A/N: Ookay, so I don't currently have a computer. My wonderful, wonderful, brilliantly kind and majestic, beautifully, amazing bestest best friend in the entire world is typing this up for me via phone (HIII EVERYONE!!). Isn't he amazing??

I was heartbroken when I found out my stories were no longer in the top ten because of lack of updates, so I decided to post a new chap! So yeah, these chaps will be short and rare. I don't want to abuse the nice thing he is doing for me (I should say so. XD). If there are any typos or anything, or missing commas or whatever, don't worry about it. They are there because it's being done sentence by sentence over the phone (Hey, I think I can handle it! .), and that's not easy man.

Chapter Three

What's up?!

Those ribbons—those damn ribbons—still batted playfully at his nose. He wrinkled it in irritation, wondering why even in the clean air he still smelled her. No the answer was obvious; it was because of what he had said to her. It was because she knew how he felt and now he would never be able to look her in the eye again.

He frowned, tail tip twitching in personal frustration. Stupid of him. Really stupid of him. How could he have been so absent-minded as to let that slip? Of all the things to slip off his tongue, why the most absolutely humiliating and complicating thing possible? As if by magic the depression had lifted from him. He was furious with himself, but he wasn't upset anymore. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. Many of the anxieties he had suffered for years were gone, though he still couldn't say if the feelings classically attributed to love were present in him or not—he was too angry for that.

"Quaxo?" His head spun around to face the voice. "Oh, Mistoffelees. Um, what's going on?" It was Pouncival, prowling around the corner with his usual expert timing.

Mistoffelees let his ears fall back in embarrassment. "Erm…nothing, nothing." He flexed his claws nervously.

Pouncival grinned mischievously. "Uh huh, riiiiight."

The tuxedo cat sighed and turned away, his own frustration billowing off him in waves. "Look, I don't really feel like right now, Pounce."

Pouncival was unfazed. "Oh please, we both know that if I sit here long enough you'll tell me. Come oooooon."

Mistoffelees twisted around, sending threatening eye messages to the other tom. Pouncival recoiled instinctively, then burst out into a roaring barrage of laughter. "Nice," he snickered, "Now tell me."

"No."

"Teeeeell meeeee."

"No!"

He prodded the magical cat with his paw. "Please?"

Mistoffelees growled and sent a bolt of blue lightning dangerously close to Pouncival's head. Pouncival jumped, his fur standing on end. He flattened out his hackles before saying, "Sheesh, calm down."

"It doesn't even matter."

Pouncival frowned, becoming suddenly serious. "No, obviously it does matter."

Mistoffelees sighed exasperatedly, tucking his paws under him. "I wish it did."

A/N: (:huggles fingers: That was insaaaane XD But I'm glad to be of service :bow: ) Sorry guys that it wasn't as good as I'd hoped, but this stuff's tricky, ya know? (I hear ya, sister…) I had to write it really, really fast and it wasn't very long. So again, sorry. (Hey, I think she's bein' a little hard on herself :/ ) Update again…sometime