The Roommates

Chapter three - Um, who is that?

Liam's point of view-

Did I literally just sing Baby It's Cold Outside with a complete stranger, through the floor, or in her case the ceiling, while we were both in the shower? She sings really well, though! I mean, she's no Idina Menzel, but damn!

I hopped around awkwardly, attempting to put my socks on, while my roommate, Sam, combed out his hair.

"Sam!" I called out from across the room.

"Yeah, Liam?"

"You need a goddamn haircut. Your hair is shoulder length. Shoulder length!"

He rolled his eyes at my futile attempt: it was one of many. "Up yours, Jones."

"I could say the same to you, Hunter."

We continued bickering all the way to our work, a pet shelter. We rushed around feeding the many, many, cats and dogs. I'm pretty sure this one cat licked his chops when he saw the food coming his way. Can they do that? Can cats lick their chops?

Absorbed in my thoughts, I failed to notice we actually had people here, until the service bell was rung, snapping me out of my trance.

"Sorry about that, how may I help you?"

*several hours later*

Sam and I helped people decide and adopt a few pets, we actually found a few good homes for some puppies. There was no one left here except some weird chick in the corner, who looked about my age, having a staring contest with a plant.

"Um, miss? Can I help you?", I asked tentatively.

She looked up, a grin crossing her face. She was quite pretty. Her grey eyes sparkled as she spoke.

"Totally! So, um, it's my roommate's birthday, and we both really like cats, and our building only allows cats, so I need a cat."

"Full grown, adolescent, or kitten?" I asked her.

She thought for a moment, scrunching her nose up cutely. Her chocolate brown curls had tealish-purple streaks that caught the light, blowing in the wind from the vent on the wall, and the crop top she was wearing  read 'No. Just no.' Her jean shorts had little sharpie scribbles, small drawings of cats and I think maybe those are skulls.

"Um... Cat dude? Earth to cat guy.", she said, waving her hand in front of my face.

I shook myself out of yet another trance. "Uh, right! Sorry."

She smiled warmly. "No problem. By the way, I said kittens."

"Of course. Right this way."

We walked around a few corners before reaching the cats. She instantly rushed to the little crate doors, cooing over the little fluffballs.

"So, uh, I have to collect some basic information before you can adopt one of these little guys. What's your name?" I inquired.

"Anastasia Cheshire. Like the Cheshire Cat, from Alice and Wonderland."

"Cool name! I got stuck with Liam Jones."

She sat back on her haunches, petting the calico she had chosen. "Stuck with it? That's a pretty cool name, considering there isn't really an opportunity for you to be called kitten your whole life." She complained.

We both laughed at that, and then she paused.

"Wait, did you say Liam Jones? Like, Kansas City High Liam Jones?"

I frowned. "Yeah. Hold on, prom queen Anastasia Cheshire? You went with Peter Kay, right? Weren't the three of us in AV club together?"

She snorted. "Us, maybe. Peter wouldn't be caught dead in there." She looked at her watch. "When's your lunch break? Wanna catch up?"

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket. "Five minutes. Just enough time to finish the adoption process!"

Anastasia grinned. "Perfect."

                           ...LATER...

"This was really fun! We should do it again sometime." Anastasia chirped as we were leaving In 'n Out.

I grinned. "Definitely."

We had about 5 more lunches after that.

A/N

Hey, you majestic fish! Still need a beta! I thought of Liam as Dylan O'Bryan, but if anyone else has a better actor, put it in the comments.

*edit* this guy was originally Logan Lerman but then I started watching teen wolf and DAMN