AN: Sorry this chapter took so long to make. I've been so busy with things recently. But here it is! Chapter 4! Thank you all so much for your reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own Garfield, Jim Davis does. Lucky duck. --;
Chapter IV: So much for a date
A brown tabby was locked tails with Midnight, sitting very close. The male feline was flirting desperately with Midnight; it was enough to make Garfield want to hack up a fur ball. But to his surprise, she pushed him away and shot him a disgusted glance. He seemed to ignore the gesture, and kept pulling his luck. Something pulled him towards them; anger reeled him over to them. They both looked up at the raged animal, and arched a brow.
Garfield opened his mouth to let lose the anger that he held inside, but couldn't. Besides, did he have reason to get mad? It wasn't like he had claim on her. Now that would be silly. Nearly as silly as still wearing the Odie costume.
"Ah! Dog! I will protect you fair maiden!" The brown tabby declared, stepping in front of her as if to protect her form harm.
Garfield looked around for any sign of a dog, standing ground to prepare himself to protect Midnight from danger. He heard a hiss and twisting his head around he saw the crazy tabby lunging himself at Garfield with claws outstretched. The crazed feline started to claw Garfield angrily, All Garfield did was cover his face, and his Odie costume began to rip and tear. Once the outfit was shattered into squared fabric on the ground, the brown tabby stopped, then backed up.
Midnight ran over to Garfield, "Oh! Garfield I'm so sorry. We didn't recognize you!" She looked down at him worriedly; all Garfield could do at this moment was groan.
"Quick, Francis, help me get him inside."
Garfield then blacked out. He woke up hours later with a smell of food, and a tint of perfume lingering in the air. He opened his eyes and his gaze instantly met Midnight's blue orbs. "Midnight?... I saw... I saw the light!" He mumbled. "Am I dead?"
"No silly. You just simply blacked out. Francis didn't harm you. But I think you overreacted about the attack and you just fainted. So, no, your not dead. Your costume, however, well, there is no repair for it I'm afraid." She teased playfully.
Garfield got to his feet, then sat down in front of her. His tail curling beside him. "Who is Francis?" He asked, a little jealousy in his tone.
"Oh, well he's my neighbor too! He lives just across from us. I just know that you two can sort out your differences, he's a really nice guy. We'll all be the best of friends." She announced gleefully. "Here, let me introduce you two. You haven't been properly aquatinted yet."
Garfield, however, didn't seem to think so. With the way that cat was acting towards Midnight, it was not some friendly game. But Garfield respected Midnight, and he wouldn't argue with her decision. And what did she mean by friend?
The two male felines looked at each other. It was like one of those western shows Garfield watched on TV; they stared hatefully into each other's eyes, with mini-guns in their hands, ready to fire. Garfield snapped out of his fancy world when Francis reached out a friendly paw. "Pleasure meeting you, my name, which I'm sure you heard already, is Francis." He bowed slightly.
"Umm, Garfield." He replied stiffly. Clutching his paw tightly, Francis noticed this but all he did was smile. "Hey Midnight," Francis turned his gaze to her. "Garfield and I, need to have some 'guy talk'. Do you mind?"
"Not at all!" Midnight exclaimed excitedly. "You two take your time to get to know each other, and I'll fetch us some cups of nice cold milk." Before Garfield could plead her to stay, she vanished into the other room.
Unexpectedly, Garfield found himself crushed against a wall. Francis had grabbed his chest and thrust him to the wall with fury. "Listen here mate, Midnight is mine. So back off. I know a lot of street cats around these parts that will rip you to threads if you even lay a paw on Midnight. So don't make any stupid moves." With one paw holding him up, his other paw released on razor sharp claw. His claw gently traced over the sensitive parts of Garfield's throat that could easily slice him now. Did he file those claws or what?
He released Garfield when Midnight returned with a small plate with four glasses of milk. "Milk gentlemen?"
The rest of the night was silent between Garfield and Francis. Whenever Garfield seemed to even try to say a word, Francis would shot him the nastiest glare. But of course, Garfield being the way he was. Was not going to coward over this one cat. No, Garfield had a plan...
