The next day, Catthew knocked on my door. I tiptoed downstairs, not wanting to awake my brother from his nap. I quietly opened the door, and was surprised to see him holding a box of clothes and accessories.
"Ellie," he said, "I brought you some clothes so you can be more of my type."
"What?" I said, with a confused look on my face. "I thought you said I was perfect."
"Just go try them on," he ordered. "And make sure they are short enough!"
I should've just dumped him right there, but I was in the moment. The shorts were super short, the crop tops were lacy and as short as a sports bra, the snapbacks said things like YOLO and HOT on them, and the shoes were like the ones that skaters wear. I felt like a complete slut.
Suddenly, he walked into my room.
"God Ellie, you're lookin' hot," he said, smirking.
"I hate this. I hate it all!"
"Why? I'm just trying to make you look more attractive!"
"You said I was perfect!"
"I mean, you could lose some weight, you're kind of a fat cat."
"Get out, you jerk! I'm not going to dress like a hipster for you!"
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I'm Not Your Cat-Hipster
FanfictionThis story is about a cat named Ellie Trousers who falls in love with Catthew Catspinosa. After she realizes what a JERK he is, she changes. She stops being hipster for him, and becomes a super classy cat. She downloads Snapchat and becomes a Snapch...
