Yes, this is more than a one-shot :) The chapters will hopefully be longer, too. I tend to write short chapters but usually a lot happens. When it comes to fanfictions, my writing skills lower a little. If it's an original story, then yeah, I add good grammar and metaphors and other literary devices, but my fanfics are just fluffy, cheesy stories. Oh, and I'll probably add outside characters. They'll mostly be extras or unimportant characters. You know, like those random characters in movies that you have to have but they aren't really of relevance. Cats like that. Also, I'm going to describe the junkyard the way I see it, and when you picture, you'll probably picture it as some small alley, but to me it's actually the size of a big field, not a massive one you see out in the country, but like the size of a baseball diamond or something.
Misto woke up and groaned. He slapped the mained coon next to him.
"What was that for?" Tugger asked groggily.
"I keep telling you I don't want to sleep in this stupid toaster anymore," Misto said.
"You've been saying that for years."
"Well I mean it this time," Misto said, crossing his arms.
Tugger smirked and opened his eyes, looking at his cranky friend. He was always cranky in the mornings, especially when they slept in the toaster. Tugger loved sleeping in the metal toaster. Misto always said they should go home but Tugger asked him to stay for just a little longer, and then Tugger would talk on and on, whispering him stories or singing quietly so he fell asleep. Tugger never wanted to go home, while Misto wanted to get lost under the sheets and pillows of his queen-sized bed. Though Tugger knew how to make Misto do what he wanted. Misto could get Tugger wrapped around his finger sometimes, too, mostly by looking incredibly adorable. They each met in the middle most of the time, since they knew how to compromise.
"Come on Misto," he said. "Let's get some breakfast."
The two climbed down the junk pile and went to Jenny's den. "Hello boys," she greeted, smiling bright. Like every morning, she handed them a plate of crumpets and milk. They sat down in her living room and Tugger devoured five crumpets while Misto regally ate one. They left quickly and hit the junkyard.
"What should we do today?" Tugger asked.
"What do we do everyday?" Misto replied looking up at his much taller friend.
"Let's prank someone today."
"Munkustrap?"
"Brilliant! I already have a plan set out."
Misto rolled his eyes.
"Don't get snappy, little Miss Priss."
"I'm not being snappy at all," Misto said innocently.
"I'm not afraid to slap you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"Well - neither am I," and with that, Misto shoved his friend and ran like a queen ahead of him, giggling all the way.
Tugger immediately ran after his friend, chasing him. They ran through the center yard, manuevering around people, accidently knocking into a few and making them drop stuff. They ran to the back of the junkyard and Tugger finally caught Misto, tackling him to the ground. They wrestled each other, trying to pin one another down. Tugger was much stonger than Misto, since Misto was practically a queen and he eventually pinned him down. "I give!" Misto yelled. Tugger got off of him and they sat next to each other, panting and laughing.
"Okay, let's do the prank later when Munk's on duty," Tugger said. "For now, let's go to the clearing and dance."
"Okay," Misto said excitedly.
The Junkyard lied between two very tall brick building and there were two tall fences on either side. On the other side of the front fence was the London streets, and that's where people usually entered, but only a few left or entered. On the other side of the back fence was the dock and then the ocean. Within the Junkyard, all along the edges were giant piles of junk. In the four corners the junk piles were tallest, and as they went along the sides, they got smaller and smaller and then grew into the other corners. They junk piled stuck out from the brick walls and fences very far, too, so one would have to walk along a lot of junk in order to touch an edge. Within these walls of junk there would be random clearings where junk failed to fill. There'd just be a gap of the ground with so much junk surrounding it one would've never thought that little clearing was there. So Tugger and Misto went to one of these clearing and they danced and chased rats and sang and goofed off and Misto put on one of his magic shows for Tugger.
Then lunch time rolled around and they grew hungry. They knew Jenny always cooked a pie at noon to share with the other old cats at twelve-thirty, and she cheesily stuck it on her window sill to let cool. Then she'd go and make sandwiches for all the younger cats. At this time, Misto and Tugger snuck around her house - and they stole the pie. They scurried away and sat in the clearing, devouring the pie, Misto not being so modest with his eating. Then they took a cat nap, being tired from eating all the pie. They went back to the den lived in with his sister and uncle when he was in the Junkyard and him and Tugger fell asleep in his massive bed fit for a queen. They woke up later and were much refreshed and rejuvinated.
"Okay, let's get to this prank now," Tugger said.
"What shall we do Tuggsy?" Misto asked, much livelier and kittenish.
"Let's do something simple to get it out of the way. I have many plans running around in my head, stuff for us to do today. Let's get a bucket of water and dump it on him."
"Simple and yet still hilarious. I love it! You truly are brilliant Sherlock."
"I wouldn't be so brilliant without you as my partner Watson. Let's go."
