The Stray Playing Cupid ['Steven's Secret Toy' Remake] (Neko) <boyxboy>

21: If You Do Not Know Him, Do Not Question Him

"The great accomplishments of man have resulted from the transmission of ideas and enthusiasm. "
-Thomas J. Watson

~Steven~

"Ugh..." I groaned awake, my eyes shooting open and Abree was standing over me, but this Abree had blue eyes and long hair and looked too mature looking. I rubbed my eyes in confusion, "A- Abree?"

He chuckled, "No Steven, I am Brennan."

"Oh yeah, his twin. " I mumbled to myself

Rob's face popped into view, "So what happened?"

I groaned, pushing him aside, and sitting up, "Where's Abree?"

Brennan sat on the couch, sighing, his short legs were crossed, "Did Abree not tell you?"

"He did say you were alone but that was all before...you know...this." I mumbled quietly.

Brennan nodded, "Yes, Jonas kicked me out and Robert picked me up thinking I was Abree, I had to tell him that I am not Abree but his twin so we came here." Rob nodded. Brennan took a breath, then shrugged, "But Jonas took Abree. "

"Why? He's your master!"

"They are going to France-"

"Why?!"

"-to Bolitar."

"Why?! What's going on?!"

He looked at me with the longest, bored expression. There's no way he's related to my Abree. This one actually looks and acts like a 28 year old and it's weird.

I itched my nape as a minute or so passed. He cocked his head to the side, "I will tell you Steven, once you stop interrupting me. " I obliged as he sat back coolly, "Merci. Now, do you remember our story of our escape? How Bolitar treasured Abree?" I nodded, "Well Bolitar has been searching for Abree the past couple of years. Jonas and Bolitar are brothers so Jonas is flying Abree to his brother. " I was hurt, unable to say more. Brennan grinned, "There's more. "

"Ugh, it can't get worse than that!"

"It can. "

"How?" I asked distantly, glaring at him.

"He is going to impregnate Abree."

I groaned, holding my head, "Oh now's a good time to die."

"Steven, wait. I have a plan though." He said calmly.

I glared at him, grumbling, "Are you going to tell me, cat kid?"

Again, he looked at me with his bored, mature facial expression. I itched my nape, looking away, his glare is too intense.

He took a breath, blinking a couple times, "First go check and see if your female friend is okay."

I gasped, "Heather!" I got up, running to my room. Heather was in there, pulling her long brown hair back, she was in a pair of my sweats and a tshirt.

She grumbled, rubbing her head, "This is the most causally boring I'll ever dress again..." I cleared my throat and she turned and gasped, "Ghod Stevey, what happened?!" I shrugged as she got tissues and began dabbing my nose softly.

I moaned in pain, "You're dabbing too hard!"

"I am not!" She shouted defensively. I grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her hand away from the painful dabbing, but she pressed her hand harder against my face, smashing my nose.

I cried out in pain, "Dammit Heather!" I held my nose that was gushing blood in my hand. She grabbed my wrist, trying to move my hands from the faucets of blood.