Collection Of One Shots About Love

Black Cat (3)

He placed the bowl in front of me. Of course I recognized wet food, but all those memories as a human had me wondering what's in it. I was a stray before, yet I couldn't help thinking I deserved better than this.

I'll eat it later. I thought, unaware of the fluid flickering of my tail as I gazed at it.

I knew he was staring at me though. I felt casual about the whole thing, Bjorn on the other hand, well, I could smell his nervous perspiration.

Vrrrm.

I darted my head in the direction of a noise. My ears swiveled, and I heard tires on asphalt, and then onto concrete. My body lifted and I began towards the front door, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window on the side.

What's the little princesses doing here? It could be a very lowkey relationship. Of course not.

Her brother would never allow such a thing. That is, if he knew. Besides, that wasn’t the worst of it. She's a highschooler.

Surely, what I was witnessing wasn’t the lady of fortune herself in all her blonde sparkling glory hopping out of daddy’s two-door Ford Mustang, wearing her too-tall stilettos and designer bag. Oh, because if it was, that would mean the end to Bjorn’s clean history. I narrowed my eyes and nearly purred at the thought. I did whatever the cat equivalent of smiling was.

I looked up at Bjorn, wondering if he understood the satisfaction in my eyes, and in my gaze he was leaning with his forearm against the window opposite to mine. He was still so nervous, his eyebrows scrunched up in difficulty, and I heard a strained breath release from his lungs. 

Before she arrived at the door, he opened it, and oh that sweet sweet smile on her face as she stepped in made my chest burn. I’d assume the same of him, because he opened his mouth as if to mix the air with the heat in his lungs.

“We need to talk.” His voice was harder than Fredrick had ever heard of him. This time, some of his nervousness had nothing to do with me. I saw her smile waver just slightly, and then I knew that she loved him to the point that she would try to lie to herself.

“No kidding, I heard from Derek that you and him had a fight.” She huffed, as if it was an inconvenience to her as much as it was to him. Her makeup was a little heavier than usual, and to think that it was because she didn’t want him to call it off. Cat’s can’t taste sweetness, but she tasted like white sugar straight-up from a shaker, just a little artificial.

“Evelyn, you know I don’t like hurting you.” His words were gentle but I doubt they didn’t hurt, and I guess he felt it wasn’t enough, because he went and said, “It’s over.”

Her smile fell, but her expression didn’t dare break. Her grey fluffy cardigan was pulled close to her body and her purse hung loosely by her side. She looked away from him and she saw me. “You got a cat.”

“Don’t try to change the subject.” I found his voice quite annoying at that time, as right now I was focused on Evelyn’s pale blue eyes just as hers looked into mine. At least I assumed they were blue, just like how I knew I had big round lime eyes, and I that they were attractive.

“What’s its name?” She didn’t look back at him, or she couldn’t.

“Evelyn!” He was clearly irritated, judging by his voice.

“I just want to know.” She gripped her purse’s sash with some force, her pretty nails digging into her skin and her knuckles a little white.

“Her name is Karma. Don’t touch her.” I guess I was okay with the name, but that next phrase may have caused a misunderstanding. She might go believing that Bjorn wanted to protect me from her, and I knew that it was the opposite.

It was silent as she stared at me, biting her lip like the pain would distract her from the pain. "I'm underage. I could have you in court."

"Evelyn. I've never even touched you." He expected her to pull that card.

I was surprised, but my thoughts didn't change. She can still falsify it!

"Is that why?" She asked.

"Just go." He wanted to wave her off, and I didn't think it would work, but she turned and fled.

I think she was afraid of her anger and that's why she left. She left and I was upset about it. I was upset about it?

This sort of thing was entertaining. Since it was over, I would decide to spend the next few days figuring out why Bjorn never touched Evelyn. I was not let down. 

He let me wander every room, except for his, so naturally that was the place I was most enamored by. I'd like to think that Frederick being smarter than Bjorn, meant that I was smarter than both of them.

It was simple. To wait until the door opened to dash inside and under the bed. That is where I found the photos. And the socks, but I won't elaborate on those.

Bjorn. Gay. Fredrick would raise hell if he found out, but I couldn't care less. What concerned me most was that he used polaroid photos instead of the internet.

Connecting the dots wasn't difficult. Bjorn wouldn't have a secret relationship with a girl to hide his sexuality. That would be stupid, so it must've been her money.

The one thing I couldn't comprehend was the reason for the break up. I guess it didn't matter though.