The fading smells of breakfast hit my nose and my stomach grumbled. I checked the clock above the side wall entrance to the dining room area. It was eight thirty in the morning and I was awake. Wow.

Sighing, I took a seat next to Anthony on the island table, not caring if he didn't like me or not. Don't get me wrong, the shower was refreshing, but I was still tired. I put my head on my hand, holding it up on the island. Anthony was quiet and for once I was glad, yet sad. Very odd…

I glanced around the area from the kitchen to the family open family room. No one was there. I glanced by the stove again to see Layla cooking some things. The area around the stove looked so warm and it was only then did I realize I was cold.

My dark fitting jeans Layla had gotten me this morning were nice to keep my legs warm, but sometimes the material could also get cold. Right now my legs seemed fine, it was my arms that seemed to chill and attain goose bumps. My short-sleeved red t-shirt wasn't doing the job of keeping me warm. I glanced over at Anthony with his black and red hoodie.

I grinned slightly. Warmth! But then I frowned, thinking that Anthony rather have me dead than to lend me his hoodie. Oh well, I have to try.

"Anthony…" I whispered for some odd reason I just felt like it. Half trying to annoy him and half not.

"What?" He asked as he looked over at me with a bored expression, yet clearly annoyed.

I grinned a fake, huge, smile as he looked over at me. Sickly sweet.

"Um… can I borrow your hoodie? I'm kind of cold here."

I expected him to say no and to say something along the lines of 'get your own', but what I did not expect was to see him take his hoodie off and hand it out to me.

Needless to say I was shocked for a bit before I took the clothing from him.

"Thanks" I mumbled to him.

If I was not mistaken, I think I saw a faint quirk of his lips on his bored and indifferent-looking face.

I took the hoodie and put it on. It was warm…. It felt good. The sleeves were a bit too long, but not by much. The torso of the hoodie fit me just fine, if not maybe only slightly too loose. The length sitting was a little passed my waist, but it did not matter.

Smiling, I put my arms on the island, putting my right cheek on them as my face faced towards Anthony and Layla. I closed my eyes briefly, being able to smell Anthony's scent on the hoodie. It smelled good, hard to tell what it was exactly, but as of now his scent- it smelled wonderful, comforting.

I took a few more deep breaths before lifting my head up to watch Layla. She moved her way over to me and handed Anthony a plate to pass to me. I thanked both of them and set out to eat with the provided fork. Eggs, bacon, and toast… yum.

I finished right before Anthony did, sipping down my apple juice as he stood. I watched him and he glanced over. He nodded his head towards the open archway that led to the dining room that was behind us. My eyebrows rose in my curiosity, but nevertheless I followed him, setting my cup down on the table and sneaking out with him before Layla noticed.

He made sure I was following him before heading upstairs. I followed of course and he led me to my room. I stopped in front of the door as he reached for the handle. By then I was between him and the door, my hand on his on the handle.

He seemed surprised at first before smirking and backing up, his hands in front of him in mock-surrender. I did not like this. Why would he lead me to my room when I knew where it was? He dropped his hands before crossing them and leaning against the wall of the hallway.

"What?" I asked him, wanting to know why he led me here and why he was just standing there.

"When are you going to explain the cat to us?"

I gasped, grabbing him and yanking him into my room, making sure the door was locked. I stood against my door as he sat on my made bed, eyeing the cat currently perched in the windowsill next to my bed.

"Don't tell anybody." I warned him.

So the cat was moody earlier, I still very much tended to like him already. Then something hit me.

"Hey! How did you know there was a cat in here?" I practically yelled at him, but toned it down so others –if they were around- did not hear.

He just laughed and leaned back on the bed, his arms propping him up.

"I saw him skirting across the hall to your room before you went to shut your door before going downstairs."

"Then how did you get down there before me?"

"Simple, when your back was turned I hurried up to get downstairs, duh."

Uh-huh, sure. Little spy. Oh well.

"Just please don't tell, please?" I was practically begging him as I moved toward the bed.

He grinned like he was going to tell anyway. I moved to hit him but instead he moved, his legs hitting mine as I lost balance and feel face-first on the bed next to his sitting form. He was laughing and not paying attention. I grinned like mad before I gripped his waist and pulled him down, not letting go.

"Hah!"

He growled before he glared at me while I was just smiling like an idiot. The cat- Jinx as I decided to call him (yes him… I checked) - took it at that moment to hiss and growl as he skirted from the window and onto the floor to hide underneath the dresser.

That had us both looking and watching him. Anthony and I glanced back at each other before I realized I was still holding onto his waist and slightly on top of him. Well, I quickly ended that as I scooted off the bed and to the window where earlier today I was pressed against. Not a pleasant thought.

He followed and stood behind me, looking out the window. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that would scare Jinx.

"Stupid cat."

"I heard that… and his name is Jinx."

"You're naming him?"

"Yes, you got a problem with that?"

"Nope."

I grinned as I knew I won. I glanced under the dresser to see Jinx's auburn eyes stare right back. You know, I really think I'm going to like this cat. I straightened up as I saw Anthony at the door.

"Anthony… why are you nice to me all of the sudden?"

I could not help but to ask him and he seemed to pause as his back faced me and his hand reached for the door knob.

"Because… you're pack."

And that was it and he was out the door, shutting it behind him. Only then did Jinx come back out as I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I knew he was out because I felt him prodding the jacket and getting ready to settle down on my stomach. I was glad he was not that heavy now. I sighed, watching as his form raised and fell. I laid my own head back and closed by eyes, listening as a breeze swepped across the house.

Hehe, two updates one after the other. I know you all love me now. I just want to thank you all again so much for the reviews- this is a kind of 'thank you' present. Those are what really helped me get this update up. Also, this one is a bit longer than the other too. Thank you all so much!