Roadtrip Oneshots

Mack, Hybrid

I've read a few Randy hybrids, so I thought I'd do a Mack one to change it up a bit :)

Got this idea off a recent MissTaken17 Oneshot, so go and check her out :)

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Jack

So, two things. One, I'm dating Mikey, and have been for years. Second, I may or may not be a cat hybrid... somehow Mikey hadn't found out.

I guess that's because I never let him, or any of the other boys, see me shirtless. Let them touch my hair; my hair is purposefully messy and long to cover my fuzzy ears. They twitch as I think this, and I make sure my hair covers them in a silent panic. Just in case any of the boys come in my room.

I have Tortoiseshell cat ears, and a Tortoiseshell tail. I love the colours, but I hate the fact that I'm still in hiding.

Whenever I'm having a bad day, I sit on the roof. Being a cat hybrid allows me to be amazing at climbing and balancing, and getting to the roof... even Rye finds that difficult. It's something we all laugh at.

'Jack? We're going out... you coming?'

I hear Mikey shout from down the stairs. My ears twitch, and I tilt my head a little as I ponder.

'Nah, I think I'm gonna go back to sleep for a while Mike. I'm exhausted!' I yell back, wincing at the time. I hate lying to my boyfriend. I mean, it wasn't a complete lie, but if I was alone in the house I could let my tail be free for a while, a luxury it didn't get much.

'Alright Babe... are you alright?' he asks.

I sigh. 'Yeah, just tired!'

'If you're sure... we'll see you later on!' Mikey shouts.

'Bye!'

The front door slams shut, and I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. The whole house to myself... a rare occurrence.

I leap out from beneath my covers, change my boxers, and slip on a pair of loose shorts, not even bothering to cover my tail. It swishes around me as I walk, and I smile.

I eat my breakfast in a peaceful silence, revelling in the fact that I can walk around downstairs while showing my tail, that I don't have to frantically play with my hair so that it's covering my ears. It's a nice feeling, but odd that I don't have to be careful.

It's nice to be able to breathe for once.

I notice that the washing up is starting to build again, and I opt to clear it up. It does take a while, but it takes my mind off the stress of the band at the minute... although my thoughts always drift back to Mikey.

I feel guilty, I do. Because I can't be as affectionate as I want to be. That I can't get too close without him finding out. That I can't even lie in bed with him for too long. I know it hurts him, but it hurts me more. Knowing that I'm hurting him.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and jump in the shower after a few minutes, and I let the hot water drain my thoughts away for a while. Just let the hot water leech the doubt from my body, and let it relax my muscles.

It works, but not for long. Exhaustion seeps into me quickly, and I fight off I yawn. I take that as the cue to get out of the shower, and for once I decide to drip dry, as Rye always likes to do. I brush my teeth and shake my hair a little, and the water slides from body slowly.

Once I'm dry enough, I slip my boxers back on, and leave the shorts in the laundry basket. I open the bathroom door, and footsteps stomp up the stairs.