Author's Note: I know I usually do Phineas and Ferb stories (and I have some the really need to be updated), but I got this idea after going through the Bolt archive and, somehow, getting hooked by the BoltxMittens stories. So, here's mine.

Also, points of view are third person.

I don't own Bolt or its characters.

(Bolt POV)

A shifting in the bed woke Bolt up. Blinking sleepily, he stood up, then yawned as he stretched his front paws out. He glanced to where his person normally slept, only to find it empty. But before he could wonder where Penny went, he heard the bathroom door shut suddenly. I guess she woke me up as she got out, he thought.

Bolt shook himself and nimbly jumped off the bed. If Penny was up, Penny's mom would have their food ready.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed the TV on. "Hey Rhino," Bolt said as he headed for the kitchen. The hamster merely acknowledged his presence with a salute while stuffing a peanut in his mouth, his attention fully taken up by the 'magic box.'

Penny's mother was cooking something on the stove when Bolt walked in. "Good morning, Bolt. There's already food in your dish."

Bolt barked his thanks and started to eat.

As he did, something seemed to be missing. At first, he tried to ignore it, but the feeling got stronger as he ate. Once he finished eating, however, he noticed what it was.

Mittens usually ate breakfast with him. But not only was her dish empty, but he hadn't seen her yet.

He ran into the living room. "Rhino, have you seen Mittens?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah." Bolt waited for the hamster to continue. But Rhino just zoned out.

"Well, where is she?" Bolt asked, getting quite annoyed.

"Oh, she's outside. Probably napping in the sun again."

Or, Bolt thought as he headed for the dog door, she might be talking to that cat again.

He couldn't help but recall that first day…

He was just returning from a walk with Penny. As she took the leash off of Bolt, he looked around. After a walk, he usually shared what he had seen with Mittens.

He spotted her laying by one of the trees in the yard. He walked over, but as he did, he noticed an orange and white cat sitting nearby.

As he got closer, he heard the two of them laugh at something. And that's when he felt something. He felt… Angry? Upset? Neither of those were the right words. He couldn't explain why, but he instantly didn't like that orange cat.

Mittens noticed him. "Hey Bolt. This here is Jack. He lives just down the road."

Jack looked at Bolt and immediately shot up. "Dog!" he shouted.

Mittens laughed. "Jack, I told you, Bolt doesn't chase cats."

Bolt nodded, while trying to resist the urge to do exactly that.

Jack tentatively sat back down. "Well, if you say so."

Mittens seemed to be amused, while Bolt was wrestling with himself.

He didn't know why he disliked this cat so much. He wondered if it was a lingering affect of believing all cats were just plain evil.

"Hey, Bolt. Would you mind if you told me about your walk later? I was kinda in the middle of a conversation with Jack."

Bolt felt a little hurt, but he simply said, "Okay, Mittens," and walked inside…

Even though Mittens had talked to him later, it still felt off. Not to mention that Bolt had found her talking with Jack every day since then. Eventually, he had stopped walking over to her after his walk.

And all the while, that feeling he had first gotten when he saw Mittens with Jack grew. He still had no idea what that feeling was, or why he felt it.

He pushed through the dog door and, to his relief, he saw Mittens napping in the sun.

He just sat down and looked at her.

She seemed so peaceful. Her fur was rippling in the slight breeze.

"What do you want, Bolt?"

Bolt started in surprise. "You're awake?"

Mittens stretched her front paws. "Well, considering the fact that I'm talking to you, yes."

Bolt chuckled at her sarcasm. "Well, I have this… problem."

Mittens sat up and licked one of her paws. "Shoot."

"Well, I have this… friend who- well, she's pretty amazing and- well, she just met this other guy-"

"Bolt," Mittens grinned, "get to the point."

"Okay. I got this weird feeling about the guy. I really don't like him. But I don't even know him! I just- I just don't like him. Is there something wrong with me?"

Mittens laughed. "Bolt, you're fine. You're just jealous."

"Jealous? That's it? But I've been jealous before, and it felt nothing like this!"

"Yeah, but there's something here." She grinned as she continued. "That friend of yours, you seem to like her a lot. In fact, just from what you told me, I'd say you have a crush on her."

"A crush?"

"You know, a crush." When Bolt's confused look failed to vanish, she further explained, "As in, you love her."

"WHAT?" Bolt shouted, jumping to his feet. Did she just say that I'm in love?

Am I in love with Mittens?

"Yeah, and it sounds pretty bad. So, what she look like? Just tell me it isn't some poodle, those stuck up little…"

"Ummm, I really shouldn't say," Bolt mumbled, starting to head in.

But Mittens blocked his path. "Oh, come on, Bolt. We're friends, right? Can you at least tell me her name? I mean, I don't know any dogs around here other than you, so that should be fine."

"Mittens, I can't… not yet."

Mittens looked hurt. Then an angry look came to her eye. "You know what? Fine. Don't tell me. Just don't bother coming to me with questions again!" She stalked into the house.

