AF: Eeey! It's me again! Wow, I didn't think that so many wonderful people would like my story! Thank you all for your love and support! It makes me feel so happy to know that I was able to make something that other people can enjoy! Thank you all once again!
Well, here it is! The second chapter! I've always struggled on thinking of what to write next in my stories, but for some reason with this one a bunch of ideas just come to me! Whew! It's nice not to have writer's block all the time! Oh, before we start, the disclaimer! ArtistFox does not own anything! Please don't arrest me! Alright, now, lets begin!
It was Saturday, and that meant that Pidge could ignore all adult responsibilities and sleep in until 2 in the afternoon. She would have lazed around longer if it were not for someone banging on the door as if their life depended on it. Pidge snorted awake. She looked around; her sleep addled brain trying to comprehend what was going on. She was sitting at her desk with her computer on in front of her. A small puddle of drool had accumulated next to the keyboard. Oh not again. This was the third time this week she fell asleep at her desk. Wiping the trail of drool from her chin, she tried to locate what had woken her up.
Did she just imagine it? Leaning over, she squinted at the computer screen and checked the time. It was too early to go over to Lance's place, so who would be at the door?
She froze when the door was banged on again, this time in a specific pattern. She recognized it as Lance's 'secret knock'. Groaning, she threw her arm over her eyes. What does he want at this time? She already agreed to go over and help him. Sighing, she pushed the chair out from the desk and stood up. She reached up to stretch out her sore muscles, and rubbed at the crick in her neck.
'Well, that's what I get for sleeping in a chair.' She thought grumpily. Her phone suddenly buzzed, and Lance's face showed on the screen. Pidge unplugged her phone and swiped to answer the call.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in joining the Idiot Club. Try someone else." It wasn't her best snipe, but she had just woken up so she wasn't the sharpest knife in the corpse's back at the moment.
"Pidge get your lazy ass up and answer the door."
"It's like the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
"It's 2:15 in the afternoon!"
"A minor detail. But seriously, why are you here? Is something the matter?"
"Open the door and I'll tell you."
Sighing, Pidge ended the call and dragged herself down the hallway.
"I swear if this is something stupid, Rover is gunna get an early dinner." She unlocked the door and opened it, revealing Lance holding a bag of fast-food.
"Lunch." He announced, marching into the apartment.
"Well hello to you too." Pidge grumbled, feeling slightly better now that he brought a peace offering. Lance looked around at the apartment and shook his head.
"How you can live in this place is a mystery to me. Why is there so much clutter?" He shoved a stack of magazines off of the couch and sat down. Pidge threw herself next to him and reached into the paper bag to fish out a burger.
"I have a system. Everything has a place and I know where that place is." Lance shook his head and grabbed his own burger.
"What it is is a mess. At least clean up a bit sometime!" Pidge threw her feet onto the coffee table and took a large bite out of her burger.
"Not gunna happen. I'm too busy."
"With what? Video games and Netflix?"
"Don't forget those sweet, sweet memes." Lance sighed and shook his head.
"Anyway, your hazard-zone house aside, I need a favor!" Pidge paused mid-chew.
"You couldn't wait until tonight to ask me?"
"No, because it will require some preparation. And I don't want to just spring it at you with no warning. I need you to watch Blue tonight!" Pidge froze. She swallowed nervously, trying to appear calm.
"O-Oh come on. I'm sure she'll be fine for a couple of hours." Lance gasped and put a hand on his heart.
"I can't just abandon my child during our movie night! You have to support her, she'll be devastated to learn that I'm not going to be there with her!"
"Lance, she's a cat, she'll be fine!"
"Devastated!"
Pidge shook her head and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"Can't you ask someone else? You know cats don't like me."
"Pidge. Are you high?"
"Lance what the heck?"
"If you weren't, then you would know that cats don't hate you, they're just being cats."
"Easy for you to say! You weren't scratched in the face when you were five by a demon puffball!" Lance gave her a look.
"We've had this talk before! That was a long time ago, and you were just unlucky to meet a nasty cat. Not all of them are like that. Besides, you've been near Blue and Melemele a bunch of times!"
"I've only gone near Blue because your house has a rad entertainment system. And Hunk pampers Melemele so much that she's too fat to attack me, so I know that I won't get my eyeballs clawed out if I go near her."
