Tom and Jerry

Jerry,

The tall boy walks back in.

He leans down and sets a small board in front of me.

He sits across from me and stares intently.

I take small looks at the platter of food.

He pushes it towards me.

"Eat," he shoves my knee. "Are you dumb? Eat the food you stupid rat," he snarls and I smile a little.

"T-Thanks but I'm okay," he grabs my hand.

"What? Do you have a butt-ton of food in the little mousetrap of yours? No? I didn't think so, here," he shoves a cracker in my face and I turn my head.

"No I'm fine," I push the cracker slowly away.

I should just eat it... but I can't, then I'll owe him something...

But what did I have to lose?

"Eat it, I'll be back in a couple minutes. If that board isn't licked clean you'll see consequences," I blush a little as he stands and walks away.

Tom,

I sit comfortably in a stool.

It wouldn't hurt for a tiny nap would it?

I lightly close my eyes, only to open them when something touches my cheek.

"Tom..." I hear a tiny whisper.

My eyes pop open and I practically jump out of the stool.

"What are y-" I stare at the small boy I had knocked to the ground. I straighten up, "what do you want?" He brings his legs close to him and backs up a little.

"I-I... sorry..." he covers his face and squeezes his amber eyes closed tightly.

"Get up," he looks at me through his hands.

He slowly stands and pushes himself against the counter.

"I-I just finished and I.. I thought you would be back... and then you didn't come back so then I- I uhm..." he trails off and looks at the ground.

"Shut it will you?" I walk over to him and wipe a small crumb from his cheek. He flinches and then blushes.

I step back and he grabs the counter.

"You seem off, why aren't you running away, hiding away in your little home?" I cross my arms and he slinks down.

"Sorry..."

"Stop saying sorry,"

Kill him.

No.

"Listen, mouse." He looks at me and his watery eyes shake, "my... owner... isn't going to be back for a couple days, if you want to you can sleep on the couch... or something," I turn to walk away.

"You aren't going to eat me?" He squeaks and I smirk.

"Are you a little blue birdie?" He shakes his head. "Then probably not," I turn and walk into the living room.

I fall into one of the blue couches and immediately my eyes fall closed.

Jerry,

I walk slowly and quietly over to the living room.

I lean over the couch to see Tom passed out, he was actually kind of graceful.

Complete silence as he slept, or napped... or slept...

His hair was perfectly cupping his face, swirling nicely around his forehead and cheeks.

Although his skin was ghostly, he had perfect pink lips. Along with long eye lashes and a tiny button nose.

His blue long sleeve shirt was comfortably around him, his chest moved up and down softly with every breath.

I admire his cat ears for a little.

He raises a hand and lightly rubs the blue ears.

I smile a little.

Holy... you are a creep Jerry...

Then I'm falling forward.

The knitted rug underneath me slides and I fall over the couch.

I put my hands out to stop my fall.

I wince and slowly open my eyes.

I'm above a very angry cat boy, I'm almost touching his face.

With my face.

"What. Are. You. Doing." He squirms a little and I push myself up.

I steady myself on the floor again.

I cover my face of blush and look at the ground.

"I tripped I'm sorry! Don't eat me please!" I hide behind my arms.

"You are on another level, it's fine," I bring my arms down and look to him yawning and stretching.

"You aren't gonna start yelling and chase and-and- and-"

"No, why would I chase you?" I stare at his back as he stands.

"Because you're a cat... and I'm a mouse...?"

"And I want to nap, why would I chase you around if no ones here to reward me?" He turns and walks out of the living room, leaving me.