Disclaimer: I do not own Garfield, Jim Davis does. Lucky duck. --;
Chapter IV: So much for a date
A brown tabby was locked tails with Midnight, sitting very close. The male feline was flirting desperately with Midnight; it was enough to make Garfield want to hack up a fur ball. But to his surprise, she pushed him away and shot him a disgusted glance. He seemed to ignore the gesture, and kept pulling his luck. Something pulled him towards them; anger reeled him over to them. They both looked up at the raged animal, and arched a brow.
Garfield opened his mouth to let lose the anger that he held inside, but couldn't. Besides, did he have reason to get mad? It wasn't like he had claim on her. Now that would be silly. Nearly as silly as still wearing the Odie costume.
"Ah! Dog! I will protect you fair maiden!" The brown tabby declared, stepping in front of her as if to protect her form harm.
Garfield looked around for any sign of a dog, standing ground to prepare himself to protect Midnight from danger. He heard a hiss and twisting his head around he saw the crazy tabby lunging himself at Garfield with claws outstretched. The crazed feline started to claw Garfield angrily, All Garfield did was cover his face, and his Odie costume began to rip and tear. Once the outfit was shattered into squared fabric on the ground, the brown tabby stopped, then backed up.
Midnight ran over to Garfield, "Oh! Garfield I'm so sorry. We didn't recognize you!" She looked down at him worriedly; all Garfield could do at this moment was groan.
"Quick, Francis, help me get him inside."
Garfield then blacked out. He woke up hours later with a smell of food, and a tint of perfume lingering in the air. He opened his eyes and his gaze instantly met Midnight's blue orbs. "Midnight?... I saw... I saw the light!" He mumbled. "Am I dead?"
"No silly. You just simply blacked out. Francis didn't harm you. But I think you overreacted about the attack and you just fainted. So, no, your not dead. Your costume, however, well, there is no repair for it I'm afraid." She teased playfully.
Garfield got to his feet, then sat down in front of her. His tail curling beside him. "Who is Francis?" He asked, a little jealousy in his tone.
"Oh, well he's my neighbor too! He lives just across from us. I just know that you two can sort out your differences, he's a really nice guy. We'll all be the best of friends." She announced gleefully. "Here, let me introduce you two. You haven't been properly aquatinted yet."
Garfield, however, didn't seem to think so. With the way that cat was acting towards Midnight, it was not some friendly game. But Garfield respected Midnight, and he wouldn't argue with her decision. And what did she mean by friend?
The two male felines looked at each other. It was like one of those western shows Garfield watched on TV; they stared hatefully into each other's eyes, with mini-guns in their hands, ready to fire. Garfield snapped out of his fancy world when Francis reached out a friendly paw. "Pleasure meeting you, my name, which I'm sure you heard already, is Francis." He bowed slightly.
"Umm, Garfield." He replied stiffly. Clutching his paw tightly, Francis noticed this but all he did was smile. "Hey Midnight," Francis turned his gaze to her. "Garfield and I, need to have some 'guy talk'. Do you mind?"
"Not at all!" Midnight exclaimed excitedly. "You two take your time to get to know each other, and I'll fetch us some cups of nice cold milk." Before Garfield could plead her to stay, she vanished into the other room.
Unexpectedly, Garfield found himself crushed against a wall. Francis had grabbed his chest and thrust him to the wall with fury. "Listen here mate, Midnight is mine. So back off. I know a lot of street cats around these parts that will rip you to threads if you even lay a paw on Midnight. So don't make any stupid moves." With one paw holding him up, his other paw released on razor sharp claw. His claw gently traced over the sensitive parts of Garfield's throat that could easily slice him now. Did he file those claws or what?
He released Garfield when Midnight returned with a small plate with four glasses of milk. "Milk gentlemen?"
The rest of the night was silent between Garfield and Francis. Whenever Garfield seemed to even try to say a word, Francis would shot him the nastiest glare. But of course, Garfield being the way he was. Was not going to coward over this one cat. No, Garfield had a plan...