See, I'm not sure where this is gonna go yet. I just get the idea, write it down, and see where it goes from there. And, to clear up future confusion, Maccy isn't evil - at least, not yet. I say again, not sure where this is going to end up. Here we go... (Oh! And if you can't tell, mostly everyone is of age.)
Demeter's P.O.V.
I love him, he looks through me, his brother... loves me. Problems? Yes, I've got them. People to get advice from? Not so much. My sister isn't the best person to question on relationships. So who do I turn to? Well, it would be he who loves me, before he loved me. I think of him as a... brother, not a tom to consider. But his actual brother, on the other hand... See what I mean? I could just keep going in circles like this, but I choose not to dwell on that too much. See, it seems everyone around me is specifically paired with another, for instance; Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, Teazer, who is my best friend, now blinded by love; Victoria and Plato; Jemima and Mistoffelees; Electra and Tumble; Etcetera and Pounce; My very own sister, Bombalurina, and The Rum Tum Tugger, I could go on and on. It's like everyone else has someone in a pair but me... well, us. The three of us. Even the kittens who are barely queens have a freaking pair. Then you have me, who's been a queen for a while, stuck in this mess. Do you see what I'm talking about now? Then you have my sister, blathering on about, "Oh, gold and silver are meant to be together. Come on, Deme, just because you're younger doesn't mean you have to be the dumb one."
When she said that, I looked her straight on and said, "I'm not." And then I'd walked away. Face it, everyone, I don't like Munkustrap. At least - not that way. I'm sure she was staring after me, dumbfounded, because I very rarely snap at people. I'm always the "quiet, shy one" according to most people. Boy does that piss me off, that we have to be stereo-typed like that. I mean, Everlasting Cat, can't we just be cats? Rather than, "the slut", or, "The flirt", yadda yadda yadda, I mean, who cares? This is why I'm "quiet", I don't feel the need to vent my hostility on these idiots. That's right, if you're Mistoffelees, hacking into my thoughts, I don't feel the need to talk. Like my sister does, for instance. And it seems the only one who truly understands, or used to, I'm not so sure now that she's met Jerrie, is Teazer. But I haven't actually seen her lately. Maybe I should fix that. But, you see, they don't get why the "quiet, shy one" and the "outrageous, loud, funny, talkative one" are best friends. Maybe we balance each other out, I don't know, but we are. Although, some people haven't realized yet, but Teaze has been getting some... ah, bad habits. She's starting to become a thief. I don't like that aspect of her, maybe that's why we haven't been together recently. And, well, she's always with Jerrie, who hasn't been helping her stop it, quite the contrary, actually. And now she's starting to talk like him, with that stupid Cockney accent. I personally think that actually makes them sound more civilized, rather than nasty thieves. Everything's been changing so drastically lately, and I'm not ready, or liking, it at all.
[A/N] I'm aware it's short, but think of that as a... prologue. And the plot just took off in my mind - you'll see, given you stick with it...
