Don't you just hate it when you download freeware from the internet, promised amazing software you don't have to pay for, but then realize that it comes with a shitton of extra things you don't want that you can't remove from your hard drive? Yeah…me too…
Oh, and thanks, JellicleSoul635, for the honest advice, and believe me, I know entirely how bad I am about that. Truthfully, the worst writing habits of mine are never proofreading, or thinking twice about whether I want to upload something or not, which can sometimes end it catastrophe if it happens just right. I'll work on that. :) Oh, and you're welcome for the French XD
Okay, let's just pretend that RIGHT NOW is last Friday, so that it will be less obvious that I'm way too damn late. Ah who am I kidding, it's not like you're keeping track! Here's a fourth chapter for all of you! And…go!
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Journalism had gone by very well for Demeter, which, as she anticipated, was so far her favorite class, as it was a college prep class elective. She chose it based on her long-time wanting to be a news journalist, which, as of now, was headed in a steady direction. The first day, of course, involved plenty of syllabus reading, as she had expected, but they also found out that every student in all six periods of this elective, would get to opportunity to try out for the Jellicle High newspaper, which would include a 500 word report on any newsworthy story around the school, due by next Friday. She was already excited to find a good story, even if it was only just announced. She knew she had to act fast if she wanted that spot on the newspaper.
Upon finding her locker, she tried her best to remember the combination, and set her book inside, setting her Algebra notebook inside her back pack, only to suddenly feel a lingering presence around her. Automatically knowing who it was, she spun around, to prove herself right. Munkustrap was there, standing tall, holding his arms up with curled fingers in a mock-monster stance before grinning sheepishly, noticing her smile and roll her eyes. Demeter than felt a second pair of arms wrap themselves around her from behind, as well as a deepening voice on her neck.
"Are you ready to go, Babe?"
"I am."
She smiled at him, turning around to hug him from the front, blushing madly as she felt his hands slip their way into her back pockets. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him to see a suggestive grin plastered to his face. She gave him a faux-angered face, wagging her finger in a teasing manner, "Hands, Mac."
"Sorry. Must've slipped my mind."
"Sure let's go with that." She smirked, leaning up to kiss him on the jawline.
"So, are we going?" asked Munkustrap suddenly, causing the couple to snap back to normality, blushing a bit as the tall tabby cat smirked, and began walking the way with them down the stairs of the main building, and to the parking lot. Approaching an unfamiliar black truck, Demeter seemed a bit reluctant. She looked at her ginger tom, who had an arm slung around her waist.
"Whose truck is this?"
"Mine", answered Munkustrap, opening the passenger door for Demeter. The truck looked a bit old, not old enough to sport plenty of rust, but enough for it to be noticeable. The tires were very large, she also noticed, with dirt caked in on the sides, and a few stickers had been put on the back window, like a Union Jack and a Monster logo. Climbing into the smaller middle seat, in between the two twin brothers, Demeter buckled her lap belt, hearing the drivers door slam shut as Munkustrap hopped inside, pulling the gears from P to R, and back to D as they made their way out of school grounds.
Students were aloud to leave campus during Lunch hour, as long as they didn't ditch completely. Not that the rule was any more enforced than any other, as many disobeyed it from time to time. Turning the wheel down a few less busy streets, Munkustrap pulled into the small parking lot of a little retro-looking diner, with the name, 'Dominick's' in a red neon across the door, and on the top of the building. The diner was owned by Munkustrap and Macavity's parents.
Mrs. Dominick rushed out from the kitchen, her hair tied in a turquoise bandana, a small smile on her face. She was human, which most people found a bit odd, considering that most human/feline crossbreeds were either handicapped or mentally retarded, that is if they even survived birth, But Mrs. Dominick hadn't given birth to either of the tree boys she called her sons, but was their stepmother, and had raised them after their birth mother, Grizabella, died. Tugger was adopted into the family, and Munkustrap and Macavity were twins.
Mrs. Dominick was Caucasian, with long wavy red hair, and green eyes, much like Macavity. She had a few unnoticeable grey hairs, and was showing signs of aging, but was still very pretty. She smiled at the trio, gesturing to the whole nearly empty restaurant,
"Wherever you guys want."
They made their was to a booth on the far side of the restaurant, beside a window overlooking Main Street. A seond waitress came by with a notepad, an old friend of Mac and Munkus. She smiled at them, "To drink, guys?"
"Coke." Said Macavity simply.
"Coffee, please…" said Munkustrap, looking over the menu subtly.
"And you?" she asked, looking at Demeter with a sweet smile, as said queen looked up suddenly, and gave a small smile.