"Mittens! Wait, I-" But he stopped as the door slid shut.

Bolt lay on Penny's bed, as he had for hours. He was thinking.

I can't believe it. I go to ask her why I didn't like that Jack, and I end up finding out that I might be in love with Mittens! Then she ends up mad at me!

He sighed and sifted for the hundredth time.

Could I really be in love with Mittens? Really! She's a cat and I'm a dog, for starters. I may still be new at being normal, but even I know that a dog and a cat shouldn't fall in love.

Well, a voice in his head told him, you've never led a normal life. Why should love be any different?

Problem two, he countered, is that she's my best friend.

How is that a problem? That just means you know more about her and she knows more about you. You already have a great foundation to start a relationship on!

But she might get freaked out about her best friend loving her! What if she ends our friendship?

You know Mittens isn't that shallow. She'd just put it down as one of those weird things about you that she won't understand. She's done it before.

Problem three is that she probably doesn't feel the same way! I mean, when I mentioned it, the first thing she thought was that I had a crush on another dog.

Well, she might not have any idea that you might think of her that way. And if you don't let her know, you'll never find out if she would feel the same way!

Bolt sighed again, but he realized that the voice was probably right. He wouldn't get anything straightened out until he told Mittens.

But even as he did, he could not shake the fears that he had admitted to himself.

(Mittens POV)

Mittens was still mad at Bolt. Doesn't he trust me?

She tried to curl up tighter, but failed. Even the warmth of the sunlight she was in failed to ease her pain.

Then, of course, in walked Bolt. He took a deep breath, like he was attempting to calm himself.

She twitched her ear as he did. "Go away, Bolt."

He walked over to her. "Mittens, I'm sorry about earlier. I just was confused. After all, I've never been in love before."

Mittens raised her head and looked at her canine friend. She saw sorrow in his eyes. She realized how tough this had been for him to, so she gave him a gentle smile. "I'm sorry too, Bolt. I shouldn't have tried to force it from you. After all, love is a pretty personal thing." She laughed at herself. "I guess curiosity nearly killed the cat, huh?"

Bolt gave her a small smile. "Yeah, well- I was thinking of telling you a little about her now."

Mittens blinked in surprise. But curiosity got the best of her again. "Well, tell me!"

Bolt chuckled lightly. "Well, the first thing is that I'm worried about how she'll react when I tell her." He lowered his head sadly. "What if she rejects me and doesn't want to be friends anymore?"

Mittens frowned as she heard this. "Listen, Bolt. If she is a real friend, even if she doesn't love you back, she won't let something like this stop your friendship. If she did, she wouldn't be worth your time anyway."

Bolt seemed to brighten at her words. "Okay, something else… Well, she's beautiful. She has the most beautiful fur I can imagine, the perfect shade of black, and her eyes are like emeralds."

Wow, Mittens thought. He must really be falling for this girl.

"She is funny and sarcastic, but she always is willing to help me out."

Hey, that sounds a lot like me! I've really got to meet this girl!

"I met her a while ago. I was lost and very confused. I thought she was part of a group that was after me. But I after I dragged her across the country, she became my best friend."

Wait… Is he…?

Bolt looked right into her eyes and said, "Her name is Mittens."

Mittens locked up. She couldn't move, or even think. She just stared at him, in utter shock.

"Mittens what I'm trying to say is that I- I love you." Bolt's eyes never left hers. A mixture of hope and fear played across them, and beneath it all, Mittens saw the longing he felt. The longing he felt for her.

She finally snapped out of it. "Bolt, I- How did- This wasn't what I was expecting." She wrapped her tail around herself, anxious as she had never been before. "I don't think I've ever heard of a dog falling for a cat."

Bolt actually chuckled at that. "Yeah, I figured as much. But I honestly don't care. And I don't think any cat and dog have gone through as much as us."

"You have a point there." Mittens smirked. But it faded quickly. "Bolt, I can honestly say that I don't love you that way. I don't know if I ever will."

Bolt sighed, and said, his voice filled with regret, "I thought you might say that. I'll just go…" He stood up and started walking, slowly, toward the exit.

Mittens watched for a second, then dashed in front of him. "Bolt, you do remember what I said though, right?"

"Hm?"

"I said that if that girl was a true friend, she wouldn't stop being your friend, even if you told her. And I don't intend to make myself a liar." She smiled gently at him. "So, still friends?"

His gratitude was as radiant as the smile he gave her. "Yeah. Still friends."

They both headed down toward the porch.

"So, that guy you were jealous of was Jack?"

"Yes. Which was why it was so confusing at first."

Mittens laughed. "I'll bet. But, you don't have to be. He's not going to be around for a while now. After all, he has a mate at home who just gave birth."

"Really? Wow. I guess I was jealous for nothing, then?"

"Maybe."

"Hey Mittens?"

"Yeah, Bolt?"

"Can we play fetch?"

Mittens grinned. "Sure, Bolt."

There we go. Now, I may or may not add a second chapter to this story. Review and tell me if I should!