Wow ook this one was originally supposed to be two chapters but It's gotten pretty long for me so now its two chapters, this is really different then what I usually do but I had fun so tell me what you think of this change in story.
Ty had been avoiding Kit lately. After what happened he didn't know how to face the other boy. Kit had kissed him, actually kissed him, but he also ran away and apologized. Did that mean he didn't want to kiss him? He had also kissed Livvy at least once he knew. He had been trying to rack his brain to figure out what this all meant but he felt like he was missing a piece of the puzzle. He knew people didn't have to have feelings for someone to kiss them, he remembered Livvy explaining that to him once. And Ty definitely had feelings for Kit, how could he not when the world seemed to begin and end with him, and when Kit moved the ground moved with him. It had been infuriating trying to figure out his feelings on his own without Livvy, and he constantly wished he had talked to her about it when he had a chance. Thinking about it still caused a dull ache in his chest he didn't think would ever go away. Ty hardly ever felt unsure of himself, but he did with Kit. He knew there was just some things he didn't understand that others seemed to inherently, and that was always problematic, especially where the Clave was concerned. But that was their fault, not his, he always reminded himself. He also knew he could do things other couldn't, he had exceptional hand eye coordination for one, even for a Shadowhunter, he was also very observant and a quick learner making him a good detective.
And as a detective when he didn't know something he usually researched it, and this subject was something he wasn't at all familiar with. He didn't know anything about being in love really, but he was pretty sure his feelings went beyond what people usually called a "crush". So, for the sake of research, late at night when everyone was asleep Ty had taken a break from his research for Livvy, and scoured the book shelves for romance novels. He was hoping to gain some insight into his feelings and maybe what he should do, but the works of Shakespeare and Jane Austin were proving unhelpful so far. For one, Kit and him were both guys so there's that. Both Shakespear's and Austin's works usually featured high society nobles which didn't do him any good either. And all of Shakespeare's works were apparently tragedies and he didn't want to think about that outcome. The most likely solution he could think of was that Kit just didn't reciprocate his feelings. He knew he had the habit of assuming things sometimes for people and he shouldn't expect that he had feelings for him too because of what happened. After all maybe he was just trying to get over Livvy. The thought that Kit might have used him to get over his sister made him want to crumple in on himself. He had never associated pain or hurt with Kit before but now it was hard to think of him without feeling like he was bleeding on the inside.
Ty had been walking around outside of the institute, checking under rocks near the shoreline for sea life when suddenly he heard a loud cry from behind him.
"Meooooow!"
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Kit was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling thinking of how he had ruined everything in ten seconds. In ten seconds he had ruined his friendship with Ty possibly losing him. And because of those ten seconds he was facing leaving the only people he cared about. Kit had forced himself to act like everything was normal the next day refusing to add insult to injury to Ty. Not surprisingly though Ty seemed to be avoiding him instead. He decided to give him space, after all he might not want anything to do with him anymore, he couldn't really blame him. How did things get so complicated? Kit thought about leaving the institute and forgetting about Ty. Like that was possible, he could never forget him. The boy with grey eyes like cold steel, sharp and focused and dangerously beautiful. He thought about someone else taking on the role of Watson to his Sherlock and felt a shock of Jealousy run through him. He wanted nothing more then to find a mystery for Ty to solve, to see his smug smile as he saw through what no one else could. The thrill that Kit got when Ty looked at him with his intense focus like he knew everything about him and wanted more. A look that seemed to be reserved for him and no one else. Kit sighed and rolled over on his stomach covering his face with his pillow.
He was hopeless.
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Kit was almost asleep when a small knock at his door awoke him before a figure slipped inside his room closing the door behind him quietly.
"Ty?" He said sitting up, his heart sped up, what was Ty doing in his room? He never came in unannounced, something must be wrong he thought.
"Kit.." He breathed walking towards the bed, Kit's eyes widened at the other boy's breathy tone. "I need you-"
"Meow." Came a small cry in Ty's direction. Kit blinked.
"Is that a cat?" A small head with pointed ears poked itself out of Ty's hood announcing it's presence. " You have a cat."
"Actually It's a kitten." Ty corrected pulling the tiny tabby from his hood holding her out for Kit to see. Ty was indeed holding a kitten that looked to be about eight weeks old. The cat was mostly brown with dark stripes and a white tipped tail and white paws like mittens. Her eyes were large blue green ovals, over all a very cute cat. She struggled in Ty's grasp impatiently. He set her down on the floor and she immediately looked up at Ty and cried again as if she was annoyed at not being put down sooner and begin exploring the room.
"Where did you find her? It is a her right?" Kit jumped to his feet crouching next to the cat and began petting her. The kitten immediately fell to her side at his touch letting him pet her belly, purring.