"Oh, right, Sprite, please. Thanks."
The waitress, a queen-teen named Victoria, gave them a smile, and walked rather slowly past their booth, her fluffy pure white tail lightly slipping across the fur on Munkustrap's arm as she went. The grey tom's brow furrowed as he looked back at her, and then back to the couple across from him. Macavity was silently sniggering, his left hand's thumb and index fingers forming an 'O', and the left's index finger inching slowly toward eachother. Munkustrap gave a small grunt of disapproval, rolling his eyes as Demeter nudged the ginger tom with her elbow.
"Dude, she totally wants you."
"Isn't she with Mistofelees?"
"Nope, they broke up just a few days ago. Have you seen the way she's been looking at you?"
"Yeah, but I've known her too long to really change it that fast, you know? Kind of ruins it.
Macavity shrugged as their mother brought a tray of the drinks, handing the glasses of soda to Macavity and Demeter, and the coffee mug to Munkustrap. She looked at Demeter, a small notepad in hand, "I already know what these bozo's want, Sweetie, what can I get for you?"
"Oh, um…just a Caesar salad please."
"Any soup with that, Hon?"
"No…thank you."
As Munkustrap stirred creamer into his mug of coffee, he observed Demeter with watchful green eyes, taking a mental note on how shy she seemed. He was almost wondering how she would survive in Drama class later that day. He took a sip of the drink, as they heard a bell over the front door of the establishment chime, and saw two figured walk in, holding backpacks and happy smiles. It was Rumpleteazer and Amy. The blonde teen grinned, running over, nearly squealing as they sat down at the large booth. Amy scooted in next to Munkustrap, followed by Rumpleteazer, who at on the edge, looking around the seating area of the diner, as a waitor approached them. Mungojerrie. Rumpleteazer's jaw nearly hit the table as she saw the cockney accented tom approach the booth, notepad in hand.
"How are you working here right now?"
"Oh, I get an extra period on Tuesdays and Thursdays to work here. It's good for college credits. To drink?"
"Sweet tea, extra lemon! I need to use the ladies room!" said Amy, jumping across her friend. She gave Mungojerrie a kiss on the muzzle before bouncing off towards the restrooms. Rumpleteazer's teeth were clenched as she looked up at the tom she loved, "Coke…please…"
"Right! I'm on it!"
He trotted off towards the kitchen as Rumpleteazer sighed, before looking to her left, noticing a certain striped tom stirring his coffee, looking into the cup with some amount of interest. An idea popped into her head as she scooted closer to him, taking his right arm into her hands as she leant up beside him, here head on his shoulder. He snapped up suddenly, looking down at his right. Why the hell was Rumpleteazer suddenly on him?
"Whoa, Teazer, get some." Said Demeter, giggling, as her calico friend gave her a few jerks of the head, signaling her to be quiet as Mungojerrie approached the table, setting the drinks there. He looked at Rumpleteazer, gesturing to the menu. She shook her head,m not hungry, as she snuggled her head back onto Munkustrap's shoulder. Said tom was at this moment, beginning to feel very uncomfortable.
"Eh, um…Rumpleteazer. What…What are you doing?"
"Just, erm…Fine! Pretend to date me so I can get Mungo jealous!"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me! Please!"
"I- uhh"
Demeter shook her head, placing her hand on Rumpleteazer, a stern look on her face, a bit of a tense glint in her hazel eyes, "Rumple, no."
"But-"
"No."
The whole table was quiet by this point. Munkustrap sat there, confused as ever. Macavity looked at Demeter, oddity apparent on his facial features, and Rumpleteazer sighing in defeat. Amy then suddenly reappeared, grinning like always, bouncing along into the booth, and daintily sipping her tea, "Did I miss anything?"
Sorry, I wrote this under a time limit. If these first chapters are kind of boring, I'm sorry, I'm setting up the story, to hopefully be a nice long one. Also, I'll be, at some points, asking for your opinions about where the story should go. Obviously, in the description, it states that this will eventually turn in a Munk/Dem/Mac triangle, but I want to take time building it up, and put some good old high school drama into this. So, here are some options I want you to choose from. There are absolutely NO promises I'll do it, as I may get a better idea, but tell me which of these possible 'choose-your-own-adventures' you would like me to write out.
Turn the Rumple/Munkus fake couple into a subplot, to build things up more.
Have something happen between Munkus and Demeter in Drama class.
Have something random happen. You say what in a review or PM.
And, lastly, I'll be taking OC's soon. So get some in mind, the guidelines will be in the next chapter. REVIEW!
-M18