A/N:I need to stop getting inspired to write all these Lams fanfics lmao.


"Hey, waiter!"

John sighed and turned around. "Yes, sir?"

The angry man scowled at him. "There's a fly in my soup!" he said, as if it was all John's fault.

John dipped his head in apology. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll get you another soup ready." He took the bowl in his hands and left for the kitchen. As he walked away, he heard the man grumble to his companion, "I told you this place was bad news."

When John came back with a fresh bowl of soup, the man ate it and then abruptly left. He didn't even leave a tip. His friend paid and followed the man out the door.

"Come back again soon!" John called after them, since that was what the waiters were supposed to do, to show this restaurant had a "friendly atmosphere." In reality, John secretly hoped the man never came back again.

He entered the kitchen. Peggy came bounding up to him. The younger girl had a huge grin on her face.

"What's up now?" John asked.

Peggy showed him the cream pie in her hands. "There's this guy who wants to propose to his girlfriend, so he asked the chefs to put the ring in this pie."

"Aw, that's so sweet."

Peggy giggled. "I know, right?" She and John came out of the kitchen. "They're over there." She pointed over at a young couple sitting near one of the restaurants' windows. A lit candle sat on the table between them. "They even have a candle. So romantic."

"So… you gonna give 'em the cream pie or what?" John inquired.

"Oh yeah!" Peggy hurried over to the couple, and placed the cream pie in front of the girl. She winked at the man and hurried away back to John. "Let's see how it goes."

As the two waiters watched, the girl took a bite of her pie. Her eyes widened when she felt something hard in her mouth. She spit it out and stared in astonishment at the diamond ring in her hand. She raised a quizzical eyebrow at her boyfriend, who took the ring and got down on one knee. The girl started crying tears of joy, and practically tackled the man, who slid the ring onto her finger.

"Finally," John whispered, more to himself than to Peggy. "Something wholesome for my shitty evening."

Peggy sighed. "Can't wait for the day I get married. It will be so romantic. Maria and I will say our wedding vows on a beach, and there will be a sunset, and the little flower girl will come skipping down the aisle…" While Peggy was busy fantasizing about her dream wedding, John's thoughts were elsewhere.

A wedding, huh? he thought. It would be nice to get married. His eye caught some movement on the far side of the restaurant. "Looks like some customers are done with their meal."

He walked over to a table where a group of girls his age were preparing to go. One of the girls saw him approaching, and nudged a second girl. The second girl looked up, and her eyes widened upon seeing John. The first girl whispered something into Girl #2's ear, making Girl #2 blush.

"You ladies done with your meal?" John asked.

Girl #1 giggled. "Yeah, here's our check." She handed a check to John, and he noticed the napkin she subtlety snuck into his hand as well. There was a name and number written in pen on the napkin. John raised an eyebrow at the girls, and Girl #2 blushed a deep red. She shyly looked away.

Oh boy. "I'm sorry," John said. "But I'm already taken." Girl #2's smile faded, but she nodded understandingly. Girl #1, however, wasn't done yet.

"Oh come on, give her a chance, will ya? Can your girlfriend cook and clean as well as Lyla? Can she do quick math calculations in her head? Can she sing the entire soundtrack of 21 Chump Street? I doubt she's even that pretty."

"Amy," Girl #2 said. "That's enough. He already said no. Let's go."

But Amy ignored her. Instead, she leaned in close to John, who suddenly felt uncomfortable and took a step back. "Lyla's been waiting a long time to ask you out, y'know. How 'bout you ditch that girlfriend of yours and date her instead?"

John glared at her. Wow. Rude. "I'm sorry I rejected your friend, ok? But there's nothing I can do about it. And by the way—" John gave her a coy smile. "My boyfriend can do all of those things."

There was a moment of silence before it finally sunk in. Amy's face darkened. "Oh, he's a homo," she drawled, and turned to go. "Come on, Lylie. There's plenty of fish in the sea. He wasn't even that good looking anyway." She marched away, leaving an angry John fuming in her wake.

"Sorry about my friend," Lyla apologized, seeing the look of bloody murder on John's face. "She just shipped us so hard. Maybe too hard." She twirled a strand of her hair. "It's ok that you don't like me back. I was kind of preparing myself for rejection anyway."

John's gaze softened. At least this chick was nice. "I hope you do find someone in the future who will return your feelings. Sorry I'm not the one."

Lyla laughed. "It's okay. And I wish the best for you and your boyfriend." She waved. "Bye!"

