Hard to Get (Kellic)

Chapter 23| Pickles, Tacos and Credit Card Scanning

Kellin's POV

He quickly got out, coming over. "A baby?! What's a baby doing all alone at this time in the middle of the road?!"

"Look at him," I whined, carefully picking up the baby cat that was mewing quietly in pain. "You stupid stoner! You hit a cat talking about how you wanted to get me pregnant!"

"Hey, I didn't know it was there? Shouldn't have been on the road in the first place," he shrugged.

"Look at him! You broke two of his legs!" I yelled angrily, wanting to cry. It's soft little cat whines were upsetting me.

"It's okay. Baby, I'm sorry," Vic said as I held the little scruffball close, kissing it's head.

"Fuck you," I said angrily, looking down at the little treasure.

"I didn't mean to," Vic sighed, kneeling besides me.

"Well we need to take them to the vets or something. We can't leave them," I began to cry, not wanting the little cat to be left alone in pain.

"Ok, then we'll go to the vet," he said.

"You idiot! They're not open! We have to go tomorrow morning!" I yelled, looking down at the pained little baby.

"Alright, alright. Maybe we should stop by petsmart and get it some things so it can stay the night comfortably?"

"Ok," I sniffled, petting the cat carefully. "We need to put them in a box I think I'm hurting them," I said, starting to cry when I realized that I could be causing him pain. Vic nodded quickly, getting up. He ran to the back of his car and came back with a box designed to hold beer bottles and began to pull apart the insides so it was hollow.

Once he was done, he moved it over, so I could carefully place the small animal in it. It continued meowing as I did so, looking up to me. "I know, I know. We're going to take you home and look after you, sweetheart." I told them, reaching down and lightly scratching them behind the ears, before getting up, picking up the box in the process.

"I'm sorry I hurt the cat Kellin..." Vic said guiltily as I tried to open the passenger door while holding the cat simultaneously. He quickly came over and opened it for me. I sighed, feeling bad for yelling at him.

"I know."

He watched me get in the car and when he noticed I was in, he shut the door and went around so he could get in on his side too. He buckled his seatbelt and started the car back up again, starting to drive quicker this time. I kept looking down at the cat, wishing I could help him right now and feeling guilty that I couldn't.

"How far to the petsmart?" I found myself asking.

"Uh it's like...I don't know. I know where it is though," he said, focusing on the road. I sighed once again, pulling out my phone and searching for the nearest one.

"It's only a few minutes away. Do you know how to get there?" I asked, looking at Vic. He nodded and about 10 minutes later we were parking our car at the nearest petsmart. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, opening the door.

Vic followed in pursuit, more clumsily, but in all fairness he was high. "Do we bring or leave the cat?" He asked, pointing at the box.

"I don't want to leave them." I told him quickly.

"Stop saying them it's fucking with my brain," Vic groaned, coming over to the box and lifting up its tail. "Is that a cat penis or cat vagina?"

I hit Vic's hand away. "Careful." I scolded him.