The Demon and the Kitten
Kitty contemplated what song to give him today. She felt so… unneeded. Whenever she tried to help someone today, they shooed her away.
She decided on 'I'm Just a Girl' by No Doubt.
After she picked the CD out of the rack, she put a sticky note on it that said 'track 3.'
The system was, she and Kurt talked to each other through their music. Whenever they got the chance, they would pick out one of their CD's or tapes, tell the other which track it was on a sticky note, and leave the other to find it in their room.
She thought back to last Christmas, when they shared a kiss under the mistletoe. Neither of them ever made mention of it, normal conversation or song.
But she still remembered the sparks that fired in her mind at that completely possessive, passionate kiss.
She left the CD on his desk and phased upward to the kitchen. She thought about how that kiss had changed their relationship. A bystander wouldn't have noticed, really. But after that, he was the slightest bit more protective of her. But in her mind, he was hers, without question. She knew that by nature, he was flirtatious. And she could tell the difference between his "fun" flirt and his serious one.
Still, she got the most maddening pang of jealousy when she saw him doing it.
She walked to the fridge and poured herself a tall glass of milk, and headed toward the game room. She walked through the door and proceeded to spill the last half of her milk all over the carpet.
Kurt was kissing some girl on the cheek! Her man was chomping some slut's cheek!
He looked up in surprise at Kitty with an almost apologetic "I can explain" look on his face.
"You-you-YOU UGLY BALL OF FUR!!" Kitty yelled before she turned and ran, tears pricking in her eyes. She caught the hurt look on his face as she turned, and was instantly horrified at what she had said. Until she remembered what he was doing, which fueled her hurt fury to keep her from going right back and apologizing.
How could he? Her thoughts flared. How could he dare hurt me like this?
He wasn't even really yours, you know. Her sensible side popped out. She was surprised at it's existence this very moment, let alone it's appearance.
Yes he was, and we all know it! She shouted mentally. As she reached her room, she flopped down on her bed. She felt hurt, wronged, and mortified over what she had said.
And stupid. Stupid for thinking he could love her, stupid for having a conversation with herself, even mentally.
She cried herself to sleep.
There's other chapters, though they're all short. I hope to get them done tonight. What'ya think?