest every day as if he had an everlasting supplies, khakis and college professor type shoes. The man had absolutely no muscle on him whatsoever, and was just a thin vainy noodle.

“Mr. Damon, hi. Is there something I can help you with this evening?” Kylee asked sweetly, she didn’t necessarily dislike the guy but she found him a bit on the annoying side. He was sweet enough but sometimes he could get really nosey. “G-G-Good e-e-evening, Miss Cook. P-p-p-please e-excuse m-m-me, b-b-b-but I-I h-h-heard y-y-you s-s-scream. I was w-w-w-wondering i-i-if y-y-y-y-you were alright.” You can easily see why he bugged her. His every sentence took fifteen minutes to complete. “Oh how sweet of you Mr. Damon. Thank you for checking up on me that’s very considerate of you. Na, my cat just scared me that’s all. He’s sucha useless ball of fur. Thank you again for checking up on me, that’s was very sweet.” Mr. Damon blushed, and waved goodbye. By the time Kylee had closed the door and looked around Mikey was scarfing down the last cookie.

“Mikey, you know yer always welcome at my place right?”

He nodded happily, making himself comfy.  “Well okay, you can stay. But this girls gotta sleep cuz she’s got work tomorrow and is completely exhausted. Feel free to watch TV and play video games. I just have three rules. Keep the volume down, keep your volume down, and don’t eat me out of house and home. G-night” She said waving sleepily and Mikey waved back, chip bag already in hand. Kylee went to her room, changed into her nightshirt crawled in bed and passed out. The darkness was a welcome friend.

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Kylee woke up the next morning and rubbed her eyes. Sitting up in bed her mind searched the endless catacombs of memory. She wasn’t fourteen and living with her parents anymore, Baby wasn’t warming up her feet. Kylee was twenty-five now, living alone in New York, and the cat indignantly meowed every time she moved. Kylee got some pants, just in case Mikey was still around, and walked out of the bedroom. She smiled and chuckled to herself. Mikey was sprawled all around the couch, snoring, and curled under a blanket. Kylee turned on the TV and went to the kitchen for her morning hot chocolate. She didn’t use the powdered stuff anymore. A few years ago she’d found this amazing recipe for Hot Chocolate and got stuck on it. Now she bought all these spices and fresh ground cocoa beans that sat on the counter waiting to be put into warm milk. She listened to the news for a while and then turned the channel, finding Becca’s TV show-about all the adventures they’d had with the guys in their training years (of course it was changed a bit to hide the guys).