When we Weren't Famous-(Bajincanadian And JeromeASF fan Fic)

Chapter Three (Completed)

Ch 3- Jerome's P.O.V

I doped my claw in the ink well and crossed out unknown. I put the word B A C C A in shaky letters. I can write with a quill just fine but I'm not quite ready for Mitch to know that.

I looked back up at Mitch but he just stared at the letters on the page. I let the ink drip off my claw and back into the ink well.

It was silent for a good ten minutes until I got Tired of staring back at him. I jumped off the bed and walked up right to the window and put my paws to the glass. I saw Mitch jump out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to find him staring at me with a curious but confused look. I just waved at him.

He then started to laugh again then started to write more on the next page in his book. I walked over and looked over his shoulder. I sensed he tended up a little but kept writing.

-Mitch's P.O.V

I just kept looking at those letters. B A C C A. My dad use to tell me stories about there creatures. He said that bacca's were very dangerous, even when they are young. But this one doesn't seem like a threat at all. It seems friendly; almost human like... well except for its eyes. They'd were a deep crystal blue. I've never seen another human with that deep of shade. Sense it was finally dark, Its eyes seemed to glow. I just stared at them as he walked over to the door.'weight...? The door?'

He opened the door and peeked his head out. He must have seen something interesting because his tail was swaying fast. As I stood up from my bed, he ran out of my room in all fours. I thought out loud,'Were are you going?'

I finaly reached the living room to find the bacca reaching up for the dimond ax hanging on the wall. Me dad must have put it back up. The bacca must have herd me; it quickly pushed away from the wall and sat down on the floor like a wolf and curled its long tail around its feet. I thought, 'why do you want that?'

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed another apple -Damn, we had a lot of apples!- then walk over to the bacca. As I held it out, its eyes got big again. He gladly took it and almost shoved the entire piece of trout in his mouth. I smiled and scratched him behind the ears then went around blowing out the torches that lit up the living room. The bacca quickly ran back to my room once I blew out the light in the kitchen making it completely dark except for the stairs-which were illuminated by the light of my room.

-Jerome's P.O.V

I got board with him writing because for one, I couldn't read half of it; and it just looked like notes which diddnt interest me at all. I walked over to the door and peeked my head out. Then I saw it. That shiny blue blade hanging on the wall.

The ax...no My Ax.

I ran out and down the hallway. I could here Mitch running after me as I ran face first into the wall. I shook it off and reached up for Betty.

'Betty? Am I that attached to this thing?'

I looked over my shoulder and saw Mitch standing in the doorway to the living room. I quickly sat down on the floor and folded back my ears. 'Hopefully he doesn't think I'm gonna kill him. I'm not that violent'

I watched him as he walked into the kitchen and grab another apple. 'Wow he has a lot of apples!'

I looked up at him as he healed out the apple. I gladly took it as well as gladly shoving over half of it in my mouth. I felt scratching behind my ear. 'Jerome, don't even think about it. Your a wild animal! Don't be this kids pet!'

I was pulled back to reality as a torch went out in the kitchen.

I scanned the dark room then saw a faint light coming from Mitch's room. I could make out a short figure just a few feet from the door. Knowing it was Mitch, I ran past him, and into his room and buried my face in the soft blanket at the foot of the bed.

'I don't like the dark. That's when the monsters come out.'

-Mitch's P.O.V

I jumped back as the Bacca ran past me and into my room.

'Why are you in a hurry?'

I scanned the dark living room one last time then walked into my room and closed the door behind me. The Bacca was covering his face in my blanket.......'I just washed that!'.

I walked over and tried to take my blanket back but he just dug his claws into the fabric even more. I gave up. I didn't want to get it ripped up so i just collapsed onto my pillow. Glancing over at the clock- 11:45 PM. The Bacca was still head first into my favorit blanket. I decided to make an entry in my book:

11:45-The Bacca seems scared.

Question: Why?

I closed my book then blew out the torch next to my bed. The Fluffy, i think, freeked out and got tangled in the blanket. I just shook my head and was about to drift off to sleep when a thought went through my mind:

'....did i call him the Fluffy?.......'