But I'm Barely Breathing (A The Script FanFic) (Sequel to Millionaires)

Chapter 7- A Name

“Wow, she’s a vet and you were a nurse? Academic family, what do they think of you doing theatre?” He says and I sigh as I go over to a cupboard and find a dry cardboard box and put some towels in it.

“They think I’m an idiot.” Is all I say as I begin to move the three little kittens into the new cardboard box by the radiator.

“Then they are wrong, you’re amazing.” He says and I smile.

“Umm, thanks.” I say. 

“No, really, you’re amazing.” He says and I blush.

“Thank you.” I say, “As are you.” I say quietly and he grins, leaning back into the sofa.

“Well, it’s been said.” He says and I smile and shake my head. Suddenly his stomach growls loudly and he looks rather sheepish.

“Hungry?” I say with a smile and he nods.

“What with arguing and saving kittens I didn’t really have time for dinner.” He says and I smile.

“Kitchen is through there, help yourself.” I say and he smile.

“Thanks.”

Ten minutes later I am sat on my sofa, next to Eoin Knight who is eating a bowl of Coco Pops wearing a fluffy white dressing gown at half 2 in the morning after bring me a box of abandoned kittens. I’m still not quite sure if this is just some sort of crazy dream, but if it is a dream, it’s better than the ones I have been having.

“How do you know my address?” I ask as the thought dawns on me.

“Sally gave me it, I like to have everyone’s address so when I wake up on your floor covered in sick and alcohol with a headache like Satan’s steal band I can sort of work out where I am.” He says and I smile.

“I see.” I say. There is silence for a moment as he places down the now empty cereal bowl and leans back into the sofa next to me.

“Cat?” He asks and I can’t stop a huge grin from taking over my face. “What?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Nothing, just I think that’s the first time you ever called me Cat.” I say and he smiles.

“Really? Well, are you complaining?” He asks and I shrug.

“I don’t know…anyway, sorry, you were saying?”

“Oh, yeh, I was just going to ask, are you ok?” He says, turning to look at me. For a moment I’m startled and confused.

“Sorry? Of course, I’m fine.” I say and he just looks at me.

“Are you sure? It’s just, I see you sometimes, when you think nobody is looking, you look sad and…lost.” He says and as his soft words swirl around in my head my heart feels as if it might break and tears rush to my eyes. “And…I know what that’s like, what it means, so I just wanted to say…I understand.” He says. Part of me wants to deny it, to hide any sign of weakness, but somehow, I can’t.

“Thank you.” I whisper, a single tear dripping from my eyelashes as I slowly lean into him. I sit there, curled up against him on the sofa, feeling like a child again. His arm drapes around me as we both begin to doze off. I have felt so alone for so long I almost forgot what it feels like not to be, but now, at last, I remember, for it feels like this.

  *Guy’s POV*

Stupid Christmas tree lights, illuminating the room in ghostly light, if I’m honest, it’s rather creepy. I wish I didn’t have to sleep out on this stupid sofa next to my idiot of a brother and this fricking festive tree. I know Sean did his back in when Luke knocked the Christmas tree onto him giving him a much better claim to the proper bed but I still don’t like it. I hate not having a space of my own; I need time away from judging eyes. I’m so tired of being judged.