BEGAN: Our Story

Chapter 1: You Wanna Rub It In?

~There will be a time in the future where your name will be spoken for the very last time~

Chapter One

Levi

-Last Night-

I glanced at my watch and sighed. "It's so late now. I have a few more stops to go before I get home." I should have just driven there. And school starts again tomorrow. Why didn't I think before hopping on a bus and traveling five hours away from home? Why am I so impetuous?

I looked through my window, expecting to see a line of trees and buildings. What I wasn't expecting was to also hear cat noises. The bus had stopped because of the traffic. Searching for the source of the sound, I spotted the cat upon an old-looking tree. I noticed two things, 1: the cat was alone, and 2: the branch it was on gave away a light crack. I immediately shot up from my seat and opened the window. The cold air hit my face hard and I recoiled, hugging my long padded jacket even tighter. But that was the least of my worries.

It might have climbed up but can't get back down on its own. 

That's when my hero complex--I mean impulsiveness kicked in.

It wasn't too high up but the cat could still get injured if it happened to jump. Now that I've seen it, I can't just leave it stranded up there.

Since the bus was stuck in traffic anyway, I couldn't let myself be even more late to get home so I might as well just walk, it'd be faster after all. I told the driver that I wanted to get off, he shot me a not very nice look and said some not very nice words in response but opened the doors nonetheless.

I hurriedly ran out, evading and ignoring the other cars and buses that honked at me. The night air was cold and chilly even though winter was nearly ending. I finally reached the tree.

It's been a while since I've climbed a tree...

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I opened my eyes to suddenly facing a cloudless sky. My head was throbbing from having fallen at such a mediocre height. I'm surprised I didn't get a concussion. Profusely blinking from the shock, a thought came back to me.

The cat!

I was about to get up from my uncomfortable spot on the ground when a black fat blob squished my cheek and struggled out of my jacket. I turned my head only slightly to see it walking away from me.

A 'thanks' would have been nice.

At least it's fine. I didn't go through all that trouble for nothing.

The thanks would've still been nice though...

Then another thought made me shoot up from the ground, ignoring the weird stares I had been getting from random strangers and running towards the next bus stop.

The next bus was arriving in about 45 minutes.

"Fuck the bus," I muttered, getting out the phone inside my pocket and going on the uber app.

No Ubers are available in your area.

Is this a joke?

Losing every string of hope I have by the minute, I spotted a taxi heading towards me. Maybe all wasn't lost after all.

After waving in front of it for what seemed like forever, the car stopped and I quickly got in and exasperatingly told the driver where I was heading. I glanced at my watch again and my heart rate quickened. Please don't be sold out.