A/N first story in present tense lol for those who can't tell this is from Pouncival's POV Enjoy! :)
If this worked, I could mock her for the rest of our lives; if it doesn't, I am roadkill. It isn't actually my idea, it's Plato's. He has the entire thing set up already; Alonzo and Tumble are setting up the trap this moment, Jerrie stole the paint for them and wrote the note, signing it as Tugger, and I gave it to her. It is going to prove very interesting.
"OK, so you know your motive?" I nod, running the plan through my head again. Act like I just went to talk to her because we're friends, and then watch the mayhem unfold. We decided her Tugger crush has gone too far, and hopefully this will make her shut up!
"As well as the timing and placement?" Jeez—Plato takes pranks way too seriously! It's like boot camp. I nod again to appease him and head out determinedly on my mission.
"Hey Etcetera! Where are you going?" She is obviously nervous, bouncing up and down so fast I could barely see her face.
"Oh, remember that note you gave me?"
"Uh-huh? What about it?" Wow, I sound like an innocent bystander—who knew I could act?
"Well, it's from Tugger, and he told me to meet him today, in the alley behind the old refrigerator."
"So?" Bastet, please don't allow me to laugh.
"I don't know if I should go or not! What do you think?" What? Not go?
"Ok, as one of your friends, who knows you have the hugest crush on Tugger ever, why wouldn't you go?" Don't panic, just keep walking towards the paint rigged alley...
She stares at me in disbelief, and then keeps looking around distractedly. "I don't like Tugger, not anymore at least, and that was the only reason I was gonna go meet with him today...to tell him I like someone else."
What? But that meant we were going to ambush her for nothing! Guilt washes over me; suddenly this doesn't seem like such a good idea. And there is no way I could tell the guys to call it off. Great, so I have to try and convince her to turn around—a nearly impossible feat.
"Hey, um, listen, Cette. Maybe it's not such a good idea...I mean, what if Tugger takes it the wrong way or something?" I'm lying through my teeth. Please! Stubbornly, I step into her path, but she easily side-steps me.
"No! I can't put this off!" She thinks for a split second then grabs my arm and drags me along. "See, you can come as moral support! Happy?"
No, I'm not. Frantically I try to motion to Plato to call everything off but he just gives me a thumbs up.
"Cette, listen! Ok, so there was no actual note, it was bait to get you here for a prank and-" Before I could finish, we both walk into the line of fire. Bubble-gum pink paint splashes down from the surrounding roofs, and both of us are absolutely drenched. Everlasting Cat—I'm pink!I sit up, looking for Cette and see her a few feet away, crying. I feel terrible; I can't stand it when queens cry.
"I'm really sorry..."
"I'm not crying, stupid," she snickers, gasping for air, "I can't stop laughing!"
She glances up, giggling, then reaches out a paw. I help her up and the second we are both standing again, she shoves me into a puddle of pink. Dang it! I should have seen that coming. In the background I can hear the toms laughing and throwing more paint; at this rate the whole junkyard will be magenta in an hour.
"So, I took a hit for you," I say motioning to my stained coat, "now can I know who you like instead of Tugger?" Cause I'm honestly curious. And one day I know it will kill me. But apparently that day isn't today. She grins.
"You."