Okay so if you read the title, that means you know I need help with coming up with one for this story. PM me one if you come up with a good one. Make it something clever and have to do with cats (Spoiler alert the story has to do with cats).
Also you can ask any questions about the story, PM or leave a review about anything. And by the way Hillary and Bryan are from Jefferson, Texas. Alright that's all for now. Remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!
"Come on, get a move on already," Bryan yelled as he honked the car's horn loudly. Hillary jumped at the sound and covered her ears. An angry hiss came from the cat carrier on her lap. "Bryan! A little warning next time!" Bryan shrugged and smirked. Hillary punched him in the arm. "Don't give me that," she said. "Giving me just a shrug and an evil smile…" "Uh, actually it's a smirk, not an evil smile," Bryan pointed out as he ran a hand through his red brown hair. Hillary rolled her eyes and rested her head on the window of the car.
Water trickled down as the pounding of rain continued. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. "What are you, in a sad music video?" Hillary opened her eyes and turned towards her brother. She glared at him and said "You know, your wit never disappoints." Bryan glanced over to her. "I try." He took his hands off of the steering wheel and crossed his arms. Ordinarily, Hillary would be screaming frantically and bracing herself for impending doom. Because of the traffic jam though, Hillary would not be seeing her life flash her eyes. She propped her head on her hand and asked "How long do traffic jams last?"
"Not sure," Bryan replied, "Sometimes an hour." "An hour!" Hillary knew traffic jams in NYC were bad but not this bad. "My friend got into one that lasted almost two hours," Bryan added, "I think he went to watch a movie… I wonder what movie he watched." "Two hours! What do you do when that happens?" "I don't know, cry." "Oh thanks," Hillary said sarcastically, "That was very specific." "You didn't specify you question enough." Suddenly there was a loud honk and an angry shout. "Hey get a move on already!" "Just ignore them," Bryan said as Hillary tried to turn around to see who was shouting. "They're New Yorkers, they enjoy yelling at everyone." "I'm already starting to like Jefferson better," Hillary mumbled to herself.
She heard a meow coming from the back of the car. She looked over her shoulder. "Hush," she said softly to the three cat carriers in the back seats. "You know, I think you have a problem," her brother said. "What?" "I mean, you own four cats. That's an awful lot of cats. You'll turn into a crazy cat lady," Bryan teased. Hillary's cheeks turned red as she yelled angrily "Well at least I take care of them! If I let them at home they would have died from hunger!" "Lily would've taken care of them," her brother pointed out.
Hillary leaned back into her seat and said in a low voice "Lily would have covered them in glitter and dress them up in ballerina costumes." "True." Lily was Bryan's and Hillary's younger sister. Unlike her twin Julie, who was extremely tom-boyish and hated anything pink, Lily was into anything and everything girly. The majority of her clothes were pink and sparkly and she has a nasty habit of dressing up the cats in humiliating costumes.
The car was quiet for awhile until Bryan finally said "You're still a crazy cat person." "I AM NOT A CRAZY CAT PERSON!" Hillary glared at Bryan, hoping to make him feel insignificant or at least mildly uncomfortable. Why? No reason really, it was just something that siblings do. Bryan stared back at her until he said "You have green eyes today." "They are hazel," she huffed. Bryan turned his eyes back to the road and shrugged. "They look green." "Well they ain't." In front of them, cars started to slowly move forward. "Oh hallelujah," Bryan said, "We won't be stuck here for the rest of our natural lives." He sat up and turned the car back on. Slowly the car crawled down the street.
The car was filled with silence except from the occasional hisses from the cat carrier on Hillary's lap. "Can you tell your cat to shut up?" "First off, his name is Warhol. Second off, he doesn't understand English." "Maybe cats are an intelligence species, more intelligence than us, and they are secretly plotting our doom," Bryan said as he drummed the steering wheel with his fingers. "If that's the case then I will gladly volunteer you to be the first one to die," Hillary responded. "Aw, that's not nice," Bryan said with a hurt look. "Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt poor Scoops' feelings?" Bryan's face flushed a deep scarlet. "Don't call me Scoops." "What was that Scoops? I didn't hear you," Hillary continued to tease.
