Red Hoodie //BoyFriends

Chapter 37

Michaels POV:

I wake up to a crash from downstairs.
I shoot up and grab my glasses and put them on.

"Jeremy!"

I feel him move from beside me. I shake him

"Jeremy! Jeremy somethings downstairs!"

He groans and mumbles something inaudible

"What?"

He lifts his head

"It's probably just your mom. One of them"
"It's the weekend! They aren't here!"

He sits up.

"Oh shit"
"Yeah I know!"
"Come on. Be quiet"

I quietly get out of bed and so does Jeremy. He takes my hand tightly as I open the door.
As we walk down the hallway towards the stairs, another crash comes from downstairs.
At this point I'm convinced it's Rich who is somehow drunk.
But as we get to the bottom of the stairs. We realise it's quite the opposite

"Oh my god!"

I let go of Jeremy's hand and crouch down.
Because I kid you not a fucking cat is frantically running around the living room.

"Hey hey hey it's okay. It's okay"

The cat takes a look at me before reluctantly wandering over.
I look up to Jeremy

Jeremy's POV:

A cat. A fucking cat. More specific. A kitten. Oh this is gonna be a god dam nightmare.
Oh and he's giving me that look

"Jeremyyyyy"
"Michael we can't keep it. We don't know whose it is!"
"But Jeremy!"
"Michael-"
"Pleaaaaase"
"Michael we are going to college in just over a month, it wouldn't be fair to get attached to this cat and then have to leave"
"But we could take it with us! Or my moms could look after it!"
"Your moms aren't here on a weekend"
"And we could come back on a weekend!"

He's giving me reasonable answers. But we can't just keep it.

"Michael it's not ours"
"It's not an it"
"You just called it an it!"
"Well we don't know the gender!"
"How do you even check that sort of stuff"

Michael gives me a look of disbelief before gently picking up the cat and I'm guessing he's checking the gender. Or he's just being super creepy.

"It's a boy"
"What are you a fucking cat whisperer?"

He stands up still just holding this cat

"Yeah I am"

He smiles at me before going into the kitchen.

"Jeremy what do we have that we could feed him?"
"I don't know. I'm not good at this kind of thing. What do we do with him?"
"Name him!"
"Michael we can't name a cat we don't even know"
"Jeremy for once stop being a fun sucker. Please?"

I sigh

"Fine. I give in"

I go into the kitchen to see Michael searching through the refrigerator for something to give to this cat

"We can't just keep calling him the cat. Choose a temporary name"
"Pac!"
"Pac?"
"Yes! If I ever got a pet I always wanted to call it pac. Like Pac-Man"

I smile. This dork

"Okay fine. Pac"
"Whoo!"

I feel something nudge against my leg. I look down and low and behold it's Pac. Marking me as his territory. Great. I'm owned by a cat now.