VERY IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: I /detest/ this chapter. You heard me, I detest it. I wrote about five endings for it, none of which I really liked. This is the one I like the best, and since I showed it to Jessie and she seemed to like it this is the one I'm posting. Please tell me if I should rewrite or not, because it really all comes down to your opinions.

Author's Note of Somewhat Less Importance: This is directed at ShadowJellicle, but is somewhat important to everyone. Were you unaware that the story wasn't over at the end of the last part? It is a Misto/Leccy story. And I know Victoria sounds like the usual snobby white cat - I did it on purpose. Here's why: (warning: rant ahead) The story is from Electra's point of view, and it is being told after the events being described already took place. Since Electra is not perfect and can not remember everything exactly as it happened, she is giving it her own spin, so to speak, that is to say making herself the better cat in the Electra vs. Victoria showdown. It's important to remember when reading this story that this is not how it happened - this is how Electra says it happened. I'm sure if Victoria were telling the story, it would be a lot different - Electra would probably end up the snob and she, Victoria, the victim.

(That ended up a lot longer than I intended. Please pardon my long-windedness and enjoy Part Two.)

Part Two.

The filling of the.

The next day, Mistoffelees and Victoria were going out.

Nobody needed to tell me, I just knew. I woke up and it slapped me in the face. "Mistoffelees asked Victoria out this morning and she said yes." It was just there. What a great way to start the morning.

I was right, too. The second I reached the Junkyard I got slapped again, this time by a visual. Mistoffelees and Victoria walking paw in paw. Mistoffelees and Victoria whispering to each other in low voices. Mistoffelees and Victoria giggling like Etcetera on catnip. Victoria leaning in and giving my Mistoffelees a sweet little kiss on the cheek.

And there it was. The third slap.

My Mistoffelees? MY Mistoffelees?!? That was it, then. I did love him, or at least felt for him the angsty teen equivalent of love. I had always known I liked him, of course, but I never really admitted it to myself. no, that's not right. Never really convinced myself of it, probably because I wasn't sure what it was like to be in love with someone, so I didn't know if what I felt was love or constipation. But I knew now. I loved my Mistoffelees.

Three slaps, you're out, I guess. Goodbye, Misto.

but then I told myself, "Self, Victoria can have Mistoffelees if she wants. Fine. But she's gonna have to pay for him. No one takes away my best friend and second-favorite eye candy for free!"

From that moment on, Sensitive Electra died and Cruel and Heartless Electra roamed free in my blood. I felt vicious.

I waltzed over to the two of them, a smirk on my face and sarcasm running through my veins. "So, Victoria, I didn't know dating toms you think are obnoxious is in right now."

Victoria responded simply, "It's not."

"Oh? Then what's the deal with that little furball on your arm, there?" I said smoothly.

"Who are you calling little?" cried Mistoffelees. I ignored him.

"Wasn't it just two days ago you were whining about what a brat he is?" I asked Victoria.

"Honestly, Electra, you're so dim!" shouted Victoria. "I only said that because I wanted an excuse to talk about him. I only said that because I thought he was adorable."

"You think I'm adorable?" Mistoffelees asked her.

"Well yeah," she said quietly.

He smiled. "I think you're adorable too."

I rolled my eyes. "I think I'm going to be sick."

They ignored me, and shared a tiny kiss. A tiny kiss that was well interrupted.

"Ewww!" shrieked Victoria, jumping up. "Look what you did! It's going to take me forever to get cleaned up!"

I wanted to say 'can't say I didn't warn you', but I was afraid that more of my breakfast would surface instead of the words.

Mistoffelees calmly ignored the regurgitated salmon all over him and walked over to me as Victoria ran away sobbing. "You alright?" he asked me.

My stomach seemed somewhat under control now, so I tentatively answered, "Yes and no"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I looked at him. "Misto I know this is gonna sound strange, but you can't go out with Victoria anymore."

"Why not?" he asked, narrowing his large brown eyes.

"Because well because you just can't!" I cried.

He huffed. "Look, Electra, I don't know what your problem is, but I have a date with Victoria tonight and I intend to keep it!" He turned to walk away.

"I like you!" I blurted out. "For Heaviside's sake, Misto, can't you tell? I like you!"

There. It was out. My confession lay open between us. Ever so slowly, Mistoffelees turned around and fixed his brown, brown eyes on me.

"I'm sorry, Electra," he murmured, "but you can't always get your way."

With that, he turned and walked away, leading me alone, fighting back tears, and covered in my own barf.

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The stars were bright that night, proving once and for all that stars are dumb. I was in no mood to see millions of little dots smiling down on me, twinkling without a care in the universe. I was in no mood to think about how Mistoffelees and Victoria were probably sharing another kiss in their warm, soft light.

"Electra?" said a voice behind me.

Or not.

"Vic?" I replied, puzzled. What was she doing here? "Your date over already?" I meant it to sound bitter, but it didn't come out that way.

She nodded glumly. "I messed up, Leccy, I messed up big time."

"What'd you do?"

"I went out with tom of your dreams."

I sighed. "Look, Vicki, Mistoffelees is not my 'property' or anything. You're free to go out with whoever you want."

"Yeah, I am," she said, "but that doesn't mean I should."

"I was a jerk, Vic, and I'm sorry about that. I'm also sorry I you know showed you my breakfast this morning."

She laughed, which was surprising. "Apology accepted, on one condition."

"Anything."

"That you go find Misto and talk to him right now."

I shook my head. "Anything but that."

She laughed again. "Electra, he likes you. He likes you! Go talk to him!"

I hesitated. "You sure you're alright with it?"

"Of course!" she answered without missing a beat. "I mean, they'll be billions of other toms for me. But you you gotta take 'em when they come!"

"Vic!" I cried in mock indignation.

We sat in a thoughtful silence for a few minutes before she finally said "Well? Are you going or not?"

"Yeah," I replied slowly. "Yeah, I'll go. Tomorrow."

"No, not tomorrow! Tonight!"

"No, not tonight. Tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to spend some time with one of my best friends."

I grinned at her, and she grinned back.

Victoria could be a pain sometimes, but in the end you couldn't help but love her. I could see why Mistoffelees liked her so much.

What I couldn't see was how on earth he could ever like me, especially after everything I'd done.

But there would be time to answer to that question, and many more, later. Tomorrow I'd talk to my Mistoffelees.

There it was again.

My Mistoffelees.

"I like the sound of that," I muttered.

"Like the sound of what?" asked Victoria.

"Nothing."

"Oh. Okay."

"Vic?"

"Yeah?"

"He really likes me?"

She smiled. "Yeah."

"He told you?"

"Uh-huh."

I smiled as well. Toms! Just when you think you've got them figured out, they surprise you. I suppose, then, that Etcetera's right - you can't trust any of them. Especially Mistoffelees.

Especially my Mistoffelees.

Corny, I know, but in a way just right.

fin.