The Kids are Fine | Kellic (boyxboy)

CHAPTER ELEVEN | Why Are We Nervous?

KELLIN'S P.O.V

  After he helped me clean my wound up, re-wrapping it, Vic and I made our way back into the kitchen. I sat down at the bar with my coffee. Vic kept walking back into the room where the cage still sat. I hear a shuffling and eventually see him walking out of the room, arms spread wide, hands gripping the sides of the cage. Time slowed down for a second, but I don't know why. I watched closely as he carried the cage out. The kitten was still inside of it from when he had placed it in before he helped me with my hand. He bit his lip and slowly carried it towards me. His eyes were focused on the floor as he watched where he was walking. I scanned his body. He was wearing dark, tight jeans and a short sleeve shirt. He had taken his jacket off upstairs before cleaning my hand. My eyes stopped at his arms and I watched them flex, then relax, then flex again. He stops biting his lip and his mouth stays slightly agape. The muscles in his arms flex again as he leans over and I don't know why I'm wondering if he works out. The thought is fleeting and I'm snapped out my trance to find that I'm squeezing my hand closed again. I quickly open my hand and a sharp pain shoots through my palm. I take in a quiet sharp breath and hope he doesn't notice. He doesn't.

He lets out a breath he had been holding and I blink to keep from staring again.

"Why is that shit so heavy?" He stretches his back, leaning backwards slightly.

I shrug, "Supposedly it was super expensive. I don't know, my mom's friend is weird."

  He squats down and a huge smile spreads across his face. He pokes his finger through the bars to pet the kind creature. It walks back and forth, rubbing it's body against the cage and against Vic's finger.

"I think she likes it." He laughs, "It's definitely big enough for her. She's so tiny, it's like a whole house to her."

  He stands up again. "I bought a litter box and cat food and everything she needs. When she runs out just let me know and I'll buy some more." He says while making his way back to the door. I stand and follow. "I'm gonna go grab it, I'll be right back."

  He doesn't wait for my response as I hear the front door close. I walk back to the cage and drop to my knees. I cock my head to the side and after the kitten backs away from me, I roll my eyes. She doesn't even like me. I stick my finger in the cage and she slowly stretches her head out towards me but keeps her body back, just in case she needed to run away. I wiggle my finger and her body twitches. I laugh and she slightly jumps. What a drama queen, I think as I stand up. I stare as her as she drops to the floor of the cage and rolls on her back, stretching all four limbs out. The flood of the cage can't be too comfortable. Hmm.

  I make my way to the closet in the lounge. Floor to ceiling, the shelves were packed with extra blankets. I run my hand over them and decide on my favorite cotton quilt. It was thick and super soft and extremely warm when you were wrapped in it. I smile at a memory of being wrapped in it, sitting in front of the fire place while listening to music. It makes my heart feel warm. When I made it back to the kitchen, I unfold the blanket halfway, just enough to cover the bottom of the cage. I open the door to it and the kitten instantly backs up against the side of it. Slowly, I put the blanket inside, carefully scooting it to cover the whole floor if the cage. Eventually the kitten is forced to step on the blanket as it is now inside completely. She begins kneading against the fabric and I smile a little. I hold my palm out and she slowly stretches her head out to smell me. Eventually, she slowly comes closer and rubs her head against my hand. I finally begin to pet her. She falls against the blanket and rolls around, batting at my fingers. I laugh and wave them above her.