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BasicallyIdoWRK (False Pretenser)

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OK, so being a false Pretenser sorta goes like this. you lie to someone, being someone who you are not, For example. Someone may come up to your door and say "Im your cable dude i gotta check your cable" when he is actually looking around to see what things you have that can be worth a lot of money, so he can come back and steal it later on. But i changes some things up. Dont worry bout it

Your POV.

Im scrolling on new houses, waiting for the "Perfect House" one big enough for my Cat (Shhhhh you have a cat. If you are allergic to cats, the cat doesn't have fur, if your very stubborn and want a dog, Ok fine, but it may be weird to the story ok bye.). Of course they take a Large amount of space, but at least it isn't another human being. Yeesh. Out of Nowhere My Cat jumps off the counters and bumps a vase filled with water off, breaking into millions of pieces. "Damn It! Get Back here Oliver!" (You can change the name if you want.) But Oliver just sits there licking its paw from a water droplet that landed on him. I rush off the couch and get a broom and a dust pan before anyone gets cut. after about 12 minutes im sure no glass is left behind.  I look at Oliver to see him vigorously scratching his left ear. I look at it to see a HUGE piece of glass hit him, bleeding. I start having a anxiety attack. What if its infected! I take 3 huge breaths and order Oliver to Stay. He Does with all paws down on the counter. Slowly i pull the glass out of his ear. Oliver hisses and scratches my arm harshly, I groan in pain, but at least i got the glass out. But that doesn't stop my worry, i need to get Oliver Checked out in the vet as fast as i can. But the nearest pet Clinic is at least 60 miles away! I get some bandages to help my cut, and immediately get on the internet to see if there are any pet doctors who can help Oliver. After a long search for doctors who are not so expensive, i finally find one. Named Marcel who is only 10 dollars. What a Great Deal! I check his description. He says that he has a PHD in animals, he spent 3 years studying about them. Wow! I check the reviews, and i see a Heck ton of people hired him, But none of them ever left reviews. huh, i wonder why? I decide to hire him, and it says that he will arrive tomorrow morning at 7 Am. Seems like a long time.. But thats ok. I get some medical alcohol and pour a little on Oliver ear. As expected he freaks out, and runs to the bathroom. Its for the better. Poor little guy. I look at my phone to see its 9 Pm. I walk to the bathroom to see Oliver scratching his ear.  I scold him and brush my teeth, comb my hair, and wash my face before i go to my bedroom so i can get changed. Once i finished i check on Oliver. I need him in my sight. Just in case he scratches his ear. And surprisingly. He isn't. I pet Oliver on the head, and carry him to his small bed, located in my room. But he refuses and jumps in my bed instead. Oh boy. I love this lil dum dum. Before i go to sleep i turn on Netflix. Set my Alarm for 5:00 AM, and watch an entire season of Black Mirror. Falling asleep at god damn Midnight. 

Your POV, 5:17 AM

I wake up to the feeling of fur brushing against my leg, and the annoying loud beeping coming from my alarm.  I sit up after 3 tries, and pet Oliver, Making him Purr Loudly. I smile, I brush my hair, get a change of comfortable clothes. a over sized T-Shirt, Black leggings, and Slip ons , the same color as my shirt. (Which is your choice if you didnt know) I walk to the pantry, to get a box of Fruity Pebbles (yUm) i get a bowl and some milk and boom, there is my breakfast. I sit on the couch and watch some TV, Restless and Hungry. Yet happy. Oliver sits right next to me, Leaning its head on my lap. I Smile and look at his bowl, Seeing its half full. Or Half Empty. However you see it. Once i finish my breakfast i simply set it in the sink  and brush my teeth. apply a very little amount of foundation and mascara. after that, i check my phone. 6:48 AM, 12 more minutes. thats if He Is even here on time. I check on Oliver to see him Scratching his cut again! I scold him once again. he stops, Giving me a nasty glare.  I stick my tongue out and Oliver sticks his tongue out as well. Im so proud that i taught him that.  I grab a treat from the pantry and walk to him. he is ecstatic. "Down!" I Command. He sits. "Fish!" I Command. Oliver Moves his paws in front of him, like how a dog does when doggy paddling. "Good Boy!" I Say as i put the treat on the floor. Oliver eats it in no time. God im so lucky to have this orange and white feline. Before i knew it. The door rings. "Shoot!" I get up and open the door to see the same guy i hired. Heck. He is actually Handsome. I start to regret that i didnt dress appropiately. "Hi, im Marcel. Im here to check your cat." The guy introduced as he held his hand out. I shook it gently, "Nice to meet you! Im y/n." I smiled. Marcel smiled back. His smile gave me god damn shivers.. "Um, if you dont mind. Can i use the restroom?" Asked Marcel. I nodded and pointed to the door in the hallway. Marcel walked away, and i was alone with oliver. Who was resting on the couch lazily. In about 8 minutes Marcel came back and sat next to oliver. Taking out a small flashlight to examine the wound closer. During the process he kept on petting oliver. What a good guy. He got out a cotton swab and pt some sort of liquid on it, and rubbed olivers scar carefully. During the process i decided to get myself a drink of water, taking a sip, and setting it on the counter. So dang boring. I decided to go to the bathroom to see how i looked, as i looked in the mirror i noticed everything was fine. Nothing smeared, and everything was blended. I got back and took another sip of water. It tasted weird. It tasted bitter.. i didnt like it. Marcel was still on the couch examining oliver. I took one more sip and poured the water out. It tasted disqusting. In a mater of 5 minutes my stomach was churning like crazy. Iran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. I felt god awful. It had to have been that awful water. Before another thought could cross my mind i was busy throwing up my fruity pebbles. God its disqusting... "You Ok!?" Yelled Marcel. I yelled back, telling him i was fine. I wasnt. I looked in the mirror to see me as pale as a ghost. I walked
In the living room and layed down on my favorite chair. Passing out not so long after.....Until 1 hour lated i got woken up from the sound of broken glass. Oliver? I got up with a MAJOR headache. I walked to the kitchen to get a knife and walked in the direction ehere the noise was coming from. My bedroom. I heard a heck ton of cussing. There is no way that it wasnt marcel.. I swung the door open and yelled "STAY STILL!" Marcel just looked at me. For a straight minute. until he slowly walked up to me and carressed my cheek. Making me feel weak.. but nevertheless i stabbed his forearm. Fucking jackass. Thinking i can fall for that shit. "FUCK!" He hissed.  He glared at me and pushed me to the ground. Causing the knife to fly out of my reach. Marcel grabbed it and pointed it right in front of me. It seemed as if he was contemplating on killing me or knocking me out. He dropped the knife on top of my dresser. And glared at me. "Stay the fuck out of my way Y/n, im not a murderer. So you sure as hell shouldnt push the limits." He threatened me as he walked to the bathroom, most likely to take care of his stab wound. I checked my pockets to notice that the fucker took my phone. I remembered something. Oliver. Where is he. I need to feed him. "OLIVER!" I called out. No answer, "OLIVER!" I screamed. No answer. I started to worry. I refilled his food and water bowl. Still no sight of him. Then i checked the kitchen cabinets. And sure enough there he was. He ran to the food and started eating. He was starving. I checked his ear, to see it was suprisingly bandaged... Weird?

