Accidental Fluffy Love {Ryden Fanfic}

Chapter 1.

(Brendon's p.o.v)
        My annoying alarm clock buzzed through my ears once again for the 3rd time this week at exactly 7 a.m in the morning. Great, school. I groan into my pillow
and hit my blankets numerous times. This is basically my wake up routine. Wake up, get mad, scream into my sheets, sit up, and hear my parents walk out the
door again.
  My parents aren't the worst parents in the world. I mean they love me sure, but I'm alone 23/6 most of the time. I can't complain, they do it for us to be able to live
here and for us to eat. But sometimes, I just miss them. Having them home, having someone to talk to, having someone there for me, and just not being alone all
the time. I literally see them 1 hour a day, then they make me go to sleep. On holidays they are actually home, but don't get up till 4 p.m. So I guess I've live alone,
and they trust me enough to not have party's, but who would I even invite anyway.
    I get up out of bed and mutter a goodbye to my parents even though they can't hear me. I stretch my arms up and get up slowly. I smell something amazing,
PANCAKES! I jump out of bed and down stairs. I trip on the steps and land on my tailbone. Ignore that and get to the pancakes. I rushed into the kitchen and slid on my socks.
I feel like Michael Jackson right now, but I'm not- never mind.
 I glanced at the note on a plate of pancakes, "Good Morning Hun, my co-workers had some leftover food, I thought you would like it, I love you. -Mom."
I jumped up like a sissy girl and smiled. So thoughtful of her to do that, she is a beautiful woman. I grab my delightful pancakes and eat them quick. After I'm finished
 I put it in the sink. I will do dishes when I get home, thanks Mother.
    I skip upstairs and start to sing the Hamster song all the way to my shower. When I get into the shower, I do my usual's. Like sing my play-list, and wash all those things
 I need to wash. You know, like my hair. Then, when I got out I put on my Navy blue jeans, a random t-shit that says 'Merp', red Converse, and finally my Red rimmed
 Frame Glasses. I know, fancy huh? Next I grab my apron for my job after school and jam it into my school bag. Yes I have one of those side bags that flips open, your
probably thinking I'm so gay, but only if you knew.
    Then I grab my homemade lunch from my Mom in a lunchbox. Yes, I'm like the coolist kid alive even though I'm practically a Senior. I put it all in my backpack
 and put it on. Finally, I can leave the house. I don't do my hair that often because it does this cool emo hair thing when it drys on the way to school.
 The wind pushes onto my hair and it drys. Nature is my hair stylist.
     On the way to school, I listen to my IPod shuffle. I'm listening to Marilyn Manson right now, I love that guy, but I love Frank Sinatra more.
I finally make it to school, 3 minutes before the bell. I'm actually early.
    I make my way to my first class, English. I wait by the classroom door by myself. Yea, I don't really have any friends. Only one, and his name is Spencer,
but he is never at school. I swear he's only been here 6 times the entire year. So I'm by myself here as well, but I don't mind at school. School people mean nothing
 to me. Their just going to leave anyway. Plus, I'm too weird for people. I have sudden outbursts, breakdowns, crazy times, I can be a maniac, and  have weird urges.
   I have ADHD, but that doesn't change me as a person or how I feel about things. I'm just weird. I stand up for what I believe in and I don't back down. Maybe I scare
people with my sassiness, maybe that's why no one ever comes up to me. During projects, I usually do all the work and they go to their friends. I don't mind.
   
       After 4 periods of learning, It's lunch time. Finally, I'm starving. I go to my usual spot, it's out near the forest, but not enough to run away from school.
There's a fence of course, but I just sit on the floor under a willow tree, surrounded by bushes and flowers. I must say it's really pretty and inspirational as well. I come
 here to escape from all the people at school because they are so annoying.
   Did I mention where I live? Well I live in a town somewhere near the forest, it's like the place in Twilight for crying out loud. I don't mind at all, but sometimes I miss
 the sun. I love the nature surrounding me though. I live in a tiny cabin on the side of a not-so-steep mountain, and it's only a 20 minute walk from school to home.
My work is closer to the woods than my school, so I have to go South then North again. It's pain when you don't know how to drive, but I'll learn eventually.
   I walk out to my spot and lie down. I open my lunch and smile at my favorite sand which, penutbutter jelly time. I eat it silently then suddenly I hear a rustle in the
bushes. I quickly sit up and look around, what the? I get scared easily, it's not fun, especially when people know. They try to scare me all. the. time.
   I get up and grab my stuff, running out from my little place. I kept running until I got back at the school. People looked at me like I was cray or something. Maybe
I am and it was all my imagination, or there was a freaking monster that was going to stalk me. I sit at a table near the corner so no one can sit near me. I sit by myself
 and watch my fellow peers be as stupid as they can possibly be. One kid was shoving carrots up his nose, okay I can't blame him. I used to do that as well.
   
