(Okay, a bit more Kitten/Numerous to keep me happy.)
Kitten was in a gigantic ballroom. It was perfectly beautiful, the right lighting, the right decor, heck, it even smelled like flowers.
The violinists switched to a different tune, the perfect tune for a dance. "May I dance with you, Kitten?" A southern voice said. Kitten's hands were taken up by a slightly larger pair. "Billy?" She asked. A chuckle was heard.
Kitten was dancing to the music, having the best time, and Billy leaned over...
A loud beeping was heard. "Screw you." She grumbled, throwing a pillow at her alarm clock. The alarm clock fell off the nightstand but kept beeping. Growling angrily, she picked up the clocked and clicked off the annoying switch.
A pounding was heard at her door. "Hey, Kitten, remember, we got a heist in ten, so get ready!" Kitten glared at the door as she grabbed her new uniform, a pink jumpsuit. Why couldn't dreams affect real life?
Billy laughed. This was a great day, back down south, no parents, no teachers, and he was blasting country music in his Ford truck.
Just a great day...
Then someone scooted a bit closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Billy turned to look and grinned.
Now a perfect day.
Kitten giggled and said, "I think I like your music." Billy grinned. "Alright, do you like me?" Kitten laughed and nodded. Billy leaned over to kiss her...
'CUZ WE'LL PUT A BOOT IN YOUR ASS, ITS THE AMERICAN WAY!" Billy glared at his radio alarm clock. "What the hell..." He grumbled, reaching for the snooze and smacking it. Billy got up and reached for his sunglasses.
Then See-More knocked on his door. "Billy, we got a store to raid, get your ass outta bed!" Billy glared and yelled, "Can it wait until the birds wake up?" "We both know the answer to that." "… So can I change it to yes?" "Billy. Get up. Before I get angry and break your door."
Billy flipped off the door and grabbed his jumpsuit. "Life sucks when you get interrupted before the damned kiss." He growled.
(Okay. For all you Chevy lovers, I have a Ford loving hillbilly friend that would murder me if I had Billy drive a Chevrolet. And he can.
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