I'm a Loaded Gun (Part 2)

I still couldn't process what just happened. Jinxx kissed me...What the hell was he thinking? Was he thinking? I remember the blankness in his eyes, but sort of primal lust in those dark irises. Did a half naked woman turn him on that much? Jesus Christ, what am I going to do? If Andy finds out, he will be in a total rage. That's the last thing I want. Jinxx was the only person there for Andy when BVB formed. Jinxx let Andy sleep on his couch when he was basically homeless. He'd always been the older brother Andy never had growing up. That was a bond I didn't want shattered, but I knew Andy's temper was one to really fear. I gave Jinxx a good slap in the face. That was probably enough. I hoped...

Andy and I got in his car and he drove to the edge of the city, finding a gravel road, which was weird. LA didn't have any gravel roads. The area on either side was grassy, also weird. We pulled up to a concrete compound. A large blue and white sign hung from the roof, "Animal Protective League".

"Where are we?"
His teeth flashed in a brilliant smile, "I thought you might want a kitten. I have Crow, so I thought we could have two cats."

We got out and I engulfed him in a hug. I'd always wanted a pet. My parents never let us have one. Brandon has been gone too much for a pet and Siren was allergic to dogs and cats. Hand in hand we entered the building. An elderly woman in a "I love my Pomeranian" shirt, sat behind the front desk. "Oh, hello," she said. She seemed to be scrutinizing us already. Well, let's face it, we both have tattoos and piercings. Not the typical "cracker box" family to come in looking for a puppy for their son or daughters birthday or Christmas.

"We are here to adopt a kitten," Andy said courteously. "One moment," she turned to the hallway and shouted, "CAMERON."

A teen with long shaggy black hair came jogging up the ramp. He had on black skinny jeans, covered in animal hair, and a red BFVM tee shirt he'd cut into a tank top. Flipping his hair out of the way, revealing two green eyes. He looked almost like a young Andy. "What, Margret?" he glanced over at us. "Dude! You're Andy Biersack!"

Andy laughed and walked over the kid, holding out a hand, "The one and only, you're Cameron?"
"Yeah! Man, I'm a big fan of BVB! What are are doing here?"

"Well that's nice to hear! My girlfriend and I are here to adopt a kitten."
I kept forgetting Andy and I hadn't made our engagement public yet. Unconsciously, I fumbled with my ring.

"Awesome! Follow me! I'll take you back to the cat room," Cameron said as he led us down the ramp and down the hallway. Murals of dogs, cats, and kids playing covered the white concrete brick walls. He stopped at a blue door with a white cat painted on it. "Here we go."

I stepped into the room first. At least thirty cats were in this room. It was a very large room with scratching posts, climbing obstacles, cat houses, and toys everywhere. The cats were free to roam as they pleased. Andy and Cameron stayed by the door, talking about music and petting some passing by cats. I saw some cute kittens and played with them. Honestly, I didn't want a tiny little kitten. I wanted a fluffy, fat, cuddly cat. I sat on the floor, and some cats came up and tried getting my attention. One caught my eye. It was laying on a perch, as if nothing was better. Honestly it looked depressed. It was a tan Rag doll cat, big and fluffy. I stood and went over the cat. I gently held out a hand which it cautiously sniffed. I used my nails and rubbed along her chin, making her start purring. Obviously it had been awhile since she'd received any attention. Being extra careful, I picked her up and held her how I hold Crow. She just was limp, a common Rag doll characteristic, hence the name. She was the one. I just knew it.

Cameron and Andy looked up. Cameron was smiling, "It seems you've taken a liking to Whiskey."
"Whiskey?" I laughed. "Well that explains that."
"She is a whiskey girl," Andy chuckled.

"You just need to fill out some adoption papers and you'll be able to take her home. We have so many cats needing hme that we can't even keep up with home checks anymore." Cameron led us back up the ramp, me carrying Whiskey in my arms, smiling and playing with her black paws. He pulled out some papers from a folder on the wall and gave them to me.

Whiskey just curled up on my lap while I filled out all the paperwork with Andy, who paid the $25 adoption fee for cats. They offered us a cat box, but I said no. I wasn't going to stuff her in a cardboard cat box. We thanked Cameron, and Andy gave Cameron an autograph on his beanie and batman notebook. We returned to the car and Whiskey just sat on my feet. I liked a quiet cuddly cat.

"Thank you," I said as I leaned over the throttle and kissed Andy. "No problem. Let's go home. I've gotta run back into town for a meeting with John and Patrick. I'll get her some stuff so she and Crow don't have to share. Then you two get some bonding time."

"Sounds good to me!"

Andy dropped me off and waved as he drove back down our road. I unlocked the door and set down Whiskey. As I closed the door I turned to find Crow staring at her. Oh god we didn't think about territory issues. Shit. I went into the kitchen to get a spray bottle, but when I returned they were both laying on one of the couches, one on either end. Well that was quick.

The tv clicked on and I sat on the couch, watching Teen Wolf. I'll admit, Derek was pretty sexy. I had a thing for tall dark and handsome. Two episodes passed by, when the door opened. I turned my head. It was Jinxx. Really? Fuck.
He walked over and sat at the other side of the couch, staring at the tv too. "Look, Reya, I'm really sorry about this morning."
"It's in the past," I muttered.

"OK." Awkward silence hung in the air like a cold breeze on Halloween. His hand reached out and touched my thigh. "Listen, I need to tell you."

I looked at him, right in the eyes. Shit, he had really nice eyes. Why was he looking at me...so...so...lovingly? Fuck no. He likes me, he like me, he like- he's kissing me. He's kissing me. HE'S FUCKING KISSING ME? I grabbed his shirt, trying to push him off but I think he thought I wanted more. He leaned over me, laying between my legs and pushing me back on the couch. His hands caressed my sides and his tongue slid in my mouth as I tried to yell for him to stop.

"Hey Rey- WHAT THE FUCKING BLOODY DAMN HELL MOTHERFUCKER?!"

I shoved Jinxx as hard as I could. He rolled off me, landing on the glass coffee table, sending it into shattering shards across the floor.

Notes

Oh...shit just got more interesting...hopefully I'll have the next chapter up tonight or tomorrow.
My brains like going insane with more ideas.

Hope you are enjoying! Thank you to all my new readers! I saw the original part is on the front page of the populars again!!! That made my day :)
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