Scenes from Chino
Disclaimer: I don't own anything OC related.
AN: To kill time during the dwindling hiatus, I'm going to start posting one scene per day. Scenes from the hiatus. Some will be angsty, some will be fluffy, etc. Enjoy.
"No way."
"Please, Ryan…You have to, before my mom gets home…"
"Absolutely not."
"But…"
"There is no way in hell I'm doing that…"
"But, you said you'd do anything for me…just last night you told me that…"
"I won't do that."
The cat yowled again from his perch on the roof.
"I'd go after it if I could…"
"You can't climb up there in your condition…"
"Ryan, it's my mother's kitty…"
"It got up there, it can get down the same way."
"You can't just leave it there…"
"I don't care, Teresa, that cat hates me."
"He doesn't hate you, he just…doesn't like people…"
"I am not going up there, Teresa. Under no circumstances will I get up there…"
Five minutes later, Ryan was halfway up the ladder, muttering under his breath as Teresa held the ladder steady. Every time they'd tried to put the ladder close to the cat's position, the cat would dart to the opposite side of the house.
"Don't be such a whiner, Ryan, it's only a few feet off the ground…"
"Easy for you to say, you're down there…" Ryan grumbled as he kept his eyes glued to the rung he was reaching for.
Teresa laughed and he started to glare at her, but saw how high he was and immediately lost his breath.
The cat yowled again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming…" He crawled onto the slanted roof on his knees. The cat was at the edge of the roof and true to form, hissed at him as he started to inch his way towards it.
"Ryan? Can you get it?" Teresa called.
"Here, kitty, kitty…" Ryan whispered. The cat hissed.
He finally made it to the opposite edge of the house. The cat was watching him warily from the edge.
"Come on, kitty," He cooed, trying to coax the cat to come to him.
The cat meowed and swatted at his hand, scratching him.
"Fuck…"
"Ryan?"
"Damned cat…" Ryan muttered. He wasn't concerned about the height anymore, he just wanted to catch the damned cat.
"Ryan, do you have him?"
"No." Ryan inched closer to the cat. He hissed again and Ryan hissed back. The cat flattened his ears and started to spit at him.
Ryan grabbed the cat with both hands. The cat clawed at his chest through his wife beater and lunged out of his arms with a harsh meow and scurried to the opposite side of the roof.
"What was that? Did you get him?" Teresa called.
"Stop asking me," Ryan said, losing patience by the second as he started to crawl back across the slanted roof.
"What's going on? The cat's over here…"
Ryan picked up a Frisbee that was in his path and tossed it into the backyard.
"Hey, I lost that years ago," Teresa said from below.
"Glad to help," Ryan muttered. He'd reached the cat again.
The cat hissed at him and leapt off the roof, yowling all the way until he landed on his feet in the backyard.
"Damn, Ryan, you weren't supposed to throw him off!"
Ryan sighed. "Can you just hold the ladder, Teresa?"