Author Note- Hey! I wanted to write a Ninley thing because they're amazing and to anyone who disagrees: what's wrong with them! This is my first Lorien Legacies one-shot and it's just a random thing for fun soooooooooo don't take it too seriously!
Disclaimer: Do you think I would have written a series which makes me cry for years on end? If I owned the Lorien Legacies this would be something that happened in The Revenge of Seven, not just a FanFiction!
Incase it wasn't clear enough: I DO NOT OWN THE LORIEN LEGACIES SERIES!
"Hello, cat" I say as the fat Chimæra crawls onto my lap.
"Woah! Personal space, dude!" I exclaim, knowing he can understand me. The ginger cat just looks at me with a bored expression.
"Say something," I try and urge it, "C'mon! You were named after me so the least you can do is talk to me!"
"Hello" Stanley says dryly in my mind. I shake my head in protest.
"That's all you've gotta say? I'm trying to strike up an interesting conversation here- from one Stanley to another. If you call me Stanley I'll kill you though, got that? And all you're gonna say is 'Hello'? Really?" The cat ignored me. I don't know what Sam was thinking when he named this lazy cat after me, he's just plain rude! "Well, if you're ignoring me for no reason, I'll just ignore you!" I mutter, like a kid in a huff.
"The last time I saw you, you threw a tin can at me. I almost died." The Chimæra told me.
"What the hell? I've never seen you before a few days ago" I argued.
"Not in this form. I was a small bird when I watched over you in Chicago. Like Bernie Kosar watched over John, I found you. But you threw a tin can at me when you were angry once so I never returned. I almost died." Stanley explained in my head. Over dramatic much? Surely I couldn't of injured him that much with just a tin can!
"Look, I don't even remember that. Can we just pretend it didn't happen and start fresh?" I suggested hopefully. Man, I did not want a cat holding a grudge against me, those things summon Satan for fun...
"No. You almost killed me." I threw my hands in the air exasperatedly almost giving up at making friends with Stanley the Chimæra. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I strolled over to the fridge, watching Stanley. He was glaring at me intently, with a small curious gleam and a spark of evil behind his eyes. What? He's a cat, of course there's gonna be some evil in his eyes! After quickly scanning the fridge, I found what I was looking for. Pulling a raw fish finger from the pack, I looked back at Stanley- a newfound longing and interest glazed across his face. I danced back, holding it between my thumb and first finger. He looked ready to bite it out of my hand.
"Friends?" I asked, pulling my hand away from the hungry looking cat.
"Fine" he replied after little hesitation. I fed him the fish and he seemed happy- well, as happy as a cat can look. Smirking to myself, I stroked him behind the ears. And that, my friends, is my flawless way to make friends with Stanley the Chimæra!
A/N- I suck at Nine's POV, but I did the best I could! Hope you all liked it!