"In an attempt to change the conversation," Bryan exclaimed loudly, "How do you like NYC so far?" Hillary shrugged and looked out the window. Even in the bad weather, people were walking throughout the streets and sidewalks. "Rainy I guess. I heard it snows here." "Yeah, it does. Last year there was a huge blizzard." It was quiet in the car again. Hillary wanted to ask something that had been on her mind all day but did not know how to bring it up. She looked over her shoulder to her brother and asked in a small voice "Are there… Are there gangs here?" "Well yeah, there's gangs in Texas and pretty much everywhere." ""No, I meant…" Hillary bit her lips and looked for the right words. "Last year, they said that there were ninja gangs. And aliens. And-And now I sound stupid."
Hillary saw Bryan's shoulders tense and he got quiet. Finally he said "That's ridiculous. Aliens don't exist. And ninjas in New York? Sounds like some cheesy eighties movie." "Yeah, ridiculous," Hillary muttered to herself. The car started to pick up speed as the crowd of cars started to lessen. "Hey, um, have you gotten the rent flyers out yet," Bryan said. "Shoot I forgot," Hillary said quickly. "I'm real sorry, I was going to do it but—" "Nah, it's okay," Bryan said casually, "We'll just print some out tomorrow." "Alright, just remind me," Hillary said.
Bryan nodded and did not say another. Hillary bit her lips and tapped her fingers against the cat carrier Warhol was in. She had been uneasy about traveling to NYC. Certain "disasters" had happen over the past year or so which made her scared. She closed her eyes and repeated the same three words in her head to reassure her nothing bad would happen.
Aliens don't exist. Aliens don't exist. Aliens don't exist…
"I like your hair," the woman at the counter said to Hillary. "Huh?" The woman had caught Hillary off guard. It wasn't like Hillary was not listening; just more preoccupied about not dropping the heavy box she was carrying. "I like you're hair," the woman reiterated. "Oh, thanks," Hillary said as she patted her auburn hair. She remember when she had got the inverted bob she had now. Her mother pouted the whole day after it was all chopped off. She never liked short hairstyles for woman.
As Hillary removed her hand carrying the box to pat her hair she started to lose her grip on it. She clumsily caught it and struggled to lift it up. "Ignore my sister. She's a crazy cat lady," Bryan said as he continued to sign a paper. Hillary frowned at the comment and her whole face flushed. The woman behind the counter chuckled. Her black curls bounced as she laughed at Bryan's joke. "It ain't that funny," Hillary said to herself. "Aaand done." Bryan dropped the pen he was using and handed a stack of papers to the lady.
The woman took it and picked up a pair of keys. She gently dropped them into Bryan's hand and said "Here are the keys. If you two need any extras just ask. Your room is on the second floor, number 2B. Do you need any help with your luggage?" Hillary opened her mouth to say something when Bryan interrupted "We're good, thank you." The woman smiled bright and said "You're welcome." Bryan was already heading for the elevator when Hillary stopped to say "Thanks." She caught up with her brother and carefully got into the small elevator.
The doors closed and Hillary felt a jerk as the elevator started to rise. Hillary stared into her reflection from the shiny metal doors. She had not realized how terrible she looked. When they had arrived at the apartment, Hillary remembered that she packed her coat in one of her boxes. Instead of digging it out, she had the bright idea of running through the rain into the apartment building. She deeply regretted doing so now. Her make-up was starting to run and her wet clothes clung to her skin, making her look lumpy. "I look terrible," she thought out loud. "I don't know why you decided not to get out your coat," Bryan said. There was a ding as the elevator arrived at the floor. The doors opened slowly and Bryan and Hillary made their way into the hallway.
Bryan walked ahead of Hillary and led her to her new apartment. "Ready," he asked. "Just open the damn door already, this is heavy," Hillary said impatiently. Bryan unlocked the door and swung it wide open. He spread his arms apart and said "Welcome to your new temporary home!" Hillary dropped the box on the floor and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm not gonna lie, this place it a dump," she said as she looked around. It may not have been filthy but it was cramped and seemed too small for Hillary. There wasn't any furniture except for a TV and an old worn-down recliner. Near the entrance was a small kitchen area with a fridge, microwave, and a stove. "Hey, this is a very luxurious place by apartment standards," Bryan said. "Must be pretty low standards then."
Hillary looked around and said "Where's the bathroom? And bedroom?" "Luckily for you, you have a separate room for the bedroom and bathroom." Bryan opened a small door built into the wall. He looked inside and closed the door. "That's the closet. I totally knew that," he said. He opened another door that led into the bedroom. "Found it!" "Oh yes, whatever would I do if you hadn't found it," Hillary said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're welcome," Bryan said. "I'll go get the rest of your things." Bryan left and closed the door quietly behind him. Hillary sighed and mumbled to herself "At least there's a balcony."