An early Saturday morning greeted Christen by slapping her in the face with sunshine. Normally, this would be welcomed, as Christen was normally a morning person. However, after pulling several all-nighters in the previous week, as well as staying up well past her self-inflected bedtime. However, today was not most days, and Christen did not welcome it as she usually would have- instead of rising from her bed, she decided it was best to flip the shy off and doze off with a pillow on her face.
The universe had other plans.
She once more was awoken by her phone buzzing, signaling that her overenthusiastic friend was attempting to reach her at this unholy hour. Beyonce sounded through the room, ringing "single ladies" which Christen would have normally apricated, but at the moment she was just irritated. She groggily picked up the phone; her Totoro keychain clinking against the case.
"What?" She demanded, peeved.
"Oh my gosh, Chris, you won't believe what I just found!" Her friend cheered into her phone.
"Meggie, honey, it's too early for whatever you-" Meghan clearly didn't care, as she plowed on anyhow.
"A couple of tiny-bity cutesy-wotsy kittens!" Christen fought an overcoming groan as her roommate announced it.
"No." Christen immediately shot Meghan's upcoming question down. "Absolutely not," she said.
"Please-please-pleeeeeeeeease!" She begged. Christen check the time on her phone- 7:23- and sneered at the anime-plastered home screen and groaned, lugging her butt out of her warm, forgiving bed.
"Bring 'em over," Christen mumbled into the phone, yanking a Hello Kitty hairbrush (Meghan's) through her blonde-dyed-purple hair.
"Yay!" Meghan yelled excitedly. "You won't regret this boo, I promise!" She said, causing the overwhelming sense of gloom to overpower. Cristen groaned and hung up, throwing on a pair of black sweats and a T-shirt quoting some movie she'd never heard of.
Moments later, the doorbell rang, and she opened to greet a bouncing figure completed with matching tightly bounded curls. The exuberant blob tossed Christen a couple of Petco bags and sat herself on the couch.
"Aren't they cuuuuute?" She cheered, knocking the box over, spilling the kittens. Cristen stared at Meghan, disturbed.
"There are ten cats in there, Meg. Not 'a couple'," She clenched her teeth.
"You said it was okay-" Meghan explained.
"When I agreed, I thought they had been vaccinated, litter trained, from a pet store! They are practically of the streets!" Christen rubbed her temple.
"Practically?" Meghan rolled her eyes. Christen stared at her roommate.
"No." She said, squeezing her eyes shut. "You did not-"
"Well, I did say found," Meghan shrugged, codling the closest kitten close to her chest.
"Shit, Meg," Christen groaned. "Cats are expensive- and we're a bunch of broke college students. What were you thinking?" Chris frown at the cats seemingly dumbstruck. This was the first time she had a good look at them- and they were butt ugly. She looked back at Meg and then at the bright yellow cat fighting with the- not exaggerating- red cat, who was laying by the stitched up cat with patched work fur.
"This is cute?" She asked, lifting up the- oh, god- gigantic blue catthat weighed at least 20 pounds. One of the cats let out a hiss that sounded like a snicker.
"Yes!" Meg squealed, taking the kitty and nuzzling it to her chest. Christen groaned.
"You're cleaning up all of their messes," She told Meg.
"Sure,"
"And pay for them,"
"Already did," Meg said, lifting the pet store bag.
"Clean up after them,"
"Fine,"
"And chores for a week. All of them,"
"Sure- wait, that's not fair!" She said, furrowing her brows. Christen shrugged her shoulders.
"Neither is bring home ten cats without notice," Meg left out some sort of defiant squeak.
"I called you!" She protested. Christen rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, about acoupleof them,"
"Then you have to take care of the couple of them," Meg explained her unflawed logic.
"Fine," Christen agreed, already knowing all the responsibility would fall on her. She gently plucked the only seeing normal ones- A small black cat, an orange tabby and a half-black half-white cat that seemed to be talking to itself (okay, so that one was a stretch), and sat them on her lap. Meg smirked in her somewhat-victory. In a flippantly bipolar switch of attitude, she flashed Christen a smile and herded the remaining seven by her.
"Naming time!" She explained, hoisting the small black/orange in the air Simba style.
"I dub thee..." She paused dramatically. "Sugar! 'Cause you're so sweet!" The cat meowed happily back at her. "You're so cute! Yes, you are! Yes, you.." Christen drowned out the squeals and focused on the next cat.
"You." She pointed to the blonde. "Come here," She instructed, beckoning to the cat, who caustically ambled over to her side. Her half-lidded eyes somewhat widened as it silently followed her command.
Meg's head snapped over as Christen gently lifted the cat.
"Regina George." She simply said. Meg shook her head with a smile and yanked the unsuspecting silver cat up in the air.
"Shiny!" She said happily. "Who's my little princess?" She cooed. The cat took a swipe at her face, nearly cutting Meg's face.
"Okay...Prince, then," Meg set the cat back down. The cat hissed once more, before settling back where it was previously seated.
