Title:Kitty – Chapter 1
Author: geoffaree
Pairing:Bob/Mikey
Rating:PG-13
POV:First, Mikey's
Summary:Bob was the first one to notice that they were real, the ears I mean, the one's sticking up from slits in my knit cap.
Disclaimer:Fake, oh so very, very fake.

Bob was the first one to notice that they were real, the ears I mean, the one's sticking up from slits in my knit cap. Everyone else at school just figured me for another of the anime freaks, like I sat in a corner everyday reading manga or something. Well, I did occasionally pick up a yaoi now and then, but really I was just not into that whole scene. But I guess when you go around 'wearing' cat ears people tend to make assumptions.

I transferred to this high school because it was the one furthest away from my middle school, and therefore I was less likely to run into people that maybe kinda, knew things about me. I get tired of girls petting me like I was some weird animal in a zoo.

Maybe I was.

Well, I learned my lesson about telling people my secrets. At least this one, I refused to go back in the closet, it was hard enough getting out of it the first time; plus it's dark and kinda lonely in there. So, when a girl asked me out sophomore year, I just told her the truth about my love of dick. Well, not in so many words, I didn't wanna make her cry or anything, but I needed to be perfectly clear.

Anyways, back to the ears, I don't know how I got them; they've always just sorta been there. They're a slightly darker brown than my hair, with black tips. No I don't have human one's too, and I keep my hair longish to hide that fact. Some days I wear a hat that presses them down, so people don't see 'em every time I go to school; but I hate doing that. It makes me feel all twitchy and everything gets muffled.

I also have to hide the tail, oh did I not mention that? Sorry. Well, it's pretty long, I can almost wrap it around my middle twice. It's the same sandy color as my hair, with a black tuft at the end. I take a lot of care to keep it sleek and clean, guess I'm more like a cat than I want to admit. When I'm at school I have to hide it in a pant leg, which is uncomfortable and probably gave me away more than the ears to Bryar. In fact, I'm sure it did, 'cause he told me so himself.

I guess I should start from the beginning, less confusing that way. Well, first off my name is Michael, but I prefer Mikey and this story starts one rainy Tuesday in October; when Bob Bryar transferred in from Chicago and decided that I was worth paying some special attention to.