"You are the only individual I know who hates cats. You truly are a gremlin."
"And proud of it." Lance stuck out his bottom lip and batted his eyelashes.
"Puh-leeeeaaaseee Katie? I promise you'll be fine! If you do it, I'll be your best friend!"
"I already am, and I've been regretting it ever since."
"Katie..." He whined. Pidge crossed her arms and stuck up her nose.
"No."
"Please?!" Lance was giving her the dreaded puppy-dog eyes... Aw, he looked really sad, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she-NO! She's not going to fall for that again! She must be strong!
"Not gunna happen!"
"Pleeeaaassseeee!"
"Nuh-uh."
"I'll let you play Overwatch~"
Pidge's ears twitched. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him in the corner of her eye.
"….Really?" She asked suspiciously. Lance's grin widened.
"Yep. I'll also let you hook up my laptop to the T.V. so you can play it on the big screen." Pidge thought for a moment.
"Can I eat pizza on the couch?"
"Only if you don't make a mess, yeah." Pidge frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. She really didn't want to go near the cat again, but this deal was too big to pass up. She glared her friend; Lance had her hook, line, and sinker, and he knows it. He was smirking and leaning back on the couch, watching her debate with herself. After a minute of weighing pros and cons, Pidge sighed in defeat.
"Alright. I'll do it. But if Blue attacks me, I'm marching over to the cafe and setting you on fire with one of those candles they use to set the 'mood'." Lance grinned in triumph.
"Fair enough!" He cheerfully balled up his burger wrapper and threw it into the paper bag. "Good doing business with you, Ms. Holt!"
"Cram a sock in it." Pidge mumbled with no real venom. Lance stood up and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Pidge put her own burger wrapper in the bag and walked over to put it in the trash. "So, since you're here, want to Netflix and Chill?" Lance smirked and leapt over the back of the couch and bounced on the cushions.
"If by chill you mean eat ice cream at 3 in the afternoon, then sure." Pidge grinned and grabbed two ice cream sandwiches from the freezer.
"Sounds good to me." She threw a sandwich onto Lance's lap and picked up the T.V. remote and the controller for her PS4.
"Futurama?"
"Futurama."
Pidge pointed the remote at the television and turned it on.
While binge watching T.V. was always fun, Pidge and Lance eventually had to stop in order to walk over to Lance's house to get him ready on time. Before leaving her apartment, Pidge patted Rover's terrarium.
"See you in a bit buddy." The snake didn't respond, he just stayed curled up under his rock. Pidge grabbed her purse and followed Lance out of the apartment. Lance lived in the apartment complex next-door, so it only took a few minutes before they got to his apartment. They would have gotten there sooner, if it weren't for the fact that they had to stop to pet some dogs on the way there.
Lanced opened the door and turned on the lights. Pidge walked in to the organized and nicely-decorated apartment. She was always a little jealous that Lance was so good at interior decorating. She would try in her own home, but was always too lazy to do anything more than put up a few posters.
A familiar jangle sounded from around a corner and a lithe Russian Blue cat appeared. Pidge froze in her spot, but Lance immediately ran toward her and scooped her up like a baby.
"How's my beautiful baby girl?" He cooed, giving her a smooch on the head. Blue meowed and nuzzled his chin. He turned to Pidge, who had yet to fully relax. "Say hi to Pidge!" He walked over to her and held out the cat. Pidge dropped her purse and waved her hands around, panicked.
"Ah! N-No no no no! I'm fine, you don't need to-" Blue was plopped into her hands, causing her to scream internally. The cat blinked up at her with round eyes and gave a meow of greeting. Pidge couldn't stop a shiver from going down her spine.
"Oh come on Pidge!" Lance snorted. "You work in a pet store! You handle tarantulas for Pete's sake! And yet you're scared of a little kitty cat that you've known for how many years?" Pidge gently knelt down and let Blue climb out of her hands.
"Three years." She mumbled. Lance bent down to run his hand along Blue's spine.
"Look. I know you don't like cats, but you really don't have to be scared of her every time you come over to my house." Pidge picked up her purse and set it on the counter.
"I told you, I'm not scared of them. I just...don't have a preference for them." Lance sighed and brushed the cat hair off his shirt. Their conversation was broken by the ring of the doorbell.