John watched her go, then turned to clean up the table, unaware that he was smiling to himself. Maybe people weren't so bad after all.

When the restaurant was finally closed for the day, John was well worn out. He said bye to Peggy and started his walk home.

I wonder if the pharmacy is still open, John thought. Who am I kidding, the sign literally says "Open 24 Hours." He stopped at said pharmacy and peeked through the window. The pharmacy clerk was a boy with jet black hair in a manbun. Not the boy John was looking for. He must've went home. He started walking a bit faster after that, anticipation fueling his step.

Eventually, John made it to his apartment. He rattled his keys into the keyhole and opened the door. The lights were already on, and John could smell something cooking on the stove.

"I'm back!" he called loudly, then waited.

"Mrow!" A cat's head popped up from John's couch. It was white with a brown back and brown-tipped ears and tail. "Meow!" The cat jumped onto the top of the couch and stared at John with its big, brown eyes.

John smiled. "Hey, Alex." Suddenly, the cat leaped off the couch toward John. Poof! It suddenly disappeared in midair, replaced by a man who tackled John to the floor. The man, whose messy brown hair was falling out of his ponytail, grinned down at John.

"Gotcha," he declared triumphantly.

John groaned. "That actually hurt, y'know," he wheezed, and it was true. He felt like the wind just got knocked out of him.

Alex rolled his eyes. "What took you so long? I missed you." His eyes narrowed. "You smell like another human."

John snorted. "Of course I smell like other humans. I work at a restaurant, dummy." When Alex continued staring suspiciously at him, he sighed. "Okay, so this one girl asked me out today." Alex's teasing smile vanished. "Oh, come on. Don't give me that look." John reached a hand up and stroked Alex's cheek with it. He smiled. "You know you're the only one for me."

Alex relaxed, and he bent down to kiss John, burying his hand into John's curls. John wrapped his other hand around Alex's waist and pulled him closer. The crappy day melted away into the back of his head, and he forgot the grumpy customer and the rude girl. All that was on his mind was Alex.

John also almost forgot that he and Alex were lying halfway out the door, so that any passersby could see this makeout session happening right in the hall. He disconnected his lips from Alex, much to the other boy's disappointment.

"Hey Alex, can you get off of me for a sec? I need to close the door."

Alex let out a sigh of frustration, then scrambled off of John. He slammed the door shut, almost taking John's torso with it, and bolted all the locks. He looked back at John, clearly annoyed. "Happy now?"

"Yeah." John trudged over to the couch and plopped down. He let his head loll back, and closed his eyes. A moment later, he felt Alex sit down next to him.

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

"Bad day at work today?"

"Yeah."

"Hungry?"

"Yeah."

"Lucky for you, I made us some dinner already!"

"It's salmon, isn't it?"

"How did you know?"

"'Cuz that's all you ever want to eat for dinner."

Alex pouted. "I also included some spinach and eggs." He sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "Oh shit, I left it on the stove for too long." He hurried over and turned off the stove. "Alright, dinner's ready, love!" He happily sat back down on the couch again, and handed a plate full of food to John.

John put a forkful of eggs into his mouth. Alex watched him expectantly. "Well?" he asked.

"It's pretty good. A bit burnt, but you're getting better."

Alex puffed up with pride. "Ha! I'm pretty awesome, after all."

John smiled fondly at his boyfriend. "Yes, you are," he said softly, and nuzzled his head into Alex's shoulder.

Alex blushed, but embraced it nonetheless. "Aw shucks, now you're making me blush."

"No, really. Thanks for always being there for me."

Alex kissed the top of his head. "You're welcome, love."

The two of them sat in silence for a while. "How long has it been?" John asked in wonder. "Three years? Feels like only yesterday when we first met."

Alex nodded. "Yeah."

"You were naked," John recalled, chuckling to himself.

"And you tried to hit me with a bat," Alex scolded.

"I thought I was hallucinating."

"And I thought I was dreaming."

"Funny how these things work, right?"

"Yeah."

"And look at us now." John gestured to themselves. "Cuddling on a couch. Three years ago, I wouldn't even let you go near my bed."

Alex grinned. "But you won't get in bed unless I'm already in there with you." He sighed. "Three years..."


A/N:So this is a Kitty Cat AU I thought up in math class a while back. I wondered what Alex would look like as a cat and boom! This fanfic was born. I'll be trying out some new ships in this fic as well(you can already see I'm including Meggy for the first time) and I'll hope you'll enjoy! Sorry if the quality is bad. I'm leaving for a trip, but I wanted to post something I leave, so here it is!