Hello, goodbye

It won't be long

     "Is that a cat?" Paul asked, and I shrugged.
"Maybeee," I said, dragging out the word playfully.
"Rose, why do you have a cat?" He asked, and I stifled a giggle.
"Wilfred said I needed one," I answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
      "Rose, who is Wilfred?" Paul asked, and I smiled remembering him.
       "A homeless man on the subway," I said casually, and Paul laughed and rolled his eyes.
      "Is this how you always are?" He asked, and I looked at him, oblivious to what he was referring to, "all spontaneous and such?" He asked, and I smiled.
      "For the most part," I responded, and he smiled, "what?" I asked, and he just shook his head.
      "I love spontaneous," he said, and I smiled at him.
      "Then you should love me," I said, and almost regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but then he just smirked at me.
     "Maybe I will. I'm not helping you bathe that cat by the way," he added, and I poured at him.
     "Ugh, fine," I said, and I walked towards the back to start the bath for the cat, which I named Maxwell.
     As soon as I put maxwell into the water, he shot back out and zipped out of the bathroom.
      "Rose! Damn it! Catch the cat!" I heard Paul call from the living room, and I came bounding down the hall, but as soon as I did, the cat zoomed past me and under Paul's bed.
      "Whoops?" I offered as Paul glared at me. He rolled his eyes and walked into the living room as I walked into his room. I was expecting him to leave it to me to get the cat, but he actually came back with his guitar. I shot him a questioning look, but he just put his finger to his lips as a sign to stay quiet. He began to strum the guitar, and we sat under the bed, while the cat hid under it.
      "In spite of all the danger,
In spite of all that may be,
I'll do anything for you,
anything you want me to,
if you be true to me..." he sang, and we stared into each other's eyes as he sang.
       We slowly inched closer together, until our faces were only a few inches apart. I could smell his cool, peppermint breath, and I felt the urge to get closer, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maxwell. I sprang off of the bed and he got spooked and ran down the hall.
      "Come on!" I shouted, and me and Paul chased the cat. We chased it around the couch, and Paul finally caught it. I was expecting him to hand it to me, but he instead carried it into the bathroom and set it gently in the tub. I walked in, and shut the door behind me quietly. The cat seemed very tense, so Paul slowly washed water onto his back and began to sing to him again.
      The cat seemed to really like Paul, and even let Paul blow dry him. I took some pictures because it was incredible that Paul let this stray cat use his shampoo and then blow dried it! When he saw me taking pictures, he flipped me off. I got a picture of that too.
      Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Paul asked me to get it because he needed to change his wet clothes from bathing the cat. I ran to the door and swung it open. George stood on the doorstep, and without saying anything, he bent down and kissed me hungrily.
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It's a shorter chapter, but I have to cut it of here because next chapter will be from Paul's POV 😉