"See!" Pidge pointed to the door. "They know how to use a doorbell, Mr. Bang-On-The-Door-Until-Pidge-Gets-Up!" Lance rolled his eyes, smirking, and opened the door.
"Hey Hunk! Hi Allura! Wow, I haven't seen you guys in so long!" Allura snorted and followed Hunk in.
"It's been one day, Lance."
"One day of not seeing your gorgeous face! Oh, and yours too Allura." Hunk smiled and shook his head as Lance finger gunned at him.
"I don't think Keith would appreciate you flirting with another person." Hunk said, leaning down to pet Blue. Lance hid his blush behind a smirk.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him." Allura walked over and hugged Pidge.
"Hi Pidge! How're you doing?" Pidge eyed Blue, who was eagerly accepting scratches from Hunk.
"I'm doing…ok." Allura smiled, either oblivious of or ignoring Pidge's wariness of the cat.
"Great! So, are we ready to make Lance so gorgeous that Keith will either drop dead or take him home for the night?" Lance's face gained color, but he was smiling.
"I'm ready! But it won't take long, I'm already naturally drop-dead gorgeous!" Pidge snorted.
"We need to get started as soon as possible, it'll take a while to even make him presentable." She deadpanned. Allura and Hunk snorted as Lance put Pidge in a headlock and noogied her hair. Hunk sighed, making his way toward Lance's room.
"Let's hope they don't kill each other in the process."
Pidge squirmed like a madwoman in Lance's grip.
"Lance ge' off!" She finally decided to stoop to immature measures. Grabbing his arm, she licked it. Lance merely laughed.
"Did you forget how many younger nieces and nephews I have? That technique doesn't work on me! All your efforts are futile! I am invincible!"
Pidge decided to go with a different method. Biting him.
"Gah! Pidge what the hell?" The girl dropped to the ground and cackled.
"The invincible just became the vincible!"
"'Vincible' is not even a word!"
"Uh, yeah it is! You would know that if you ever picked up a dictionary." Pidge yelped as Lance began chasing her. They ran around the island in the kitchen, over the couch and into Lance's room, trying to avoid knocking anything over in the process. Allura chuckled at them when they collapsed onto Lance's neatly-made bed.
"If you two are done messing around, we should start looking for an outfit for Lance." Lance childishly stuck his tongue out at Pidge and stood up.
"Alright, so, I had a few outfits planned already, but I need you guys' opinion." Opening his closet, Lance unhooked three different outfits. Pidge eyed the numerous clothes that were still hanging up in the closet. Hunk noticed as well and whistled.
"How on earth did you decide on just three outfits?" Lance grinned.
"A magician never reveals his secrets."
"He probably spent five hours going through all his clothes, examining each and every one of them." Pidge commented. Lance glared at her.
"Way to give away my secrets, Pidgey. Besides, it wasn't five hours, it was four." He walked over to the bed and laid out the three outfits.
"So," he began, lifting up the first set, "let's get started."
With all four of them, it didn't take long to pick the outfit that Lance deemed worthy. He walked out of his bathroom, now dressed in a nice pair of jeans, a tight grey shirt and a unbuttoned, dark blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Pidge rustled through drawers picked out a comb to use. She began styling Lance's bangs to the side as Allura and Hunk decided on what shoes he should to wear. Without them realizing it, two hours had flown by. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lance jumped and frantically looked around.
"Fuck!" He cursed, scrambling up.
"Lance, language!" Allura chided, but he wasn't listening. Lance was looking for his wallet and keys, panicked.
"Fuck fuck fuck! That must be Keith! I-I'm not ready! I'm still a mess! I don't have everything ready! I'm not mentally prepared!" Hunk put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"What's the matter? You've faced Keith a bunch of times?"
"Yeah, but not for a date. I've always talked to him as a rival, but not as a guy that I'm attracted to!" The doorbell rang again, causing Lance to flutter around like a startled bird. Allura looked at the others nervously and walked into the hallway.
"I'll go get the door. You guys…help him." Hunk and Pidge nodded, watching Lance scurry around. He froze when they heard Allura open the door and could hear Keith's familiar voice in the living room. Lance ran his hands through his hair.
"Shit! What do I do?"
"…Lance."
"I'm not ready! I don't think I can face him yet!"