They ran to Jenny's den and peeked into the window where Jenny and Jelly and a few of the other older cats were sitting around playing bridge were at. Misto, who was more sly and less clumsy than Tugger, snuck in through the back and retrieved a pale. They ran to the little brook that ran through one little part of the Junkyard where the corner of the extremely tall back fence and brick building met. They filled it up and then ran to the front fence and to the corner junk pile where Munk kept a look-out since he was newly named the Jellicle Protector. They knew that Munk sat on a flat surface that jutted out, sitting on the pile and the fence. Junk still kept growing and so Tugger and Misto climbed a top the junk pile and crawled quietly to the edge so they could look down at Munk.
The sight before them left Tugger in shock and Misto in confusion. They peered down and saw Munkustrap kissing his best friend, Alonzo. Tugger was shocked, so shocked that he didn't even realize he dropped the bucket of water until it fell on the two toms below.
"Shit!" Alonzo hissed, him and Munk shaking off the water. Then it dawned on them that someone was above them.
"Tugger," said Munk, embarrassed. "I-It's not what it looks like."
Tugger wasn't sure what to do, so he grabbed Misto's hand and they ran like two bats out of Hell. They jumped from junk pile to junk pile until they made it all the way to the pile in the opposite corner where their toaster was. They sat inside, not saying anything.
Misto was completely naive to the whole subject of kissing and sex and relationships. No queens or toms or anyone ever flirted with him or made any inclination that they perhaps had a crush on him. He never cared either, because Tugger usually consumed his time. Tugger, however, flirted with queens, had kissed a bunch of them, and had even slept with some, though more with ones outside of the junkyard. So, Misto asked, "Why were they kissing? Don't toms kiss queens?"
Tugger looked at his friend. The thoughts running through his head were going so fast he could hardly think. Munk was kissing his best friend. Two friends had a deeper relationship. Best friends made the best lovers. Tugger couldn't think straight. He looked to Misto - and it all came crashing down. Misto, who was so beautiful in the eyes of Tugger, with his queenish body, primped and pampered fur and big, gorgeous ice blue eyes. His adorable smile and sassy strut. The way he'd look at you and how he'd blush when he was off in thought. Tugger thought Misto was the most brilliant cat in the world, the way he could do magic tricks, and the way he thought and spoke and danced. Tugger loved Misto...but he never thought how deep his love went.
"Th-They were kissing because...they love each other," Tugger said. "Or, I mean, I think they love each other. Like...they're in love maybe."
"Oh..." Misto said, for he did know what being in love was, although he never thought about himself being in love with someone.
"Or...they could just be kissing - in a friendly way. Some people do that."
"Really?"
"Uh...yeah - yes. Absolutely."
"Well..."
"...Do you...wanna try it?" Tugger asked. He was like a virgin kitten all over again. He had kissed toms before, only from outside the junkyard when he went to visit his brother, and he had hooked up with them occasionally, but for every kiss he ever had and for every hook up he ever had, too, they never meant anything. They were just flings and one night stands. Though kissing Misto to him was something meaningful...even if he didn't know what it meant yet.
"Uh...well, yeah, but..."
"We shouldn't tell anyone. It's rude to kiss and tell."
Misto smiled faintly. "Okay," he whispered. He suddenly grew anticipated for this kiss. After all the years of not caring about kissing he finally realized why his sister day-dreamed about it. Just the feeling of almost being kissed was wonderful.
They were sitting next to each other, staring intently. Tugger was the one who leaned in first. Misto leaned in, too, and - sparks. When their lips locked, Misto felt something he had never felt inside of him. It was the first break of dawn on the horizon of the sea, the smell of the air before it rained, the smile suppressing laughter. It was the first feeling of true love.
Tugger couldn't believe the feelings he had as he kissed his best friend. It was more than lust. Not only did his loins want Misto but so did his heart. He couldn't believe he was thinking he might've been in love with his best friend for so long and just realizing it now. He had no idea if it was true, his feeling that he might love Mistoffelees, but at that moment he didn't care. Compared to all the other kisses he had, this was the best. This meant something, and yet he still didn't know what it meant.
They let go, and they both smiled genuinely at one another. Their grins were wide and their eyes were swimming in bliss. They both leaned in and kissed again, adding a little more intensity to it. Tugger gently pushed Misto onto his back, towering over him. He licked Misto's lips with his tongue, being allowed an entrance. Their tongues danced around the interior of their mouths, exploring the new territory. Tugger lowered his body on top of Misto, heat immediately growing in his loins as he made contact in particular areas of the smaller tom's. Tugger wrapped his arms around Misto, Misto doing the same. Their hands roamed each other gently, enticing the skin that they touched. They both jumped as thunder sounded, being brought back to the world outside of their embrace.
"We should go - before the rain gets too heavy," Tugger said.
"You mean you actually want to go home instead of sleep in the toaster?" Misto asked.
Tugger laughed, and it wasn't just because what Misto said was funny, but it was just the fact that Misto was his best friend and that he had had the most amazing kiss he could imagine. "Just come on." They ran down the junk pile, rain soaking them to the bone. They ran to Misto's den, knowing that Vicki would stay at Jenny's with her friends since they were afraid of the rain, thinking they'd be alone.
But they were wrong.
Hm...who or what could be lurking in Misto's den?
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