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MAD CAT : 3 Am I in love?

I thought deeply at the statement. I am more mature for my age. Yet, when I'm with him, I was so childish. Even...girly. Now that I think about it, he's the first to make me blush. It was also my first kiss. I stood petrified. Wait, my mind argued, are you saying what I think I'm saying. This can't be. I'm in love?

My first love and it was a vampire...my heart did a little back flip. "Jul..." I felt a sting in my eyes. But it was just a dream, my logic said, you fell in love with a dream. Not just that but a man. The cruel words cut me deep.

Amy, my neighbor, looked at me searchingly. "You know, you can ask for help. You can't always be the one helping. Being mama bear or mama cat *she wagged her eyebrows* is a hard job. Let me help. I'll listen. I owe you a lot." She paused. "Please? I won't laugh or think bad of you. It will help me, by helping you. Just think that."

Amy pouted her lip at me, giving her puppy eyes. "You know that don't work on me." I smiled. "Ugh...stingy. You're such a mama cat. J.K. I know. But please? You can count on me."

I sighed. She is really worried and sincere about this. I'm not ready to say anything about Jul right now. Maybe, if I say the partial truth it will be enough for her. I'm really bad at saying no. "Ahem," I coughed, "well..." I looked around. "Let's get inside first." Almost reluctant, I turned around from the mailbox of the apartment complex, and I led her to my apartment, then to my living room.

"You know, it's dangerous for a woman to be in a man's house." I scolded. "It's fine, if it's you. Your mama cat." She giggled. "Stop calling me Mama Cat!" I glared at her. "Cute~" She sang.

She sat on the couch and grabbed one of my throw pillows. Amy hugged it tightly, squealing sooo~ soft. "You know, you're house is so warm and cozy. You're choice of furniture is also top notch. Just like you're cooking. And you are smart too, athletic but faster than stronger." She sighed in envy. I rolled my eyes at her.

"So elegant too. Like a cat. Now don't get mad! But Nowwy is so cat like. You play violin, even though you quit 2 years ago because the other guys called you girly. And you're fighting style is cat like too. So cool"

Ugh...her endless natter is killing me. "Omg. Sorry. So what's wrong." She finally went on subject. I groaned. "Well...I had a dream about this guy. Anyways, over all" I slurred my words trying to stall as much as possible. "Get on with it!" Amy's mouth slipped. Sorry she mouthed.

"Ahem..." I took a breath and quickly spat, "I think I'm gay." No point in giving the details. Cause over all, I like a guy...right? I mean I always thought I was straight, but I never really liked a girl before or dated one. My thoughts trailed.

"That's all!" She yelled. I jerked. Amy grumbled something under her breath about getting all excited for nothing. "What do you mean that's all. Anyways if you're gonna be like this, go home. Shoo shoo." I made a swatting gesture. Amy smirked at me. "Hmph! You can't get rid of me that easily." She winked.

We talked some more, but it was more of a yey, for her. "Now we can talk about boys yey~" I mimic a hyper girl tone. Ugh...I curled into my bed after she had left. Staring at the ceiling I sighed. ...Jul...I want to see you. Thinking like this, it makes me really think I'm in love with him.

But it was just a dream. Love is just a creation of chemicals from the brain, urging us to say we're compatible. So, what's sp wrong about that? a part of me argued. Shaking my head I though, it's JUST a dream. I know it is.

However, in the bottom of my heart I really wish he's real. He said he'll find me. He said he loved me. My mind is so clouded and chaotic. My heart hurts. "Jul, Julios..." With thoughts of him I fell asleep. Only to be greeted by a dreamless night.

I woke up early. Feeling very empty. Forget about him. Jul isn't real. I bit my lip, my fist clenched into a hard ball. Its time to visit an old friend. I thought. I stared at my reflection in my bathroom mirror.

A guy with black hair and black coffee eyes stared at me. His skin was pale, showing dark circles under my eyes. Beautiful? I never really thought of my appearance before. Slowly, I washed my face in cold water. His touch, his lips...I pinched my cheek.

"Ouch..." I meekly said. My old friend lived in a dojo out of town. So I took my bike and started to prepare for a long ride. My old friend is old literally, like 40 years old in appearance, but I know they are way older than that. People around me just seem to be younger than they should appear.

His name is Ruell. I don't know his last name. He's not a fan of latest technology. Ruell think it's too confusing. I stretched my limbs and joints. Still, why do I ride a bike? It's too dangerous to have a good car or crappy car near a weirdo like him.

I may say that but he is the wisest and kindest man I know. But he could be so annoying and lazy and so damn frustrating. But all that is for good reason.

He's also my teacher in offensive and defensive hand to hand combat. His wife teach me how to use wires and daggers. I learned that they used to be ninjas. I know...how right? Well, I was buying ice cream and I bumped into him.

5 years ago : "You! You're perfect! You need to learn our secret fighting arts called Night's Claws from me." An old man said. "Oh no dear, his too old to start training. They must start young." She said. (To be truthful they were the one that really started the rumor nickname of Mad Cat. They thought it would be cool.)

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