"Lance."
"What if I mess this up?! What if I drop food onto him, or-or make a joke that he doesn't think is funny which results in us sitting in uncomfortable silence for two hours?"
"Lance!"
"Oh god what if he dumps me only after the first date? I don't think I can handle getting rejected again!"
"Lance!" Pidge hopped onto his bed and grabbed his face, squashing his cheeks in between her hands. "Lance." She repeated more calmly. "Relax. You like him, and I know for a fact that he likes you. He's not the type of guy who'll run away if one little thing goes wrong. This won't be like what happened with Nyma. She was just a bitch who didn't appreciate anyone but herself. You deserve better than her, and that person is sitting in the living room right now, waiting to get his socks knocked off by the most gorgeous man he has ever seen!"
Hunk walked over and captured his friend in a big hug.
"Pidge is right. You're an amazing dude who anyone would be lucky to go out with. Don't worry about pretending to be someone, and just be yourself. Don't worry about what might go wrong, dude. Things happen. And Keith understands that." Lance took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
"I just- I really like him, y'know. But… but what if he realizes that I'm not what he wants and leaves?" Hunk tightened his hug.
"Then you accept the fact that you're too good for him and move on! There are like, a bazillion people in the world! You'll find someone better! But," Hunk let go of his friend and went over to the night stand to grab Lance's wallet and keys, "I don't think Keith will ditch you. I have a pretty good feeling that you two will work out, and you know my Hunk-hunches are normally right." He handed his friend his wallet and winked.
Lance gave a small grin and wrapped his arms around his friends' shoulders.
"Heh. Thanks for the pep-talk guys. Uh, sorry for being a downer." Pidge reached up and ruffled his hair.
"Nah. It's chill man. We losers have to stick together." Lance laughed and straightened out his hair.
"We're not 'losers', we're just 'limited editions'." A small meow sounded underneath him, and he looked down to see Blue staring up at him with large eyes. He bent down a kissed her on the head.
"I would pick you up, girl, but I can't get cat-hair on my shirt at the moment, you little ball of shedding." Blue purred and hopped onto the bed, making Pidge stand up and scurry next to Hunk. Looking at the door, Lance took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, putting on a confident grin. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go seduce myself a man."
He opened up the door and walked to the living room with an easy swagger in his step. Pidge and Hunk shared a look before walking after him. The minute Pidge entered the living room, she had to hold back a snort of laughter. Keith was beet-red, and was awkwardly holding a giant bouquet of flowers. He was obviously out of his element. Lance beamed and sauntered up to him.
"Hey gorgeous! Are you ready to go?" He stopped when Keith shoved the bouquet into his face. Surprise graced Lance's features. Keith pulled uncomfortably on the collar of his red shirt, and mumbled to the floor.
"Uh, Shiro said that I should bring flowers for the first date. But, I...didn't know what kind you liked, so, I kinda just got all of them." He looked at Lance with a small smile.
This time, Pidge really did snort with laughter. Lance looked like someone had just hit his head with a hammer. His mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say. Keith looked away and scratched the back of his head. The two stood awkwardly, not speaking, until Allura finally intervened. She gently picked up the flowers and walked to the kitchen.
"I can find a vase for these! You two go have fun! And don't get into too much trouble!" Lance smiled, relieved for the break of tension.
"Yes mom." He groaned playfully, walking over and opening the door. He paused, and then held out his hand for Keith.
"C'mon, Mullet. I'm starving, let's get something to eat. Don't worry, I'll pay!"
"What a gentleman." Keith deadpanned. He then smiled and grabbed Lance's hand.
"If you're paying, then let's go to a five-star restaurant instead. I'll make sure the bill is four figures for you." Lance rolled his eyes.
"I changed my mind, you can go eat without me!" But Lance tightened his grip on Keith's hand, smiling. He looked back to the others and waved.
"Later guys! Thanks again for coming over!" Allura smiled from her spot near the table, where she was putting down the vase full of flowers.
"It wasn't a problem! Have fun!" Hunk grinned and nodded.
"Yeah, thanks for letting us help! See you later!"
"Try not to get too nasty in front of children!" Pidge chimed in, successfully causing the two boys to blush and quickly shut the door. Sighing, Pidge kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch, putting her feet up on the coffee table.
