YAY! CHAPTER THREEEE! Happy Valentines Day, personally, it was SHIT. Got to spend NO TIME with my wife, plus I'm sooo confused cuz I don't know if she likes me.
Kittens of DOOM
"Gerard!" Frank screamed, and I was brought out of my thoughts to see Frank hanging on for dear life by one hand, 50 feet in the air. "DAMN!" I screamed and tried to help him up, but didn't succeed. "Hold on" I yelled, trying to sound calm as I tried to explain to him to use the branch as monkeybars to get across the metaphorical abyss of death. He did as he was told, and shimmied towards me. "Come on Frankie, closer" I whispered, and hugged him when he reached me. "You shit! I COULD HAVE DIED!" He screamed, then laughed and hugged me.
We sat on a perch I found about 10 feet from the ground for a few hours, realizing how much we had in common. "You don't seem like the person to piss people off, let alone talk to them" He said, and I was taken aback by his comment. "Well, I mean, sure but, yeah" I stuttered and Frankie laughed. "Your adorable when your shy" Frankie said, and looked down. "I'm going to fall" He said, and I panicked. "Okay, just pull back up, you'll be okay" I whispered, and he laughed. "No silly, I'm going to make myself fall from the motherfucking tree!" He yelled, and I got nervous, "You sure?" I asked, and he answered my question by falling backwards to the floor below. "SHIT! FRANKIE" I screamed, and I heard Frank's adorable laugh from the floor. "That was amazing" He said, wiping grass and a toadstool from his back. I jumped down, landing on my feet, and brushed off the remaining stuff. "What are you, part cat?" He asked playfully, and I thought back to my little cat, Bootsy, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart. "I was, but my cat, Bootsy, died" I mumbled, and Frank hugged me. "It's okay Gee. You can get a new one! See, I'm going to take you to the pet store right now!" He said, and I looked up, my hazel eyes meeting his emerald orbs of perfection. He began dragging me through the forest, through the city, until we came to a little store called "Purr-fection". I laughed at the corny name, but cooed at the little kittens staring out the window curiously. Frank brought me inside, smiling as I went to the little cage that held the kittens.
"Would you like to take one or two out sir?" The girl at the counter asked, and I nodded, choosing two little boys. One was all black except for a star shape on his forehead, and had gleaming fur. The other, looked beaten up, his right ear torn, and his white fur slightly tinged with blood, plus his little black "Boots" on each foot. Frankie laughed when I carried them to the floor, one in each arm, and sat with me as we played with each little kitten. The white cat limped a little, but walked towards me, shaking his little bottom with each step. "He reminds me of you" Frank said, and I smiled. "Yeah, except I'm not that beaten up. You poor little baby boo! What happened to him?" I asked the counter girl, still holding the little baby to my face. "We found him in an abusive environment. His momma was dead, and we tried to raise him, but he stayed really skinny anyway" She said, and I looked at him again, his eyes were really beautiful, one of the little hazel eyes lighter than the other. "You know what, it's a cat you" Frank told me, and I smiled. The little black one was crawling all over Frank's legs and I smiled. "That right there, is a kitten of doom" I said, watching the little fluff ball claw Frankie's leg, then lie down, his lazy green eyes closing. "Wow, his eyes are as green as yours" I said, and Frank looked down at the puff on his leg, smiling. "Excuse me ma'am? I was wondering if we could buy these two little poofies right here?" Frankie asked, and I looked through my pockets for my wallet. Frankie stopped my hands, closing his around mine, and took out his Nightmare Before Christmas wallet. "Here" He said, giving the girl a card. "You shouldn't have to pay for them!" I exclaimed, looking at the price as he added the most expensive kitten food, and three black bowls to the counter. "It makes you happy, I pay for whatever makes you happy" He said, and grabbed the sleeping little cat off his upper thigh. I smiled as the little cat put up a fight as I picked up the soft little honey off the floor. We walked out of the door, him carrying the bag full of supplies, me holding both the kittens. I grunted as we walked up to the cheap little house I call "Home". Frank whistled when I opened the door as he ran his gorgeous eyes over the array of boxes and full canvases. "This, right here, is fucking GORGEOUS!" he said, and I realized he was across the room, pointing at one of my first paintings. I blushed, looking at the large canvas, full of black and red. "You actually like it? I thought it was crap" I said nervously, setting the little cats down, watching them stare around the room, smiling. Frank put down the bag in the kitchen and looked at the paint cans. "Need help?" He asked, and I grinned, nodding. He grabbed the large can of black, I grabbed the red, and we moved to my bedroom.
I whistled, and the white kitten practically strutted in, followed by the black one. I placed them in a little box in the closet, leaving the door open. "Sorry bubba's, won't have either of you getting sick." I muttered, walking back towards Frank, who handed me a huge paintbrush, smiling ear to ear. Laughing, I went to one wall with the black paint. "So, what do you want it to look like?" He asked me, staring at the off-white walls curiously. "This wall will be black, along with this one" I dictated, pointing at two of the walls, "and these will be red!" I shouted, smiling. "Plus, if your good, I'll let you splash red all over the black walls" I said, and Frank perked up. "YAYY!"He screamed and began painting carefully. The smell of fumes filled the room, and I worried about the kittens. "Hold on, I'm gonna close the door and put the kitties in the living room" I said and picked up the box from the closet, placing it by the window in the living room, then returning to find half of a wall perfectly painted cherry red. "Dayum" I whispered, and Frank blushed as red as the paint, and my hair. I joined him, painting my wall black quickly. After two hours, the walls were painted black and red, and Frank looked at me excitedly. "Pwe-pwe-pwease!" He begged, paintbrush full of red, hoping to ruin the perfect black with it. "Go" I allowed him to splash the wall, and I looked away for one second, but returned my gaze to find amazingness. "God damn Frank, that is amazing!" I yelled, and Frank blushed again. He did the same with the other wall, and I copied what he did in black on the red walls. Finishing, Frank walked over to me, smirking and told me to close my eyes. I hoped he would kiss me, but instead I felt wet gooey paint on my face.
He continued painting bright red on my face and finished quickly, falling to the floor, chest heaving in laughter. "Damn it Frankie, what did you do!" I yelled and walked to the bathroom, finding the joker staring right back. I giggled and walked back into my room, smirking. "Why so serious?" I asked, and Frank convulsed with another wave of laughter. "Come on, I'll help you cleanup" He said, pushing me back into the bathroom and grabbed a rag, dabbing my face carefully. "Perfect! Not that you weren't fucking gorgeous before" He said, and I smiled.
Dear god Frankie kiss me right fucking now!
Oh Gee you idiot, he's straight, we've been through this
God, shut the fuck up!
No
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!"Gee?" I heard, and Frank was looking at me, his green eyes full of concern. "Why do I have to get out of your head?" He asked curiously, and I cursed to myself. "Sorry, voices" I said, putting the most adorable smile I could on my face, and Frank seemed to be okay with it.
We let my bedroom air out, and he helped me unpack, even if I told him he didn't have to. "Yes, I do" He said, and I smiled. When it was dark outside, my house looked like a home, and I let the kittens out. "Sit!" I ordered Frank, and we sat on my new couch, joined by both of the kittens, the white one settling on my shoulder, and the black one lightly snoring on Frank's leg again. "Name the black one, I'll name the white" I said, and Frank looked down at the little black puff on his black pants, thinking. "I'm naming mine "Party Poison"" I said, glancing at the little kitten, sitting proudly on my arm. "I'm gonna name mine Fun Ghoul" He said, picking up the little fluff ball, which fell asleep again on his palm.
Awwwwh! I like long chapters :P