Marcels POV.

i should kill her i want to kill her i need to kill her i cant kill her. God fucking damnit marcel! You need to protect yorself! Kill her! Murder her. Now. Nooeeee. She is niceee. She stabbed you. Kill her. She is in the way.  Nooooo, she was scareddd what a cutie. So what. She is a THREAT. I look at my stab wound to find it bleeding. I find some medical bandages, add a very little amount of alchohol to get rid of the bacteria that may have infected it, and quickly wrapped the bandages around my arm. What a bitch. What a sweetheart. "Shut up." I grumbled. I walked to the living room to find Y/n cuddling with her cat. Crying. I start to feel guilt building inside of me. She is a adult. Who does that?! What a child. Awh. She needs a hug. HUG HER. I take a deep breath and take the golden candlelight on the dining room table. And stuff it in my backpack. I hear loud cries. Annoyin me to death. Yet at the same time making me want to cry. Shut up. Let it all out! "SHUT UP!" I yell. Not in control of my words. The loud cries turned into silent sobs. You shouldnt have done that. "Oliver!" I heard the girl squeak. Thats when i found the furry felind against my feet. Pulling my jeans with its teeth. "Hehe, So cute!" I said. Also not in control of my words. I pet the feline and Oliver was purring. What a amazing cat. I pick the cat up carefully and act like a fucking child. Im extremely ashamed. Once i put Oliver down the girl was staring at me with a very small grin. She looked away once i looked at her. Talk. To. Her. Kill. Her. TALK! "God fucking damn it." I cuss. The y/n stares at me. I take the gun out of my pocket and throw it to Her.  "I cant do this. Shoot me. " i told her. She just stared at me with the gun in her hands , pointing it to the ground. I walk closer to her. Sit down in front of her. Aim the gun to my head. "Pull the trigger." I beg. Y/n just sits there speechless. Out of nowhere she throws the gun across the hallway and shakes her head. "I cant. Your a human being! A criminal, but still a human being." She explains holding my hands in her lap. "Look. I cant. I just cant. Im sorry. Im so sorry. Im.." i start to hold back my tears. Your pathetic. Y/n then awkwardly hugs me. Sort of like the thing you do when you hug that one friend you hate and havent seen in years. But nevertheless. Its the thought that counts. I hug her back and i quietly sob. Fuck fuck fuck. Then it turns into a real hug. A warm hug.  I let go and wipe he tears off my face. "Im so-." Y/n puts a finger near my lips. Telling me to shush. "Look. No need for apologies. It was very erong of you, but its ok. But i gotta ask something. Do you have a home?" I shook my head no. "Do you have money?" I continuosly shook my head no. "Do you take drugs?" "Nope." I replied. She waited. For a long 8 minutes before taking a long sigh. Then asking "Wanna be roomies?" I paused. Roomies. Roomies! Lies. I nodded so much. And i immedietly kissed her forehead, making her blush. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!" I say as i craddle her in a hug. "Your welcome." She says as she hugs me tightly. I love theese types of hugs. You just seem to get lost in them. Im so fucking exited.