"Well, what are you guys going to do?" She asked, turning to Allura and Hunk. Hunk grinned.
"I'm meeting up with Shay. We're going to see a movie."
"A scary one I assume?" Hunk nodded. Despite what others may think, Hunk and his girlfriend Shay were big fans of the horror genre. Pidge hummed and looked at Allura. The woman shrugged and put on her purse.
"I'm going home to feed my mice and clean up a bit. Coran is coming over for dinner." Pidge waved as her friends exited the apartment.
"Alright. See you guys later!" After a chorus of goodbyes, the door shut, and Pidge was all alone. The apartment was now strangely silent, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Well, might as well order that pizza." She mumbled to herself. About thirty minutes later she was sitting on the couch, munching on a slice of meat lovers pizza and scrolling through Netflix. It was basically another typical evening for her, so...why did she feel a bit lonely?
She was mid-bite when something leapt onto the couch next to her. Pidge gulped nervously and slowly looked over. Blue was right next to her, staring expectantly into her eyes. With a shaking hand, Pidge put down her slice of pizza.
"Um. W-What do you want? Lance already fed you…" Being careful to make no sudden movements, she scooted farther down the couch. Blue merely twitched her ear, still staring. She then yawned and stretched down. Pidge couldn't help but stare at the little white claws that poked out of the cat's paws. Blue straightened and stared right into the girl's eyes again.
Is this how Katie Holt dies? Being mauled to death by one of her best friend's cat? An old memory appeared in her brain. It was of a tiny Katie Holt, playing with a family friend's cat. Katie pet its back, and it suddenly hissed and swiped up with its paw, leaving a long shallow mark on Katie's face.
Katie tried to scramble back, but the cat pounced on her and began swatting with its paws. She didn't know why the cat was so angry, at the time she thought the cat simply wanted to hurt her. Her parents had finally come to save her and picked her up, trying to comfort her as the cat stalked off.
Pidge blinked and shuddered. Now, she knew that most cats were friendly, and it wasn't always the cat's fault they attacked but…she still didn't like them. A small noise recaptured her attention back to Lance's cat. Blue had got up, and was now slowly walking toward her. Pidge squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered a prayer. Goodbye world. Goodbye Mom, Dad, and Matt. It was nice being able to live nineteen years.
Instead of the expected searing pain of claws ripping out her eyes, Pidge felt a small weight on her legs. She cautiously opened on eye and looked down. Blue had laid down and curled up on her lap. Pidge's eyes widened. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god- what should she do? She couldn't move now, she was too scared to. Is…is she supposed to pet it? That's what people do, right? Pet cats who sit on them.
She held her breath, and slowly ran a shaking hand down the cat's back. Blue nestled further into her legs and purred.
'Huh'. Pidge thought to herself. 'It's…not that bad…' Then Blue reached out her paws and gently started to knead Pidge's thighs with her claws.
Pidge gave a short scream and scrambled over the back of the couch. Blue leapt to the ground with a startled hiss and hid underneath the coffee table. Pidge hurried to her feet and jumped onto the kitchen counter where she would be safe.
After a minute, Blue's fur relaxed its fluff, and the cat padded over to the counter. She sat down and looked up at Pidge, curious of what the human was doing. Pidge shivered uncontrollably and gripped her phone. What should she do? Should she call 911? Blue meowed and Pidge squeaked and scooted away from the edge of the counter. Maybe she could call Hunk! No…he probably silenced his phone for the movie. Allura then!
While keeping an eye on Blue the entire time, Pidge pressed the call button on Allura's contact. The phone rang, and rang, but no one answered. Looking up, Pidge realized that Blue was gone from her spot. Her head shot up to look for her, and she saw that had Blue merely moved to the top of the couch. She was laying down, looking at Pidge with glowing eyes.
"Demon cat." Pidge murmured. Blue purred in response. Pidge shuddered again, thanking her lucky stars that Allura's pet store didn't sell cats. Unfortunately, it didn't sell dogs either. Pidge really wished she was dog-sitting instead of cat-sitting right now.
She tried to call Allura two more times, but with no success. She only had two choices now: the police, or Lance. Her finger hovered over the 911 buttons, but then switched to Lance's contact number. Giving a silent apology for ruining his date, she waited as the phone rang.
