Kitty Litter | Lee Jeno

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We drove off with music softy playing from the radio and I started the conversation, "Let's go to the pet store instead,"

He looked at me for a second before returning his eyes to the road, I could tell he was going to shoot my suggestion down, "I'll end up having to drag you out of the store before you 'have to' buy another pet. Beside that, its closed."

I sighed and stared out the window with my face rested in my hand, "Okay, but your the one with three cats and counting."

He smiled, dramatically put his hand to his chest, and hissed, "Ouch."

I sneezed, and sneezed again, and again. After losing count of how many times he had said 'bless you,' Jeno laughed and told me to get tissues out the glove box. He pulled into the parking lot and once we were out the car I noticed he was still in the jeans and green hoodie he had worn to school earlier that day. Or more technically the day before since it was past midnight. "You haven't taken a shower yet?"

"Not all of us can afford time for showers or sleep Y/N."

Knowing he didn't have time because he had procrastinated doing his English essay, I shook my head and turned to start off in the direction of the store. He had probably only recently finished cramming the assignment into a night's work, but I couldn't judge, give advise, or say much at all. And who would I be to when we share the same bad habits.

We walked side by side to the automatic doors. Once we entered the store we were greeted by a tired looking woman working a night shift. We returned her greeting and set off to the back of the store where the animal related inventory was kept.

After listening to Jeno complain about them being out of 'the good brand' of litter, I told him to meet me on the freezer isle when he finished his search. He nodded and I walked a few isles down the store, watching my feet meet the different colored tiles. I tucked my hands further into the pockets of my hoodie and turned into the cold section, set on grabbing some chocolate ice cream.

I was startled when I felt a hand tap my shoulder, but relaxed when I saw that it was Jeno, accompanied by a bag. He looked over into the freezer for a split second and back at me. Then he began wordlessly dragging me behind him, weaving through the isles. Our pace quickened and I tried not to trip over his legs.

"We need to go," I eyed him from behind, confused as I'll be damned, "sorry about your ice cream but I'm pretty sure you'd rather not be caught here."

"Caught by who?"

We had reached the self-check out registers and he held out his keys, "Your dad. Go start the car so you can be the get away driver."

I grabbed the keys from him and tried to get out the store as quickly as I could without looking like I had pulled a Walmart heist. Once I was out the store I ran to the car and unlocked it so I could duck into the driver's seat. I turned the key and put the car in reverse. The time on the dashboard console read 2:41, my dad's work shift ended 11 minutes ago. Jeno, abruptly flinging himself into the seat beside mine, snapped me out of my thoughts and prompted me to back out of the parking lot.

He hugged the bag of litter as I drove to my home, he knew I had a license, but hates how sharply I take corners. Not long after, we climbed out of the car and he waited outside of the driver's seat to wave at me. He looked apologetic when he said goodnight, but I smiled and waved back, "I haven't gotten caught yet. Goodnight, now go get some sleep, Lee."

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