Alright well I'm knew at this but let's see. Thanks so much for the reviews, I get why writers like them so much. Okay and I'm going to try and update as much as possible, so here we go
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A week before
Mistoffelees was napping comfortably in the shade of tree. It had been two weeks since a life changing realization had hit him.
He had fallen in love with Tugger, the biggest flirt of a Tom Cat every to possibly come into existence. Did he hate himself for it? Yes. He couldn't have just fallen for a queen like everyone else? But no he had to be different, more different than he already was of course. He had problems enough, magic wasn't easy to control, neither were emotions it would seem.
Upon coming to this conclusion he had avoided Tugger at all costs. Racing heart and sweaty paws could make him do very stupid things. What if he told him? What if, in surprise of seeing Tug he blurted out his uncouth feelings? It would ruin everything. He didn't want to lose his friendship with the run-around Tom, not that he wanted friendship. He knew he wanted more than that, but he also knew he would have to settle. Not that he was even doing a very good job at that. Ironically, it had been two weeks since he'd seen Tugger. Since the morning he awoke and realized that he wanted to pounce on the poor guy and cuddle. Which Tug didn't like anyway, he never cared for a cuddle.
The only way he would get through it was if he avoided his friend until his feelings went away. He would give no room for them to grow, if there was no cause for his feelings to be enhanced then eventually they would fade. At least that was what he was hoping for. Did feelings just go away? Would the nagging ache in his heart just go away? Even in two weeks without sight or sound of Tugger, Misto was still left wanting him.
His ears and nose twitched in his sleep. Thinking of Tugger was getting to him. He could have sworn he heard Tug's voice calling his name, smell his scent getting closer.
"Mist-OFF-Fel-EES!"
Misto jerked up, very alert that it was really Tugger he heard and smelled. He was only a few feet away. He knew he wouldn't be able to make a run for it. Tugger had already spotted him, and would easily be able to catch up if he ran. Just stay calm. He thought quickly. Breathe, act normal, he'll never know.
Tugger walked happily up to him. A pout of a smile on his face. "Misto, where you been? I haven't seen you in ages. And I have been looking."
"You've been looking for me for two weeks?" he asked surprised.
"That's how long it's been? What have you been up too? Have you been avoiding me?" Tug questioned slyly.
"No" he said all too quickly.
"Ooo so you have been avoiding me. How come?"
"No Tug, I haven't been avoiding you. I'm sure we just kept missing each other or something." He said, but without complete sincerity.
"Oh come on tell the truth." He circled Mistoffelees, eyes narrowed. "Oh I know, you found yourself a girl right."
"What?!"
"Oh you have, and you don't want me to meet her. Are you scared I'll steal her away? I promise I want flirt to much. Let me meet her."
"There is no girl Tug, really." Tugger stopped pacing and stood in front of him
"There's not?"
"No"
"Oh…So you want to do something?"
"No Tug." And he began to walk away.
"Uh, Misto wait!" He turned back, surprised to see a very unusual look on Tugger's face. "Did I…Did I do something to make you mad at me?"
"Wha… No Tug I'm not mad at you. Why would you think that?"
"You just seem like you're upset with me."
"No Tug it's not you, I'm just busy. I'll see you later." And he quickly ran away, not being able to face the look of slight disappointment on the face of the cat he loved.
Tugger laid down where Mistoffelees had been sleeping. He couldn't shake the feeling that Misto was really avoiding him, even if he said he wasn't. He also couldn't shake the feeling of annoyance it caused. No one ever treated Tugger like he didn't matter. Quite the opposite. Everyone practically worshiped him, he wasn't used to being ignored, and perhaps if he was, he would have noticed that Mistoffelees ignoring did bother him more than if it were someone else.
