"To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have honey
If you could stay like that"
[6]
I woke up, with a feeling of relief, because for the first time in a long time I had a nightmare less night. I felt so good that I promised myself I would try to eat. I hopped up and went into the shower. After my shower I took time and dedication to brushing my poor neglected hair. I didn’t have a hair straightened so my hair was left wavy. I swept my bangs to the side and walked out of the bathroom. I put my bra and underwear on, before securely wrapping my towel around me to go find Chase, I mean I did need clothes to wear. I was not a cat, I repeat, NOT A CAT.
I knocked on his bedroom door, which was opened instantly. I stared down at me, his tallness towering my shortness. A dirty smirk appeared on his face.
“Offering yourself to me, Kitten?” He asked me. I rolled my eyes, annoyed with him.
“No. Never. I need clothes.” I stated, glaring at him. He turned around and walked into his room, closing the door in my face. I fumed silently, and knocked on the door again.
“Im serious Chase! I need clothes! I am a human being…err… and you being a being should give me clothes to cover my poor hairless human being body or something like that… wait. Okay I have confused myself now…”
I heard Chase laugh from the inside of the room. I growled angrily.
“Oh My! You must be Chase’s human!” A musical voice said. I turned around to see a girl, who looked about my age. She was too pretty, so I automatically guessed she was a vampire. She had flowing golden blonde ringlets around her head her eyes weren’t purple like Chase’s. They were a warm topaz color. She was tall, which made me jealous, and skinny, making her look like a runway model. Her style seemed slightly different from mine and Chase’s but still similar. She wore a hot pink t-shirt that tightly fit her body, showing off her curves. And she had on tight black short shorts and thigh high striped black and white socks.
I frowned. “I am not Chase’s human.” I stated in a way as if I was offended by what she had said.
“Of course you aren’t! I’m Delilah, Chase’s sister.” She smiled sweetly at me so I couldn’t help smiling back. I automatically liked this girl.
“I’m Kitty. Not Chase’s human. Don’t want to be. NEVER WILL BE.” I leaned towards Chase’s door when I said that last part. Delilah giggled. Then she noticed my towel.
“So uh, what’s up with the towel?” She said with a sly smile and an eyebrow lifted in question.
“EW. Definitely not what you are thinking. I took a shower then realized I didn’t have any clothes and this bastard,” I pointed at Chase’s door, “Wont give me any.”
“Oh! I think he’s on his monthly cycle.” Delilah said winking at me, “But I can give you some clothes!”
“I love you!” I said, hugging her. She laughed and hugged me back.
“Right this way my lady.” She mocked a mans voice and held out her arm to me, which I gladly accepted.
“Thank you my dear sir.” We giggled and she led me to her room. Her room was decorated with random posters and trinkets from all kinds of places from around the world, especially Tokyo. The bed was big with Lime green, Yellow, and orange sheets and pillows. She skipped over to her closet and opened the door.
And hour later I was wearing an outfit similar to Delilah’s except a black tank top, bright blue short shorts and black thigh high socks. My hair was now braided into two braids and my bangs were clipped up out of my face. We sat in the den of the big house, playing Halo 3 on the Xbox 360. I had to admit, I had thought I hated bloodsuckers, but just Chase. I simply loved Delilah, she had to be my new favorite person in the world(who was alive) at the moment.
“You are SO going down skanky ass Hoe!!” I yelled, shooting her. I was the alien, and she was the Spartan.
“Not if I get you first Bitch ass MoFo!” She replied, shooting me back. Suddenly I felt myself lifted onto someone’s lap and I turned to see Dumb Chase smiling at me like it was no big deal. I glared at him for a second, still concentrating on beating Delilah, which was WAYYY more important then yelling at Dumb Chase. He could wait till I was done. So I ignored him and continued trash talking Delilah. With the occasional Dumb Chase whispering in my ear for me to do something, which I would do, killing Delilah and putting me a point ahead, but then shed catch up. We were playing the first with 30 kills wins, just so you know.
I felt Dumb Chase’s hands rubbing the small space between the socks and the shorts, sending waves of electricity, making me growl at him, but him and Delilah thought it was from the game, so he kept doing it. His chin was now resting against my shoulder. I still had five kills to go before I could win and get Dumb Chase away from me. Delilah was only a point behind me, probably cause Dumb Chase had been helping me out, but she was too caught up in the game to notice he had.
I only had one kill left, But so did Delilah, so we were tied. It was probably about three am and I was tired as hell. I wasn’t has hungry anymore because Delilah had given me some ice cream. About five minutes later Delilah finally killed me, winning.
“Dammit!” I yelled, causing Delilah to laugh at me. I had forgotten I was still on Dumb Chase’s lap, cause I had to admit he was super comfy. I stretched my arms up and yawned. “Im tired… but I don’t feel like walking all the way to my bed…” I complained to Delilah, who just laughed at me.
“Lazy much Kitty? Anywho, while you find a way to get to your bed without using your feet, I will be off to bed! See you tomorrow Bestie!” Delilah waved goodbye to me and ran up the stairs to her room. I then turned my head to notice a sleeping Dumb Chase. I poked his cheek.
“Hey Chase, want to carry me to my bed?” I poked at his cheek some more. He growled, and wrapped his arm around my waist, sleeping against my back. “come on Chase. I’m NOT walking up those stairs, my feet don’t feel like it!”
Dumb Chase opened his pretty eyes and stood up, holding me with him.
“That’s more like it!” I smiled, Muahaha! Dumb Chase carried me all the way to the stairs as if it was no big deal and I was as light as a feather. He waltzed up them. But instead of taking me to my room he took me to his, setting me down on the bed.
“Uh… this isn’t my room Chase.” I said to him… But I would so trade with him. His room had this cool big ass window and his bed was super comfy, like one of those beds in the Ikea Catalog that you saw all set up for show and you wished you had it. The room was messy though, t-shirts, jeans, boxers, books, and random shit was all over the floor.
Dumb Chase simply ignored me and laid down on the bed next to me. “I don’t feel like going all the way to your room.”
I laughed at his laziness. I STILL didn’t feel like walking all the way to the room next door… and I was already hooked to the bed like it was some drug. I didn’t want to get up… And I didn’t have to either. Dumb Chase didn’t seem like he was going to kick me out. So I crawled under his blanker, which smelled like him, and stole a couple of his pillows, which also smelled like him. And he smelled good… Wait… What Is Wrong With ME?
Dumb Chase crawled under his blanket with me. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the ground. I admired his well built body, and he thankfully didn’t notice cause he was taking off his pants…
“Why are you taking your pants off?” I asked, wide eyed. He laughed at me.
“Cause im not going to sleep in them duh… Plus its my room.” He just smirked, threw his pants to the ground and stole a pillow back.
“Give it back!” I whined. He just smiled nicely and shook his head no.
“You already have two. I want two too!” He argued like a little eight year old. I rolled my eyes and closed them. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a hand stroking my head. I, dare I say it, liked it. I liked it so much I went against my belief and I snuggled into Dumb Chase’s Chest, falling asleep.