He decided to paint something snowy while having some Lo-Fi music on the background. His life was simple. He didn't have to worry about the rent as oddly someone else is paying it. He felt bad about that even if he always has the lights off but uses water constantly which piles up the water bill. He wanted to know who payed them so he could at least give him money for paying his rent for about a year. His worries aside he liked his life. He didn't need to think about other people nor did he even have one slightest thought that he wae lonely. He liked it by himself. His cat Felix was actually an emotional Support Animal so he didn't need to pay for her. They gave him her because he had a huge Anxiety attack last year one Christmas day. That was the day he decided to be Anti-Social. He doesn't mind one or two people in the same room as him don't get him wrong but he can't help but think about what they are thinking of. He always is curious of what others even if it isn't about him
He decided to leave, hating the noise and knowing he isn't technically wanted. He went to a part that had no noise at all. Only his footsteps and his breath. He liked it to say the least. So quiet, so little sound to be heard. He smiled at how quiet it was
He was writing. He always kept a serious pace more than an emotional one. He never wanted to feel as if he was weak therefore he acts as if he knows everything but in fact he really doesn't. He admires praise, he admires things that normal people would like but he is always on the backseat. Filling the dirt only for the flowers to step apon it and getting the attention. He even wondered why he stayed in this school if he didn't feel wanted. He never had any reason why he came. Never was forced to do anything. He closed his laptop and he put his head down sighing. He never felt along with the crowd, he was a loner. He was a suggestive person to the opening eye. He could either be heart warming and charming or boastful and selfish because he is. He is boastful and selfish. He doesn't like to think of others. Who would he think of anyways. He never had a choice. He just wrote his way up here. Flew up like a story. But after weeks it'll die down. Usually how it would go. But mainly all the other counsels get all the attention and you can't say he isn't right about it. Many people look up to the socials than the people who would rather have some personal space. This just feels like a movie. One that he dislikes
He was watching t.v and he had a blanket around him, imagining that Scar was next to him, asleep and Keons carried him to his bed and he kept on looking at his face features, knowing that they would be more perfect than anyone's and he would make something for him as a gift and it would be a promise ring
🎄Grinch's POV🎄
Cindy just had to take me to her Christmas party,didn't she? Apparently she got 'everyone'. God it was so dumb. "Hey! Grinch are you listening!?" Cindy snapped her fingers to get me out of my mind palace. "Yeah yeah i'm listening." Cindy crossed her arms. "Then what was I saying?" I shrugged. "I don't know. Wasn't listening." I said casually. She was oddly the only one I was calm with. I mainly hated everyone else but she was a good kid with a little heart of gold. I sometimes wish I was like her.... "Well I was talking about how you don't have to freak out, its gonna be fine." I nodded. Why would she be telling me that? It wasn't like she actually got everyone. Right? A few minutes later, we got to her house. Unfortunately, she was right. There were many people inside the house. Some people I haven't seen. I felt like I was going to barf. I can't stand millions of people even if I tried. I kept it in and we went in the house where some people tried to hug me. I thank Max for barking them off. He's like my little support dog. I saw that sorta caught my eye. He was a.. Cat? With a red and white stripped hat. Well whatever he was, he was there. I'm.. Just going to let him be. I don't want to bother his conversation. "-Mr. Grinch, Mr. Grinch!" I heard Cindy say so I looked down and saw her. "Are you alright? You keep looking that way." She pointed to the direction the cat was at. He wasn't there anymore. He was talking to other people. Does he really like these dumb social gatherings? Tch. How apathetic of him. "I'm just thinking of things..." I said rubbing my arm hoping she doesn't know i'm telling a lie. Cindy stared and smiled. "Oh that's alright, Mr. Grinch." Cindy hugged me which everyone in the room awed. I hated that. I can feel their stares. I pulled away and went to the restroom with a loud shut. I didn't want anyone looking. It felt as if it was too much for me..
🐱Cat's Pov🐱
The so called Grinch is a weird fellow. I mean there isn't anything wrong with weird but he took his weirdness to a whole level. He stole Christmas and gave it back. And everyone likes him again! What the heck! After a while, I saw the Grinch trying to leave. "Where are you going?" I asked, while walking to him. He looked sweaty. He obviously wanted to leave. Everyone looked at him. Grinch noticed that everyone was staring at him and he backed away, almost as if he was going to have a panic attack. "Stop being such a drama queen, you wanted to leave, didn't you?" He nodded vigorously and he put his head low. "I just want to be alone. Its funny how no one understands that.." Frick. Now I feel bad for giving him all the spotlight when he can't even handle it. I gave him a hand and he stood up. Unawarely close to me. He moved away with a small green blush on his face. "Are you.. Blushing?" He looked at me and shook his head, blushing more. "I'm not blushing. Don't know where you got that." He was looking down. I smiled and hugged him. He pulled away and got his dog out. "Please don't hug me. I don't like hugs." I was confused. Who doesn't like hugs? "People who would rather be alone, that's who,..you." Dang it. I forgot to tell him my name. "It's Cat." "Oh the irony." He said sarcastic and snarky. He looked as if he didn't want to leave. I just took his hand and pulled it close to me so he wouldn't leave. ((Boi that gæ)) Apparently too close for comfort and he whimpered when I pulled his hand. He looked... Scared? ((This is something that I didn't finish))
