GhostxToast one shots two

Cat

(This one is inspired by my cat, Charlie. She's a butthole but I love her. She reminds me of what Gavin would be like if he was a cat. This is also for BellaJaneStar who is also a brilliant writer.)

Gavin was smoking. Something he usually did on his weekends.

He leaned into the cold February day. As he breathed the smoke out, he watched it disappear into the air. The wind swept his greasy black hair out of his face.

It was a lovely morning.

Until a certain someone showed up.

"Hey!"

He stared at the cowboy ghost.

"No." Gavin simply said, before shutting the window and walking off.

"Hey don't be like that." Maxwell said, walking through the wall. "You like me."

"No I like my boyfriend." Gavin stated, putting the cigarette out in an Ash tray. "What do you want?"

"I learnt a new trick."

"Is it how to disappear because you're already pissing me off?"

Maxwell laughed. "No."

"Can you be quieter? Jimmy is still sleeping and I don't want to wake him."

Maxwell grabbed Gavins shoulders and pulled him down a bit. "Oh he will wake up.. But not because of me.."

"What?"

Maxwells hands began to glow yellow and a smirk made its way onto his face.

"Maxwell, what the fu-!"

Before Gavin could finish the sentence, his feet were off the ground and shrinking. He looked at his hands, horrified to see that they were shrinking and growing.. Black fur?

Maxwell stepped back and laughed  "You're not so powerful now are you?"

The now black cat was glaring at him. He struggled to walk in all fours but then he looked around, letting out a loud meow in horror.

Maxwell was on the floor laughing at this point. "What's wrong, little kitten?"

Gavin hissed at him and looked around. He noticed he was in a pile of his own clothes. If he could blush in embarrassment he would. He slowly ran off into Jimmy's room.

'Okay. Got to get on the bed.' he thought.

He looked up at the bed. It seemed so tall and high.

He wagged his backside a bit to help him aim correctly onto the bed. After he was done, he sprung into the air. He then fell back down onto the floor.

'What did I do wrong?' he asked himself.

"Jimmy!" He meowed. "Jimmy!"

The killer rolled over and threw a pillow in the direction that the annoying meowing was coming from. He cut it off with an effective hiss and curled back up, sleeping.

Gavin meowed loudly as he crawled out from under the pillow.

'Asshole.' He thought, rolling his eyes.

He could hear Maxwell laughing in the living room.

Gavin decided to make more noise. He jumped up onto the desk and pushed the cup of water onto Jimmy.

Jimmy sat up angrily. He then glared at the cat.

"What?"

Gavin meowed.