I opened the door to my apartment and placed my pillow flat on the bed where I laid the cat down. My heart was pumping a hundred miles an hour as I shrugged off both backpacks and they dropped to the floor. I groaned as I picked up my backpack and pulled out my iPod, hidden beneath the guy's clothes, and I plugged it into the mini speaker I brought with me from home. I needed something to ease my chaotic mind; I can't stand the silence. Besides, I had a feeling that when the cat wakes up and turns back into a guy, he'll be freaking out. The thought of orange hair brought a small smile to my lips. I left the room to go change into a pair of jeans—I'd feel kinda weird if I changed in front of the cat…even though he was unconscious—and when I came back, he was still out cold. Sighing, I sat down by the pillow. I couldn't help but stare at the cat…trying to fight of the compulsion to pet him. He's a human…I tried reasoning with myself. If he wakes up to find some strange girl petting him…man, I don't even know what he'll do. I know that if I were in his situation…I'd be freaking out all over the place and be scared like heck. The song ended and Glad You Came by The Wanted began playing and I couldn't help but sing softly along with it—if only to calm my nerves.
"…Hand you another drink. Drink it if you can. Can you spend a little time? Time is slipping away. Away from us so stay. Stay with me, I can make. Make you glad you came…" I sung softly.
I felt the cat shift slightly and I stopped singing and held my breath.
"Wh-what happened?" the cat groaned, lifting his head up. "What's all that noise?" He glanced around the room and then his sardius eyes fell on me. He let out a loud screech as he bolted for the exit. His hackles were up and his fur bristled as he backed up against the locked door like—well, like a scared cat.
I got up from the bed and slowly made my way to him; I then sat on my heels a few feet away.
"I'm not going to hurt you." I murmured kindly, keeping my hands on my lap where he could see them.
He didn't talk, he just kept meowing.
I sighed, "Look, I-I know you can talk…I heard you. And I'm really sorry that I had to bring you here, but I didn't want anyone else to see you. I-I-I thought that you probably don't want anyone to know so…" I felt my cheeks pink a little.
The cat blinked a little and then gave a very human sounding sigh, "Well, I'm screwed." He muttered bitterly as his hackles went down. "Did you bring my clothes?"
"Uh…yeah," I blinked, getting up and going over to my backpack. "I brought them just in case you—you needed them." My cheeks were turning even redder, I could tell.