This was it. Your life was over. Your best friend, Alexander had said about someone he knew needing a model for a year long photography project. Of course, he'd volunteered you for the job. You had no idea who they were - all you were given was a ti...
I saw (Y/N)'s car pull up outside my apartment and smiled as I walked down the path as fast as I could to avoid the rain. It's not great for my hair.
"Hey hey Tommy J." She greeted as I slid into the passenger seat. I noticed she had her phone on it's holder and was filming again. Should've known really.
"What's got you in such a good mood? It's chucking it down." I laughed, clicking my seatbelt on as she pulled away from the curb.
"Really? I thought it was perfect weather." She rolled her eyes and smiled.
"For ducks." I mumbled.
"Rubber ducks." She gave me a sideways glance and smirked.
"Okay that was one time! I needed to get my baby sister in the bath somehow." I knew I shouldn't have told her. Why didn't I just kiss Alex as a forfeit? "Anyway, where are we going?"
"Well, I remember you saying about Mrs W giving you the theme of luck this week and I have the perfect place to go."
"That doesn't answer my question at all." She looked at me and smiled.
"It will soon enough." I sighed and leaned my head against the window, listening to the rain and radio.
"The animal shelter?" I asked as we pulled up to the building. By now, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining.
"Yep!" The girl smiled happily. "Mom said I can finally get a cat seeing as Pebbles is technically hers. So we're here!" Even though she was talking to me, I think the statement was more directed to the phone that was still recording. She reached for it and turned it off, slipping it out of the fixture and into her pocket.
"Lez go." She looked at me and smiled. I laughed and followed her to the door. She was like a kid in a candy store. I opened the door being the absolute gentleman I am.
"Ladies first." I knew she hated being called a lady but sometimes the reaction was worth it.
"Bitches last." Okay I wasn't expecting that. We walked in and immediately spotted John behind the reception desk.
"Hi guys." He smiled. "Your mother finally caved huh?" He asked.
"She did indeed." (Y/N) smiled.
"You know where to go." He laughed, nodding to a door. The girl grabbed my wrist and pulled me along.
"Come on Thomas!"
"I'm right behind you." Of all the thing she could grab it was my wrist. Why not my hand for God's sake. On the plus side her hands were actually really soft.
I wonder...
No Thomas! It's eleven in the morning! Geez you need holy water!
I felt (Y/N) release my arm and watched in amusement as she looked at all the kittens and cats in their pens. It was like watching a child pick a new toy. I filmed on my phone - not in a creepy way but because in the rush of excitement, she seemed to forget she was also supposed to be vlogging.
I'm such a good friend.
I heard a squeal and walked over to the (Y/H/C) girl as she watched the feline in question.
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"That's it." She decided, "I'm going to get John before I decide to take everyone home." She walked back out to the reception area where John was and returned with a smile.
She used they key John had given her to open the door and scoop up the bundle of black fur in her arms. The kitten purred and rubbed against her neck.
"So... what's this have to do with luck?" I asked.
"Well one - rather than going to a breeder, I give a lucky kitten a second chance and black cats are often considered bad luck so are abandoned or abused."
"You're a genius."
"Was that a compliment Jefferson?" She smirked, walking back to John with me behind her. She gave him the key and looked at the kitten who had begun chewing on her hair. "Jag, no." She said, gently tapping the kitten's nose.
"Jag?" I asked.
"Jag, short for Jaguar." She smiled.
"Of course, how silly of me." I rolled my eyes. While (Y/N) sat at a small table in the corner, filling out paperwork, John spoke to me in a hushed voice.
"How long have you been working with her now?" He asked.
"A month maybe." I replied.
"Two more left." He hummed.
"Not you as well! I have no idea what you guys mean."
Okay... that was a lie.
I knew exactly what they meant now but I'd never admit it was true... or two months early.
