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Chocolate Fudge
Stray Cat, Part 2- Butter
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POV Change
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I heard the handle to the entrance door turn so I got up from the kitchen bar stool
and headed out to the hallway to great him.
"Oi, Blackbird, we're out of butter." But Blackbird wasn't walking in alone to the
apartment tagging along after him was Noelle....err...Noel? Crap.
"I see, I'll pick that up tomorrow then. Need to fix an extra bed then too. For tonight
thou, Mr. MacCranky, you'll have to share your bed with Blondie...it could house
an army anyway." My eyebrow twitched at the nickname but I snorted at the
suggestion.
"The couch is free." I grumbled but Blackbird just shooed us off. He's a dude with
a really gay body language. But as far as I know he's not. I think he just likes to
screw with peoples mind.
"Tsk tsk, my apartment, my rules....at least until you feel like paying rent." He raised
an eyebrow at me and I put my hands in my pockets and sent Noelle a glare. I
suppose no one should be subjected to sleeping on that couch.
"Come on then." I muttered, turned around and headed to my room.
When I reached it I quickly removed my clothes, jumped into bed and pulled the
covers over my head.
"He was right, your bed is huge." The voice was muffled under the covers. I didn't
reply and after a couple of moments I felt the bed shift. I really don't understand....
"I don't understand why? Why mess with the natural order of things?" I mumbled
and peeked out form under the covers. He was sitting at the far end of the bed with
his arms around his legs and his head on his knees.
Noelle was staring at me through half-lidded eyes, probably pondering on what
to let on to me. What I could handle. Blackbird is going to pound his head bloody
against this one. Silence doesn't make Noelle uncomfortable.
I held up the cover. Yes, this huge fucking bed only has one cover and it's kind of
obvious why. Noelle raised an eyebrow and then he crawled under next to me.
"I felt horrible with what nature had given me, now I don't." Well, he could say that
but he still looked like crap. Though if my original reaction was something to go by....
If he had to come to -ME- for help.
"What should I call you know?" He looked surprised at my question.
"Noel, I've changed my name to Noel." I grabbed a hold of his arm and looked him
in the eyes.
"Then Noel, I'm on your side."
The End
"Oi, Blackbird, we're out of butter." But Blackbird wasn't walking in alone to the
"Tsk tsk, my apartment, my rules....at least until you feel like paying rent." He raised
"He was right, your bed is huge." The voice was muffled under the covers. I didn't
"I don't understand why? Why mess with the natural order of things?" I mumbled
Noelle was staring at me through half-lidded eyes, probably pondering on what
I held up the cover. Yes, this huge fucking bed only has one cover and it's kind of
"What should I call you know?" He looked surprised at my question.
"Then Noel, I'm on your side."
The End
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