hey guys, Serpan here with chapter two of Just Maybe! Maybe if I just leave it alone it'll write itself...hehe just kidding! I love writing this!
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As you walked through the bustling streets of New York to get back to your apartment, you heard a soft cats meow coming from a nearby alley. You sped up your pace, walking over into the alley and finding a box. You peered into the box, finding a small ginger and black kitten. You could see its bones, the poor thing. You picked it up, hiding it in your coat and you looked around, walking back onto the sidewalk and swerving away from the big crowd of people, walking to the less-used half of the concrete walkway.
When you got to your apartment you opened the door, walking inside and taking the little out of your jacket. "Dave! I'm home!" You called, taking your jacket off and picking the kitten back up, carrying it to the kitchen.
You got a can of tuna, hearing the footsteps indicating that Dave was approaching. You knew this drill by heart, so at instinct you dropped everything and pulled out your sword, standing at the ready as Dave peeked around the corner.
"Bro, why the hell is there a cat on the counter?" Dave asked, pointing to the small kitten lying on the counter. "I found it in a box and took pity on it, why? Are you afraid of it?" You said, picking up the can of tuna and opening it the rest of the way, setting it on the counter and watching it hungrily lap up the fish.
"No, but I was just wondering." Dave said, leaning against the threshold of the kitchen door and watching you and the kitten. Once the cat had eaten the whole can of tuna you picked it back up again, throwing the empty can away and taking the kitten and heading to your room, stopping after you passed Dave. "Hey, Dave. Do you know the three new people at the coffee shop down the street?" You asked, turning. "No, I was just about to ask if you did." Dave said, pushing off and heading to his room.
The next morning, you awoke to the sound of meowing, forgetting for a slight bit that you had a cat now. You got up, rubbing your eyes and slipping on your shades, standing up and walking over to your closet, slipping on your signature t-shirt with the orange hat, an orange hoodie and black skinny jeans.
You walked over to the bed you made for your cat out of blankets, picking it up and making your way to the kitchen to feed it. When you made your way into the kitchen, you grabbed a can of tuna and set the cat on the counter, opening the can for it and letting it eat.