"It's a her, I found her on the beach, I think someone left her there." He said frowning coming over to join him in petting her. She began to play with Ty's fingers trying to catch them with her paws and pull them to her mouth to nibble on.
"Does Julian know?" Kit peered at Ty who was smiling happily down at the kitten, he hasn't looked this happy since Livvy died, Kit thought to himself.
"No, thats why I came here, I want your help to try to hide her." Kit's eyebrows shot up, hiding anything from Julian would be impossible.
"He won't let me keep her if he finds out." He straightened up, looking at Kit now.
"Please."
Kit looked back at the kitten who had somehow mistaken her tail for his fingers and was kicking at it rapidly.
"Of course, what are we going to call her?" Like he was going to say no to him.
"Actually, I was thinking Irene." Ty said looking a little embarrassed. Kit just smiled.
" You know that's not really a cat name."
"What's a cat name then?" Ty asked
" I don't know, like misses fluffy or whiskers or something." Kit said.
"Those aren't even real names." Ty said indignantly, Kit laughed picking up the kitten.
"I should have known you would pick Irene." He gave him a warm smile that lit up his face. Ty had to turn his face away from him, when Kit smiled like that it was like looking into the sun.
"Stop fussing Irene I just want to hug you!" Kit said struggling to hold the kitten to him, this time it was Ty's turn to laugh.
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Kit and Ty soon found out that Irene had an insatiable curiosity that she did not appreciate being stifled. They had decided to keep her in Kit's room since it was less likely anyone would come in there (Ty also didn't want his stuff messed up). However this lead to some issues because Kit's room had been used as storage before he moved in. So even though it was mostly barren of personal affects there were still boxes piled around haphazardly, and corners in between that had grown cobwebs. So the boys set to work spending most of the afternoon kitten proofing the room and trying to dissuade Irene from going into tiny nooks they were afraid she would get stuck in and detaching her from the window curtains (she seemed to have an extreme prejudice against the curtains). After they were done they relaxed on Kit's bed discussing everything that could get Irene hurt making sure they had taken enough precautions.
"You don't think we need to cover the outlets do you?" Kit asked worriedly.
"I don't think so...she should be fine." Ty said, both of them falling silent.
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A few minutes later Ty and Kit had pushed all the furniture against the outlets making sure Irene couldn't get to them.
It wasn't long before they realized that although they had provided her with cat food and water they forgot about getting her a litter box. Until Irene reminded them by walking up to them and promptly stopped suddenly, her tail vibrating as she peed. Kit and Ty made a makeshift litter box out of a cardboard that had been cut in half and filled with beach sand at Ty's design. As the two tried to discreetly carry the box of sand up to the room without being seen they had not noticed a trail of sand they had left behind leading all the way up to the room. This was very confusing to Mark Blackthorn who had found the trail of sand and followed it to Kit's door. As he approached he heard voices through the door, Ty and Kit? As he approached, curious, the voices stopped suddenly. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door, there was no answer.
"Kit? Are you in there?" There was still no answer though Mark could hear some rustling behind the door.
"I wished to ask you about the sand." He tried again leaning in close to hear. This time he heard a muffled voice, Ty's, so he was there.
"Sand? I haven't seen any sand." Kit's voice called. Strange, why wasn't he opening the door to speak with him?
"Is Tiberius in there with you? May I speak to him?" There was silence again for a moment.
"He's, uh not in here, look Mark I'm kind of busy right now." Kit sounded nervous, why was he lying? Mark was getting worried now.
"Maybe, If I could just come in for a moment.."He went to try the door handle when he heard someone slam against the other side.
"No! Seriously this really isn't a good time ok?" Kit yelled frantically holding the door closed. Mark took a step away from the door surprised. There were only a small handful of things Mark could imagine that the two of them would be doing to make them so desperate to keep Mark from opening the door. Maybe he did catch them at a bad time. Though he still had no idea why there was so much sand.
"Very well, I will leave you alone then." He said suspiciously walking away from the room. A terrible misunderstanding forming in his head.
After Mark had left, Ty suggested that they get some books from the library and continue their studies so they didn't have to leave Irene alone just yet. In agreement, they both headed down to the library and retrieved two piles worth of study materials. When they returned Irene ran up to them yelling very angrily about being left alone and promptly leaped onto Ty's lap when he sat down waiting for affection. It was apparent that although Irene was adorable and affectionate she also had quite an attitude and was very vocal about it. They studied for the rest of the day to varying degrees of success. It proved difficult to focus even for Ty with a kitten leaping and playing around the room. It was amazing how the tension between the two had dissolved, returning to normal, almost anyways. It was getting late now and books and paper were spread out covering the entirety of Kit's bed from leafing through different books and taking notes. The two of them decided to call it quits for the day since Kit kept falling asleep and Irene refused to stay off the bed and was trampling the papers. Kit was picking up the books and papers finding a place to safely store them as Ty turned to leave. As he reached for the handle he stopped, putting his hand back down.
