"Oh c'mon! Take your shirt off already!" A certain 'Peeping Tom Cat' was practically yelling. He was getting more & more annoyed the more his 'victim' didn't take off anything. He was kneeling looking threw a window, hidden in some rose bushes. The mulch area was leaving traces of dirt on his outfit (A/N:I can't think of a better word P)
His eyes were practically glued to the window, & his hands placed next to him for support. "C'mon...c'mon!" Thought the hidden 'perv'.
Threw the window sat a raven-haired girl on a full size bed. The black sheets on the bed were unmade, & there were pillows everywhere. She looked as though she was drawing. She was sitting in a 'W' position, leaning forward, one hand on a piece of paper, other hand holding a pencil. She was humming a tune of some sort. "Oh I can't waite to see him again!" The girl said finishing her humming. She got off her bed & threw the pencil on her crowded floor. She stretched making her nightshirt go up an inch revealing nicely shaped thighs.
A drip of drool was rolling down the corner of the peeper's mouth.
"I hope he likes my costume!" Said the girl thinking aloud. She ran over to the closet located on the far left wall of her room. "I should get ready, I don't want to be late."
"HA!" The girl's watcher yelled, jumping up with exciment. "FINALLY!" He yelled, doing a touch down dance. He suddenly realized what he was doing was one: Stupid Looking. & two: Revealing himself. "shit" He whispered popping back down almost immediately.
The girl of coarse heard this & turned around quickly. "AHA!" She said pointing at the window. There was nothing outside her window, except two cat ears popping up.
She walked over still pointing. Realizing who it was from the ears, She opened the window calmly & sat on the sill. "Busted" She said mockingly, her green eyes looking down at the boy, whom was now curled up in a ball.
"Get up Mr. Kitty." She said kicking him. Mr. Kitty cautiously got up holding his now bruised stomach. "I deserved that" He said with a hint of pain his voice, lifting himself up on the sill to sit next to the girl. The girl calmly turned her head & looked at the orange suited boy, "You gotta stop doing that. It's getting pretty annoying."
"Ah one more time wouldn't hurt" Replied Mr. Kitty holding up a finger. The girl held up a fist, and punched the boy in his aching stomach, causing him to fall backwards into the house. The girl turned around & smirked at the boy on the floor.
"Okay, maybe it will hurt."
Mr. Kitty got up again & sat next to the girl again. But with more distance. The girl was giggling at her friend.
"So whose the guy?"
The girl nearly jumped at that question. "Wha…What guy?" She asked wide-eyed trying to hide her embarrassment.
"The one who'll like your costume…or you hope likes your costume."
"I have no idea what your talking about."
"C'mon Hatter, I'm not THAT stupid."
The girl turned her head, "No one calls me Hatter anymore Kitty."
"I do."
Hatter groaned.
"So who is it?"
"No one Kitty."
"Yeah right."
"I'm serious!"
"I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah right, I can't trust you."
"I knew it."
"Knew what!?"
"It's me."
"WHAT!?" Hatter said grossed out. She felt like she was about to hurl at the thought of her liking Mr. Kitty. "Yeah, your totally turned on by me. I have a personality that ladies just can't resist."
"Ew! You're a cow!" Hatter replied punching the annoying boy's arm.
"Ouch! Fine…is it…Finch? Oh my god. You like Finch!?" Mr. Kitty said jumping to conclusions. He jumped off the sill & onto Hatter's unmade bed. "Get off of my bed! Who knows where you've been!"
"So you do." Mr. Kitty said slyly. "No I don't!"
"Pig Pig, then."
"No one likes him cheese ball."
Mr. Kitty was thinking really hard, "Who could she like? Who?" Suddenly it hit him like a rock. "Devil Lad!" Mr. Kitty practically yelled jumping up again.
Hatter sighed with her head down, thinking of an excuse. "I KNEW IT!" Mr. Kitty yelled repeatedly dancing around the messy room. "Yeah so what if I like him."
Mr. Kitty stopped hisx dance & sat back down next to the girl. "Don't worry Hatter." Hatter turned to look at the boy. "Your secret is safe with me." Hatter sighed in relief. "& Finch, & Pig Pig."
"What! You can't tell them!" Hatter yelled. But it was no use. The cat was already out the window & running down the street. Hatter sighed miserably. "What am I going to do now?"