Affection, Adoration, and Infatuation {Ryden}

Cats idk

"You know what," I said after we had both finished our coffees in a comfortable silence and I had finished another drawing on his cast (a giraffe in a tux, by the way). He hummed and motioned for me to continue. "I want a cat."

"Oh really? Why do you want a cat? Does this play into why you still haven't told me what's wrong?"

"Because... cats. And kinda, yeah. It's just really quiet and lonely at my house and I don't like it."

"Is that why you were feeling bad earlier? Because you're lonely and want a cat?" He asked, confused.

"Kind of. Things with Dallon lately have just been rough. I've just been getting really annoyed with him and stuff in the past few months and I've really been rethinking our relationship and it's just a mess." I groaned. "He's been gone a lot too and I get left alone quite frequently but I know he's not cheating or anything because he literally calls me every five minutes when we're apart. He treats me like... a mother treats her child, and that's like... a problem with.. other things because I find it awkward. I don't think he's noticed, though, and it sucks. I've been with him since I was 19 and if I break up with him I don't know what would happen because I haven't been on my own in three years. I haven't had a chance to live on my own yet and it's just really... suffocating." I rant to him. "I'm sorry, that was a lot."

"It's okay to rant, Brendon. Maybe it's best you guys take a break so you can get a chance to find out who you really are. Live life as you want to live, don't play it safe."

"You're oddly really fucking wise," I laughed slightly. "Come on, we're going to Pet Smart." I picked up our trash and threw it away on our way out.

"Are you seriously going to buy a cat right now?" He asked with a fond smile.

"Maybe..." I smiled back while shrugging. He laughed and shook his head, turning on the radio as we drove to the nearest Pet Smart, some Kesha song playing on the radio.

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"Ryan!" I practically screamed at him as he was looking at some weird looking cat nip plant on a shelf. "Look at this one!! It's so cute, oh my goodness." He giggled at my excitement and ran his fingers up and down the glass window separating us from the cat. "I want it." I pressed my face into the glass.

"What would you name it?" Oh.. cats had names, didn't they?

"Hmm... Mocha."

"Mocha's aren't pure black, Brendon. This cat is blacker than a fucking emo kids attire." Fair point.

"Fine, what would you name him, then?"

"Cucumber." He smiled proudly.

"Are you serious? Cucumbers aren't black either, Ryan." I shook my head.

"Hey, you asked what I'd name it. And I told you, okay. I definitely think you should name him Cucumber. It looks fitting for him, too, doesn't it?"

"I think Cucumber would be a more fitting name for... this one!" I exclaimed as I spotted a cute, white kitten. "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan, Ryan!" I said so quickly it sounded like 'rinrinrinrin', whatever the fuck that is. "Look at it!! I want it!!"

"Which one are you going to get, then?" He looked between the two kittens.

"Uhm... both? Both!"

"You are going to end up an old cat lady, oh dear Lord. So, we've established that the white one is Cucumber, now we're back to the black one."

"What was that one song that was playing on the way over here? That one Kesha song?" I asked.

"Uhm, Cannibal? Wait, oh my god, Brendon, tell me you're not going to name the cat Cannibal." I only smiled as I grabbed his hand that wasn't casted and led him to the front desk to get a lady to give me my kittens and help get together a bunch of things for the cats.