     Finally school is over and I can go to my job. Nothing is wrong about my job really, just the amount I get paid. I walk over to my job and put my apron on, putting
 my backpack in the back of the store. I sell smoothies, and I sing to customers. I'm not really that good, but I make things work somehow. I get to my station and start
 to work by putting stuff in boxes. Then I went out to sing and take orders. Occasionally I will jump on the tables and start to sing, but my boss doesn't like when I do that.
 I can't help it, it's who I am. Sometimes I can't but help use a British accent to take orders, it's funny. I mess around a lot, but honestly it helps with tips. My boss is just
 jelly!
             After that long 4 hours I made at least 35 dollars. On my way home, I decide to take a different path home, just for a change. I would walk threw the woods for
 once. I don't know why, I just don't want to be around city life right now. I like the wetness of the ground, the dark green trees, singing birds, and noises? I turn around
 to see what it was. I was hearing the rustling of the bushes again, or whatever plant was moving. I stop in my tracks and whisper, "Hello?"
    Another sound of movement. I looked around the area like the curious motherfucker I am. In the grass, nearby flowers, trees, and bushes. I've checked every bush
I swear. Who is messing with me? Come out now, "Okay stop messing with me. It's not funny at all." I almost yell. I shutter when I see a black creature emerge from
a rose berry bush. A kitten?
    I was scared at first, but now I realized how adorable it was. I 'awwhhed' and went over to it. The kitty moved away and I looked at it, confused. Wait, I have to let
 it know I'm friendly. I take of my backpack and sit on the floor. I sat there and just stared at the kitty, maybe if I stare long enough it'll trust me. The kitty gets closer.
I put my hand out for it to sniff. It slowly walks up to my body and sniffs my finger. I giggle at the kitty's whiskers tickling my skin. I motioned it into my lap. It looked
 frightened all of a sudden and backed away, it began to run.
    I stood up fast enough and tried to catch up the little thing, it was practically the size of my huge hand, but a little bigger.
"Wait! Don't go! Please!" I said, trying to catch up. Did I just talk to a cat? My loneliness has really made me insane.
"Please don't go, I'm lonely." I choked out. Why did I say that out loud, but when I said it, it felt like a release. I felt like I said something i've wanted to say since I was
younger, but to a fucking cat. The cat ran far enough away from me so that I couldn't see. I sighed sadly and walked back to my back back.
   I put on my backpack and continued down the hill to my house. I looked down at my steps on the way there, so I don't trip. I saw the cat again, it was there in front of
me, looking into my soul it seemed like. I looked at it emotionless.
"I'm not going to force you to come home with me." I said in monotone and walked straight passed it. I really wanted to yell "KITTY!" and pick it up, but I gotta be calm.
I kept walking, I looked behind me and saw the kitty was following me. When I turned back in front of me, I smiled. I stopped and so did the cat.
"So are you going to be nice now?" I chuckled while crouching down. The kitty came up to me and head-butted my hand. I grinned and tried to pick it up, it squealed a little.
Oops, "Sorry," I said. I pet its back and checked. It's a boy. I put him on my shoulder and let out a sigh. Maybe I can get this kitty to live with me, my parents wouldn't know.
"Hey you want to go home with me?" I asked him, what the hell am I doing? I'm asking a fucking cat, I reminded myself once more. I don't know why, but I feel so good
 around him, like I feel like he would be a friend. My first friend. I felt him play with my hair. I let out a giggle, "I'll take that as a yes Kitty," I smiled.
"What should I name you?" I asked out loud.
"Bob? no. Arrow? no. Kitty? no. Mike? no. Nemo? no. Fluffy? Yes." I said, "I will call you Fluffy, but for your collar, I will name you Ryan."