I looked over at Frank, sucking my thumb.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and he gave my hand a squeeze. I got out and walked up to the door. It was my date with the second guy who messaged me. I was coming over to his house for dinner.
"Hey, Gee," Pete said.
I gave Frank a wave and he drove off as I stepped in.
"H-hi," I said shyly.
"Hey, come in, I have dinner ready," Pete said.
I followed him to a nice dining room, there were candles lit and a nice, fancy dinner. How are all these dates so perfect?
"It looks so nice," I said.
Pete smiled, pulling out a chair for me. I sat down and he pushed it in as I giggled. He sat across from me and opened a bottle of red wine. He poured some into a glass for me and I bit my lip.
"I-I don't drink," I said quietly.
"One class won't hurt," he said.
I'm only a little kitten, little kitties don't drink alcohol.
"So, have you ever been on an online date before?" He asked.
"Only once," I said.
The food in front of me smelled so good. Not as good as Frank's food but almost as good. I dug in quickly before remembering that I had to l act like a big neko and slowed down.
"I've been on a few," he said. "So far no one is really sticking out to me but I saw your profile and you just looked so cute I had to message you."
I blushed, giggling happily.
"I, uh, I hope I'm not being too forward by all these compliments and stuff," Pete said.
"No, I think it's sweet," I said.
Pete smiled as we ate. I was so nervous before that I hadn't even realized there was soft music playing until now. I picked up the wine glass and couldn't help but smile mischievously. I've always wondered what alcohol tastes like when my brother drank it. It tasted a little sweet but also a little bitter. It was actually better than I thought it would be.
"So, your profile said you were unemployed," he said. "Are you in college?"
"No, I-I'm just...living, I guess," I said.
"I understand that," Pete said. "Just living life and having fun."
I smiled and nodded, taking a bite.
"Do you have a dream job or something?" He asked.
"No, I kinda just wanna fall in love and start a family," I said. "I just wanna be a stay at home dad."
"That's sweet," he said.
The two of us finished up dinner rather quickly and he smiled.
"I should've gotten something for dessert," he said. "Maybe we can go talk on the couch?"
I nodded and he took the glasses and we went to the couch.
"What do you do?" I asked. "F-for a job, I mean."
"I don't do much, just some part time jobs," he said. "Mostly I play in a band but, you know, we aren't very big yet so I'm not making enough money to completely quit working."
I smiled, finishing my wine. Pete refilled and I giggled. I knew Frankie would get mad at me for drinking and that made it just that much more exciting, breaking rules was so much fun.
"Where are you from?" He asked.
"Belleville," I said. "So not far from here."
"I grew up in Chicago but moved here in high school," he said.
"That's interesting," I said.
It started to get late and I had now finished two and a half glasses of wine. Turns out I'm a lightweight also. Although, I really shouldn't be surprised, I'm tiny and have never had a sip of alcohol in my life.
"You're so pretty," Pete mumbled.
The lights were dimmed as he leaned over and pressed his lips against mine. I smiled into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. He laid me back onto the couch and I giggled.
"Oh, I-I think I should call Frankie," I muttered, glancing at the clock. "It's late."
It's already past my bedtime.
"That's okay, you can just stay the night if you want," he said, kissing along my neck.
"I'm tired," I mumbled.
"Then maybe we should bring this up to my bedroom," he whispered.
Pete carried me upstairs and I giggled as he set m down on the bed.
"I...really think I should call Frankie," I said. "He's probably worried."
"Just a minute," he said.
Pete kissed me again and I felt my brain fizzle out again. It's like there was a haze that made everything so nice.
"You're so, so pretty," he whispered.
I giggled, looking up at the ceiling as he kissed along my neck. Pete's hand rested on my thigh and suddenly all my happiness and giddiness went away as I felt uncomfortable.
"I-I really think I should call Frankie," i said.
"Call him tomorrow morning," Pete said.
He sucked on my neck and I frowned as his hand went up my skirt.
"I want Frankie," I whimpered, pushing his hand away.
