This is based off a game me and Hazel did about a week ago....and please don't get mad at me if I suck at POV stories.
Jemima's P.O.V.
"Come on, Lectra!" I yelled, pulling in front of my best friend.
Pounce was it.
"I'm trying!" she yelled back, running and trying to catch up with me.
We didn't want to be it. No one wants to be it.
But then we heard Pouncivul shout: "Vicky's it!"
I think we slowed down almost immediately.
"We're safe now, huh?" I asked, panting slightly.
"Yeah. The most Vicky'll do is say 'I don't want to be it!' then go off in a corner and pout."
It was true. Victoria never liked playing games that involved her being it.
"Unless she's actually playing today," I reasoned. "She can actually run pretty fast."
Electra practically snorted. "Only 'cause of those ballet jumps and turns. Have you ever been in the way of one of her jump-kick things?"
"No." I always watched out for those. Still do.
"Well, lucky you. They hurt!" she said, rubbing her back.
I believed that.
"So, do you know how many toms she's bringing to the ball?" Leccy asked.
"Umm...I know it's more than one."
Mistoffelees, for one. Probably Pounce and Tumble, too.
"I know she's bringing Misto,"
Score for Jem.
"Plato, Mungo, Munkus, Admetus, Pounce," Electra listed, ticking off each tom on one of her fingers.
"What about Tumble?" I asked. And, no, I wasn't asking because I liked him. Truthfully.
"Nope. But I'm feeling like I'm forgetting someone," she said. Her brow was furrowed, the way it always got when she tried really hard to remember something.
We were wandering around the junkyard. Very slowly, but wandering.
"Oh, Alonzo!" she said, snapping her fingers.
Yikes. Didn't want to hear that name. Oh, I felt bad for Vicky. Getting Cass mad was not pretty.
"So that's six? And what was last year, four?"
"Wait, I forgot Tugger. So seven."
"Does he even count? He goes with practically every queen," I reasoned.
"He does. She asked him yesterday."
Well, okay then. Then I heard the padding of paws coming towards us.
Electra tensed. "Who's there?" she called out.
Tumble's head popped around the corner.
We both relaxed. For a moment, that is.
Suddenly, Vicky landing in front of all three of us. I guessed she was playing that day.
"You're it," she said, poking Tumble's arm.
All I know is that the next thing we did was Electra pulled me into the bushes. Did I mention that she was an expert hider?
Before I could ask any questions, she had clapped a paw over my mouth and watched between the leaves carefully.
"Alright," she said after a little bit, taking her paw off my mouth and pushing me out of the bushes.
"I feel bad for Vicky. Getting Cassandra mad isn't fun," I said. At least, it hadn't been for me.
"How do you know? Did you get her mad or something?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Umm, yes," I answered. It had been against me to lie.
"Doing what?" Electra asked.
"Nothing," I said, a little too fast. But she dropped it.
We walked in silence for a little.
But then she asked: "So are you going to the ball with anyone?" Her voice was what we called 'Vicky'. As in, girly.
"Umm, not yet," I said, cautious. You never knew where Electra would take things.
"Okay."
We walked in silence again.
"So, who do you like?" she asked, her voice 'Vicky' again.
I stared at her.
"Because Victoria was saying that you like Tumblebrututs."
"Umm...well, I..." Like I said, it's against myself to lie.
Electra knew that.
"So you do!" she all but squealed.
Electra's P.O.V.
Jem liked Tumble! How cute.
No way in san heck am I going to say who I like.
"So, what exactly did you do to get Cass angry?" I asked.
She was turning pink beneath her fur. "Nothing," was her reply.
Then she stopped walking.
"Where are we, exactly?" she asked.
"I don't know. Let's go through the bushes!" I love bushes. I blend in so well.
She sighed. "Let's go."
I don't think I've been in these before...wonder where they go.
"What the heck?" Jem said when we go to the other side. That's what went through my head, too.
"Are we in the front of the junkyard? How those that work?" I asked. I don't truthfully like things that don't make sense.
Jemima shrugged. Then her eyes lit up. "There's Misto!"
Misto! Where? Oh, there!
We started running towards him.
"Hey, Misto!" Jem said, skidding to a halt. "Tumble's it, you know."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "And you expect me to poof you somewhere?"
"Well...yeah, pretty much," she said.
Her and not being able to lie.
Wait, why is Misto looking at me!? And why does he have that amused look on his face?!
"Well," he said, a grin spreading out over his face. "Tumble got me. And Electra's it!"
Author's Notes:
Well? Did I do a good job?