Mistoffelees was utterly adorable. I couldn't get enough of him! He was shy, but I could tell he was actually trying. I figured this out and so I would stop talking, which would make him talk because he must've thought I was bored. Though even if we weren't talking I wasn't bored. I liked looking at him (duh).

"Do you ever wish you were born in a different tribe?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Like, I think it would be interesting if I were born here instead of on the upper east side. What if our worlds were reversed?"

I smirked. "I don't think much would change. I act like this tribe is any other place in the world, and you'd probably still be...queenly."

"Uh! I am not queenly," he said, pouting.

Oh my goodness, even when he was upset he was adorable. "Please. You're like a queen in a tom's body."

"No I'm not," he snapped. Who knew he could be so fiesty?

"Well, even if you are in denial, I like that about you."

He didn't look at me, but I could tell he was considering it over again. "My uncle says he doesn't want me to live here. He says I'm...delicate."

I snorted a laugh and held it in once I saw his glare. "Wait, so your uncle is back?"

He nodded.

I groaned. "Your uncle doesn't like me. He doesn't say it to my face because of my dad, but he thinks I'm trashy."

Misto gasped.

"What?" I asked, alert.

He smiled. "Well, I remember my uncle talking about some of the cats before and he was talking about you. He was saying something about how one of Deuteronomy's sons was creepy-demonic, the other was super noble and perfect, and then the other was a trashy whore."

I laughed. For one thing, it was just funny, but he also said whore, and an adorable person like him cussing was simply funny. "Well, Mac's the creepy one. Munk's the noble one. And I'm a trashy whore."

"Are you really?"

"No, of course not. I flirt around a lot with a bunch of people, but he's probably talking about how I hang out with Vicki and Etcy and Electra and all them. Everyone thinks I lead them on, but they know I won't be with them. They've come onto me, I told them I wasn't interested, they were mad, we made up, and now we're all just friends. I kind of practice flirting with them, but so do they. They're fun. They're my friends. Practically my only friends."

"A bunch of girls are your only friends. So gay."

I laughed obnoxiously. Oh lord, he's wonderful. "I'm just a little gay."

"Really?"

"Duh. Why else would I be hanging around you?"

He blushed tremendously and looked away.

"I do have guy friends, but I have to put up my macho front up to them."

"Well, you're not acting all macho with me."

"Well that's because you're like a queen."

He threw his hands up and turned his back to me.

"It's not a bad thing. I told you I like it about you, and I can definitely tell your a tom."

He looked over his shoulder and down his nose at me.

I laughed. "You're so cute."

He smiled and turned around. "I was talking the other day with my uncle, and he told me who I should talk to and who not to talk to."

"And he told you not to talk to me."

"Yep. Though I like you. You're nice."

"Yes, I am incredibly nice...sometimes."

"When aren't you nice?"

I smirked. "Well, I've hurt a few people in my time. I'm mean to my brothers, but they don't get hurt. I've hurt some of the queens, but we've made up. So if I ever hurt you, just know that I'll regret it and be miserable until we make up, unless you do something so horrible I have every right to be mad at you, but that will least likely happen."

He giggled. Ugh! I was going crazy by how freaking cute he was! "You talk kind of weird."

"What? How?"

"You say things like a book."

"I am quite articulate."

"You're pretty queenly, too."

"No I'm not!"

He guffawed a laugh, finding my reaction humorous. "Hm, I think I've founf your weakness."

"No, that's just an annoyance, but most definitely not a weakness."

"What is?" he asked, leaning forward.

"I'll tell you one and then you tell me one."

"Deal."

"Okay...my weakness is compliments. It's pretty obvious, but if you flatter me enough, I'll do just about anything. Your turn."

"Uh...I think my weakness is romance. If someone does a bunch of romantic stuff then I'll be in so much bliss I'll do anything. Even if nothing romantic happens with me but with another person, I'll still be all blissful."

"Hm, I'll have to use that to my advantage," I told him.

"When you're taking advantage of me?"

"Oh please, I would never do that Misty."

He smiled at the nickname I called him. Then he crawled off the bed and over to the door, me looking at his ass the entire time. It was so tight and like a bubble. It was adorably sexy, like him. He stood up and opened the door. "Are you coming?"

"Where are we going?"

He smiled. "You'll see."

Hm...I forgot I had this story. Sorry!