"Hey Kit?" He asked nervously.
"Whats up?" Kit said putting up a book.
"Do you think...I could stay here tonight?" Kit almost dropped the book he was holding, whipping his head around to look at Ty.
"W-what?" Kit sputtered, his hand still outstretched book in hand.
"I know I'm just going to worry about Irene all night, and It'll be easier to watch over her if were both here." Ty said matter of factly but his hands fluttered to his sides indicating he was nervous.
"Oh, yeah sure!" Kit's voice broke a little at the end sending his pitch higher, he was thankful that Ty probably wouldn't notice. Ty relaxed a smile spreading across his face.
"Great, I'll just go change." He said before leaving, giving Kit just a few minutes to prepare for spending a whole night with Ty in his bed. Taking a few deep breaths Kit got up and started pacing the room frantically trying to calm down, Irene kept trying to jump in between his feet trying to catch his pants leg. Whatever divine being was responsible for this personal torture really had it out for him he thought.
Ty had returned shortly, both of them now dressed in their respected sleepwear. Turning off the lights they both headed awkwardly under the covers without saying a word, Irene hoping on the bed as well laying at Kit's side. For some reason lying next to him in the dark it was much harder for Kit to pretend that they didn't kiss all that long ago, in fact he couldn't stop thinking about it now. He was so tired a moment ago but now he felt more awake than ever. Kit was very aware of every time Ty shifted next to him, he seemed to be having a hard time sleeping too. Was he waiting on him to say something about yesterday? Does this mean he forgave him? Kit's mind was whirling, he wanted to say something but what should he say?
"I've never had a sleepover before." Kit blurted out. Ty shifted slightly turning his head towards him, the bed wasn't very big so the space between them wasn't significant.
"Me and Livvy used to share a room, and even after that sometimes we would stay in each others rooms, if that counts." Kit turned on his side his head in his hand propped up by his elbow, they were both facing each other now.
"That counts, my dad never let me stay over anyone's house or let them come over, you could probably guess why, but it always looked fun on T.V." They were whispering for some reason, as though having the lights off required them to be quiet. Ty smiled at the sound of Kit's voice, his eyes were half lidded his long eyelashes almost brushing his cheekbones. His dark hair spilled over the pillow, Kit felt a hard lump form in his throat.
"What do people do in sleepovers on T.V.?" He asked curiously.
"Um, things like watching movies, pillow fights, tell ghost stories, spin the bottl-" Kit cut himself off his face turning red.
"Whats spin the bottle?" Ty asked his eyes looked up at him, they looked like bright moonlight in the dark.
"It's nothing, its one of those games you have to play with a group." Kit said hastily.
"Oh, like what?" Ty's interest was clearly piqued whether it was because he thought they could be fun or he was curious as to why Kit was suddenly flustered. Kit cursed himself, the only other game he could think of was seven minuets in heaven, and there was no way he was going to explain that one to Ty. He pulled his knees up slightly, brushing against Kit's. Ty was in his tank top again, the blanket pulled up to his navel, his arms rested between the two of them exposing a lot of bare skin then Kit was used to seeing on him.
"Um.." Kit tried to speak but was unable to get any words out.
"Do you think we should try them?" He asked. Kit wanted more then anything to try some of those of things, but knowing he couldn't say that he just returned the question.
"Why do you want to?" Ty knew Kit must have been lonely growing up, he never said it but the way he would talk about how he used to want a big family or sleep overs made Ty feel like he must been really alone growing up. Ty tried to imagine staying home in a basement with no siblings or friends all day waiting for a father to come home who probably wasn't much company.
"Where you lonely growing up?" Ty wondered if it was one of those questions that you weren't really supposed to ask even if it seemed harmless but Kit didn't seem offended. He looked away from him his face frowning, looking thoughtful.
"I dont know, I know I used to throw tantrums when my dad first started making me stay home all the time. But it was just my life for along time, I got used to it, I don't think I could do it again now. Not now that I know what it's like.." Kit's voice trailed off in thought like he did on the rare occasions he let himself feel vulnerable. He reached for Ty's hand unconsciously, rubbing his fingers against his hand. At first Kit didn't realize what he was doing and when he did he froze. But Ty just closed his hand around Kit's reassuringly.
"It's ok." He said softly. Kit looked up at him, a relieved smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Thanks Ty."
They fell asleep together like this, Ty holding Kit's hand, their heads falling so close together that their foreheads were almost touching.
