P.I.

Julian Reminds me of a Giraffe

As I munch on my Chinese takeout, my cell rings. Julian.

"Please tell me you're about to make my day." I beg.

"Uh, nope. Sorry," he says, "I'm about to do just the opposite." he tells me.

"Okay," I sigh. "What's up?"

"Have you checked the news lately?" he asks.

"Not today, I haven't." I reply, trying to push my cat off of my lap.

"Well, you should. News Channel 5." he says. "Maybe you can make some sense out of it."

"What, why are you being all ambiguous?" I ask him, grabbing my remote, reaching less-than-skillfully over my computer, cat and Chinese food.

"It's something with that Fisher case." he said.

"Oh," I say, pretending to know what he's talking about. Mental note, I really need to get out more. Or at least use my TV.

"'Oh'? That's it? Just 'oh'?" he asks. "I thought this would interest you." he says.

"It does, it does," I say, pushing my cat away from my mandarin chicken.

"You don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you?" he sighs.

"No, sure I do, Shit Head is just distracting me." I say, placing said cat on the floor.

"Did you turn on your TV yet?" he asks, annoyed.

"Yep." I reply, taking a careless bite of chicken.

"Why do you always lie to me?" he asks, sounding a little too much like a whiny girl.

"'Cause I don't really care."

"But you should. Can I come over?"

"Sure," I say, glancing around my room. Not too bad. I just need to find some pants. And a shirt.

"Good, cause I'm at your door." he says quickly, then hangs up.

"Wait, you idiot! I have no pants on!" I shout to him, panicky.

All at once, my stuff goes flying everywhere as I scramble to find some clothing. I hear my apartment door open.

"I hate you!" I shout impulsively.

"Wow, okay," he says. "My mistake for thinking you would like to come out of your cave and have a little social interaction." he shouts from the kitchen. Shit Head runs to go meet him, happy that she doesn't have to deal with me for a while.

I grab the nearest shirt and sweatpants and put them hastily on.

I burst out of my bedroom. "I was naked, if you must know, you pompus dick." I sneer.

He hesitates, then says, "I should have come in sooner," he shrugs.

I narrow my eyes at him, and spot my cat curled up in his arms. I look back at him. "I think my cat likes you more than me."

"With a name like Shit Head she's bound to hate you." he smiles down at the cat in question, who had become something more of a liquid in Julian's arms as he pet her belly.

"So, what are we watching?" I ask with a yawn. "Some news thing?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, "Or not,"

"What do you mean?"

"We could just, like, watch a movie."

"Wait, why are you here, again?" I ask, confused.

"um," he begins. "I dunno, really. I thought you might want some company."

"Okay." I say, sitting on the couch. "Want a beer?" I ask.

"Yeah, sure," he replies.

"Well, they're not gonna get themselves."

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Votes for cute Julian picture on the right?? :)

 I have no idea why I named this chapter what I did. I'm tired lol its 2:13 am...

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what is my life... what possesed me to name this capter what I did? dear god.

and yes the cat's name is Shit Head.