"Next!' She dismissed, literally tossing the heavy blue one at her friends face. The cat meowed alarmingly, but Christen caught it with ease.
"Meg!" She scolded, setting the cat down. Meg shrugged.
"Well?" She asked expectantly. Christen rolled her eyes.
"Blue," She said. Meg protested loudly.
"No way! It has to be an actual name!" Argued. Christen groaned at her hypocritically.
"Like "Shiny" or "Sugar"? She mocked Meg, who sniffled in defense.
"Fine. Blue." She said flippantly, as if she had a choice in the matter. Meg then lifted another blueish cat.
"What are you going to name this one, then?" She asked cockily, handing the perhaps the only female to Christen.
"Blue... two," Christen decided. Meg snorted in a mixture of amusement and disappointment. They exchanged looks: Christen, questioning, as if daring Meg to question, Meg, scrunching her nose and recuperating the look with distaste.
"No, no,absolutelynot," Meg said, yanking the poor cat back from the friend.
"Fine. синий." She said. Meg scrunched her nose.
"Fine," Meg parotted back. "Wait- that doesn't mean-" Christen shugged inocently.
"I hate Russian," She mumbled, picking up the red one, naming it "Lobster", which the cat did not appear to agree with.
"Black," She said, picking up the small dark kitty.
"NO!" Meg disagreed immediately. "Not 'лодка', either," She argued.
"Meg," Christen explained. "That means boat," Meg groaned.
"Okay, cut me some slack. I tried," She said, clearly exaggerating.
"One course on Dulingo does not qualify as 'trying'," Christen said dryly, picking up the sat and setting it down on her lap.
"Actually, I think I am going to name your boat," She told the cat. Meg let out a strange sound between a dying whale and a scream.
"A cat named boat!" Med said, mostly to herself.
"...And this one will be Dog," Cristen chirped, picking up the large brown cat with ease, despite that it weight about two bricks.
"Purple," Christen continued naming them, ignoring Meg's loud complaints.
"WHY?" She wailed. "Purple?" Med exclaimed in exasperation. Christen gave a nonchalant shrug.
"It fits," Christen said, scratching the ball of black floof on her lap.
"The cat is orange," Meg argued. Chris shrugged once more, driving the brunette crazy.
"He has purple eyes," She explained. Meg picked up the cat and inspected his face closes. The cat appeared to be squeamish, but meg held him in her clutches with an iron grip.
"...It's a stretch," She admitted the cat's eyes were gray, taking a light purple hue, finally realizing it to settle back down next to... Blue number two, as she could not pronounce the cat's name.
"Last one!" Meg exclaimed in a fit of bipolar snark. "Oreo," She declared. After a short moment of silence, she paused to look over at her.
"Chrissy?" She asked the blank space next to her. Absent was the black kitten and her friend.
"CHRISSY!" She shouted, bounding up the stairs, yellow and red cats tucked under each arm. Meg practically flew up all 18 steps and skidded inside the second bedroom on the right.
"Aaha!" She screeched, flinging open the door...To reveal an empty room. Meg poked around- looked under the fluffy black comforter, clean of lint, behind the desk, overwhelmed with books, and finally, the closet- fully stocked with black, red and grey clothes and nothing else. Meg finally caught note of the breeze, directing her attention to the open window.
The window was fairly big, dressed with decorative and blackout curtains. The window itself fit a whole person out with ease, and below it was a roof hangover.
...Which, come to think of it, was probably where Crissy dwelled as of now. Meg ducked down and crawled through the window, and sat next to her friend.
She looked over and decided not to say anything, seeing her friends whistful look.
"Watcha thinkin' 'bout?" She asked Chris, gazing at the sky. Clouds reflected into her eyes, giving it the appearance that the sky was in her eyes. The purple-head teen paused, thinking for the right words.
"We're all going to die someday, after living a meaningless life. Nothing we do will ever be recorded at the rate we're destroying the world. We have to get an education, and we need the education to get a job, we need a job to pay off our education, which is mandatory. On top of that, we have to pay for basic human needs- shelter, food, clean water. Our world is fluctuating with humans, and it's basically a social hunger games,"
"In an alternate universe, it must be possible for alternate verses to exist that not have any alternate verses..." She mumbled, not giving away what she was really thinking. Meg giggled at her friend's hypothesis.
"That is so stupid," She giggled. "Another one of your 'if everything is possible, then it's possible for the impossible to exist' situations, hun?" Meg asked, shoving her slightly. Chris licked her lips and gnawed on the bottom one.
"Hn," Chris responded.
"You're starting to sound like an Uchiha!" Meg burst out into spontaneous giggles. Christen, too focused on her friend, missed the flash of red in the black cat's eyes, and the hiss of the blond cat.
"You're such a dork," Christen said, lightly grinning. Meg laughed and swung her arm over her shoulder.
"But you love me anyways," Meg smiled cheekily. Christen rolled her eyes and did not respond.