"Hello? Pidge is something the matter?" Lance's concerned voice was heaven to her ears.
"Oh thank cheez-its, Lance! You have to help me! Your cat is going to kill me!" Pidge could hear Lance's muffled apology to Keith and he turned back to her.
"What do you mean? Is something up with Blue?"
"I was on the couch, when she jumped onto my lap! At first I thought it was nothing, but then she started poking her claws into my thighs! Is she trying to see how thick my skin is so she knows how to slice into it or something?!"
Lance was silent, and Pidge could hear the background noises of clanking plates and chatter. Lance then burst out laughing, making her wince and pull the phone away from her ear.
"Oh my god! Is that what you called me for? Blue just flexing her claws? Oh my god." There was a clunk that could only be described as Lance setting his head on the table, and he continued laughing. Pidge felt a prickle of irritation.
"Stop it! This is serious! I'm really scared here; she won't stop staring at me!" Finally, Lance's laughter died off, leaving weak chuckles.
"P-Pidge," he giggled, "Blue isn't going to attack you. She just found you comfortable to sit on. And as for her staring at you, wouldn't you be curious if the person taking care of you all the sudden flipped out over nothing?"
Pidge…felt kind of stupid now. She blushed furiously as a new wave of giggles overcame her friend.
"I was really scared Lance!" He sniffed and let out a chuckle.
"Alright, alright. If you really don't want Blue to bother you, just give her a toy and put on a movie. She probably is clinging to you because it's movie night. She likes The Aristocats. Play that on the T.V. in the guest bedroom, and she should leave you alone."
"…You're telling me to play a movie for a cat?"
"Yes? What's wrong with that?"
"…If I die tonight, it's your fault."
"I'll try not to let your death bother me too much. And really, don't worry about Blue. She wouldn't hurt a fly."
Pidge looked over at the cat, who pounced and crushed a buzzing fly in her paws.
"S-Sure."
"Good. Now, may I please return to my date?"
"Yeah! Sorry, man. Have a good time, ok? I won't bother you again!"
"It's fine my dude. Later!"
He hung up, and Pidge was once again at the mercy of the house-cat. Steeling herself, Pidge slowly crept down from the counter. Blue was busy grooming her paws and wasn't looking at her. The girl quietly tip-toed around the couch. Her foot then accidentally hit a cat toy, making the bell clank. Blue's head shot up, and she stared at her.
Pidge silently cursed, and slowly reached down to grab the toy, picking it up with her pointer finger and thumb. Blue's eyes followed her every movement. Pidge slowly shuffled towards the guest room, trying not to panic when Blue leapt from the couch and trotted after her. Pidge finally got to the guest room and threw the toy onto the bed. Blue jumped onto the mattress and began pawing at the bell.
Narrowing her eyes at the cat, Pidge slipped out of the room to rummage through Lance's movie cabinet. She flipped through her friend's extensive Disney collection until she finally found the one Lance recommended. Blue was in the same spot when Pidge returned. The girl slipped the movie into the disk player and turned on the television. Soon, the cheerful opening screen of the Aristocats was playing. Blue immediately put down her toy and looked at the T.V.. Slightly creeped out, Pidge pressed play. The movie stared, and Blue began gnawing on her toy while keeping an eye on the screen.
Pidge wondered if this was normal cat behavior. She went back into the living room, relieved to see that Blue wasn't following her. Now, she could finally relax. Grinning, Pidge ran over and hooked Lance's laptop onto the living room's T.V.. She was going to take advantage of Lance's game collection until he got back, starting with Overwatch. Maybe this night won't be a complete disaster, if Blue just stays in her room.
Pidge was in the middle of the game when she saw something in the corner of her eye. She looked over, and saw that Blue was now sitting next to her, watching the human play.
The next-door neighbor woke up with a start, wondering if he really heard a scream from the apartment next to him or not. When it didn't happen again, he shrugged, and went back to sleep.
AF: Hey y'all! The second chapter is done! I suppose I don't have to warn you, but just in case, the characters will not be completely like how they are in the show. But writing this chapter was fun! I can't wait to see what happens next (even though I'm the one writing it). Alright, I got to go, but I'll see y'all later. Season three is almost here! Woohoo! I have to mentally prepare myself! See y'all later! Buh-bye!
