He Calls Me Kitty (Adommy)

Millicint & Cheshire

*Tommy P.O.V.*

''Why can't I be alone, depressed, and hating my entire life instead of with you, depressed and hating my entire life!'' I groaned out covering my face with a pillow as I let my body fall back on the couch.

I heard a small giggle echo through the room and that only intensified my headache. I felt someone jump on me a grunt leaving my lips as the pillow was yanked off of my face and I was met with bright brown eyes that shined exactly like mine.

''Because if I don't keep you company, who will? It's not like you have any friends Cheshire.'' She taunted lightly. I gave her an annoyed smile before pushing her off of me and climbing off the couch.

It's been nearly a week and I've done nothing but cry at night -all through the night- and pretend like my life isn't over during the day.

But I know it is. I can't have a life without him. I bit my lip feeling the tears trying to intrude. No, I can't. If I let the tears start again they wont stop. They never do.

Small thin arms clasped around my waist from behind and I felt her lay her head on my back, hugging me tightly. ''Don't cry,'' She whispered. ''It's not okay, things wont be okay for a while but please don't cry.''

I placed my hand over hers, gripping tightly. I don't know how long we stood like that. Maybe ten minutes, maybe more. But she never complained.

She never complains. I sighed, turning around to give her a proper hug. ''Thank you.'' I told her. I heard her laugh.

''For what? Annoying you so much to where you forget about your own problems?'' She joked. I pulled back from the hug, ending our embrace as I stared down at her.

''No, for putting up with me. For being here for me. I know that you were in the middle of filming, and you just dropped everything for me.'' I said. She smiled.

''You're my baby bro, nothings more important than you.'' She reminded me. I rolled my eyes but I couldn't stop the wide smile that covered my face.

''You're older than me by like- a minute.'' I told her. She smirked, walking past me.

''Still counts!'' She yelled, making her way into the kitchen.

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''Take out, or I can cook.'' She offered getting up from beside me on the bed. I stared at her with a raised brow.

''Or take out and we can both live to see tomorrow.'' I suggested, getting ready to laugh before I dodged something that had been aimed at my head.

''Oh haha, Cheshire. Just for that I'm cooking and you're helping me. C'mon.'' She said tugging on my arm so that I would get up.

I groaned, leaving the comfort of the bed and getting on my feet. Letting her drag me all the way to the kitchen.

I sat on a chair at the island and watched her pull various seasonings from the cabinets.

''Is there a part of your brain that doesn't understand help?'' She asked, getting pots and pans. I sighed resting my head on the island.

''Every. Single. Part.'' I murmured, nearly falling off the stool in fear when she turned around with a vey large frying pan in her hands. She waved it around at me.

''Understand now?'' She asked smiling at me. I rolled my eyes and moved over to help her.

''So what are we making?'' I asked after a while. She pulled a pack of spaghetti from the cabinet, a big bright smile on her face when she turned to me.