"You can call him tomorrow," he said. "Come on, we were having so much fun before. Do you want another glass of wine to help you relax?"
The thought intrigued me a little but I shook my head.
"I just want Frankie," i said.
His hand was up my skirt again and I felt myself growing more and more scared. I tried to push him off weakly but it was no use, he was bigger than me and I was just...just so tired.
"Just lay back like the little whore you are and I'll make you feel good," he whispered.
I shook my head but I was half passed out at this point. He pushed my skirt up around my waist as I closed my eyes sleepily.
"What the fuck is this?" He asked.
I looked down at my tail and yawned. I smiled softly, petting my tail.
"Get the fuck out of my house, you freak!" He shouted.
I whimpered, stumbling up to my feet. Pete didn't hesitate to usher me out the door. It felt like less than a second before I was laying down on his front yard. I yawned, curling up into a little ball as I closed my eyes. Who knew grass could be so comfortable?
I was probably asleep for almost an hour when I heard a car pull up. Someone ran over and I was quickly cradled in Frank's arms.
"Baby, what are you doing sleeping on his front yard?" Frank asked. "You never called and it was getting late, I got worried so I came by."
"This grass is so soft," I mumbled, petting the grass. "It's like the grass is a mattress but its natural. Grass is organic mattress."
"Have you been drinking?" Frank asked. "Gerard Way, you are seventeen years old, you're still just a little kitten, you can't be drinking.
I giggled as Frank put me into the car. Frank drove us home and got me changed into some pajamas, tucking me into bed.
"No," I whined, kicking my blankets off. "Bad dates means movies and ice cream."
"You need to sleep, princess," he said.
I whined, kicking the blankets again when he tried to tuck me in. Frank sighed, sitting on the bed beside me.
"What happened at this date?" He asked.
"We had dinner and talked a lot and then I drank a wittle bit too much and he took me upstairs and was kissing me and he called me a naughty word until he saw my tail and kick me out," I said.
"What word did he call you?" He asked, his lips pressed into a firm line.
"It's...it's really naughty," I said. "It's h-o-r-e."
Frank frowned in confusion. "A whore? Oh, Kitten, you aren't a whore."
Frank cuddled up in bed with me, wrapping his arms around me. I was suddenly so tired again.
"Baby, do you know how to read and write?" Frank asked.
"A little but I'm not very good," I mumbled.
Frank kissed the top of my head, petting me as I quickly fell asleep.
The next morning my head was hurting so badly. I whimpered, clutching it as my eyes watered.
"Here, drink some water and take some medicine," Frank whispered.
He helped me sit up and I took the medicine before curling up in bed again. I knew I was going to get in trouble now. Man, breaking rules was so much more fun yesterday.
"Baby, you're far too young to be drinking," he said. "You're only a little kitten. You're behind your siblings and drinking alcohol isn't going to help at all. That wasn't a very smart thing to do, Gee."
My lip quivered as I looked up at him.
"Oh, princess, please don't cry," he said. "I'm just trying to have a stern conversation without feeling guilty about it, I don't want you to cry. I just want you to know that I don't want you drinking at all because it isn't good for you. That said, i'm so glad you're okay, sweetheart, I was so worried about you."
I smiled softly, patting the spot beside me. I was happy to see that he was still in his jammies as he cuddled with me.
"Did you stay with me all night?" I asked softly, my voice a little groggy still.
"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said.
"Y-you gotta go to work!" I exclaimed, sitting up and wincing in pain.
"No, baby, I took the day off to take care of you," he said.
"Oh," I mumbled, laying down with him again.
I rolled over to face Frank and he smiled at me. He had a cute smile and what looked like to be a hole from an old piercing. He had the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen in my whole life too.
"Did Dallon ever message me again?" I asked.
"He called you while you were sleeping, actually," he said. "Probably about twenty minutes ago. I told him you were asleep and he asked me what I think he should do for the surprise date he's taking you on."
"Surprise date?" I asked excitedly. "What is it?"
"I can't tell you," Frank said, kissing the tip of my nose. "But trust me, you're going to have loads of fun."