fondueforbrett:

rayberry-:

Ray watched as Brett explained the situation to the secretary, almost smiling at the boy’s concern for his cat. It was endearing, really. They were told they could head into the waiting room and Ray started walking, stopping abruptly when Brett grabbed his hand. He look down, biting his lip and continuing their walk. That was just the kind of thing Brett did, right? He was really… innocent. Child-like. So it probably just meant he was scared for Lady Tubbington, right? Besides, it wasn’t… bad. It felt… right. He bit his lip, gripping Brett’s hand a little tighter. He didn’t… like Brett, did he? He couldn’t falling for him, right? There was no way. After everything with Santiago…

But, Ray felt different around Brett. Happier. Maybe… maybe he was falling for him. And that was okay; Brett was a great guy. But no one ever fell for Ray. So it was pretty hopeless.

Ray looked at the other boy as they sat, his hand still intertwined with the blonde’s. “I’m sure she’s fine.” He said, patting the top of Brett’s hand with his free one. “I’m sure of it.”

Brett smiled brightly at his friend. “I know she’ll be fine… I hope the babies aren’t ugly though; that would mean that someone’s called Lady Tubbington ugly. You know that saying: Ugly parents have ugly kids? Yeah,” Brett nodded. “But if they are ugly, I won’t really mind. All cats are pretty awesome, you know? Unless they’ve got a bad additude,” he paused to tap his finger on his chin, then he quickly brightened. “They’re kinda like people, you know? Anyone can be pretty, you just have to choose to be that way,” Brett sighed, then leaned back in his chair, holding Lady Tubbington snugly. After becoming bored, the cat began to paw at Brett’s neck, trying to alert him to something; apparently, Brett got the message, because he promptly retrieved a container of sprinkles from his messenger bag. The others occupying the area whispered a bit, and a couple of children stared, but some even ignored the fat cat casually lapping up sprinkles. Brett smiled knowingly, recognizing all too well the faces of strangers trying to hide their awkward expressions. He simply continued smiling lovingly at his cat, stroking her fluffy back, and occasionally glancing over at Ray. Soon enough, the occasionally turned into seconds at a time. Then, that turned into contemplating Ray’s hairstyles and thinking about his eyes. Brett decided that, after a long while of thinking, he’d had enough thinking for today. He blamed it on the sprinkle fumes or some other nonexistent force, then began to pack Lady’s treat up, mumbling incoherently. He exhaled deeply, repositioned his cat on his lap, then looked up at Ray… straight into his eyes. As he fought a blush creeping up over his face, he had only one thought: “God… the eyes.” Suddenly, he was saved by the announcement of, “Mr. Pierce?”

Ray sat awkwardly, looking over at Brett occasionally and meeting his eyes. It was strange; was Brett watching him? He sighed a bit, shifting in his seat as he twiddled his thumbs. Brett didn’t… like him. Did he? The blonde was always so hard to read. He constantly changed what he thought, and was always a little… random. But he was usually so upfront about his emotions; that was one of the things he was known best for. So, he couldn’t like Ray… right? But, if he didn’t, then why was he staring at Ray? He briefly considered that he had something on his face, or maybe he had said something and was waiting for an answer. But… that wasn’t it. He was looking at him with… curiosity in his eyes. It was… different. But Ray sort of… liked it. No one really payed any attention to Ray- save Katie, of course. But no one he… liked. Santiago had never really even given Ray the time of day, unless of course it was to insult him. It was… cool having Brett look at him like that. Like he mattered. He smiled at the taller boy, just as they were called into the office. “It’ll be okay.” Ray said, grabbing Brett’s hand again and biting his lip.

It’s been a little slow recently… 

Where is everyone?

fondueforbrett:

rayberry-:

 Ray bit his lip, looking at the frightened boy. Yet he was still somehow… cute. No. Not cute. Uh, happy. Yeah, sure. That was a better word. Happy. “Uh, sure. We can take my car.” Ray said quickly, turning away from the blonde to hide the blush creeping up his neck. The two headed down the stairs and out the door, into Ray’s car.

The drive to the vet was rather quiet, save Brett’s directions and the small cat’s mewls. Ray turned to look at Brett, watching him as he pked and prodded at the cat’s stomach once more. He smiled, watching with curiousty. Brett was so… nice. Which was better treatment than he had gotten from most boys before. And he was so… Ray realized he wasn’t paying attention to the road and panicked, turning back and gripping the wheel tight, his eyes not straying from the road for the rest of the drive. When they arrived, Ray got out of the car quickly, walking ahead of Brett into the office. “Keep it together!” He thought, silently scolding himself. Why did this kind of thing always heppen to him.

Brett carried his cat out of the car in his arms like a baby. As Ray moved to walk in front of him, Brett found himself staring a bit, and slipping into terribly sappy state of mind while he walked. “Ray is so cute when he walks; he sorta struts… and he’s shorter than me! And his hands look… really soft.” Brett shook his head and retraced his thoughts. “Ray is… cute?” he blinked in confusion, then made a move to rub his forehead in confusion—almost dropping Lady Tubbington on the ground. Brett squealed a little in fear of what he’d just done—earning strange looks from some of the pet owners in the waiting room—and smothered his baby for a moment. “Augh, my poor baby! I’m so sorry!” he cooed. Some of the starers ceased their looks (after a few explanations of “Oh, it’s just Brett,”—apparently, Brett was well known in the cat owner’s community), while others just cocked their heads in curiosity. After a few moments, Brett remained his walk towards the front desk (taking deep breaths in an attempt to regain his composure). Upon reaching it, he explained his situation to the secritary, and filled out all of the required forms. When he was told he could step into the waiting room—on a whim—Brett grasped Ray’s hand and they walked over together. As he tried to fight the rosy tint shading his face, Brett thought, “His hands really are soft…”

Ray watched as Brett explained the situation to the secretary, almost smiling at the boy’s concern for his cat. It was endearing, really. They were told they could head into the waiting room and Ray started walking, stopping abruptly when Brett grabbed his hand. He look down, biting his lip and continuing their walk. That was just the kind of thing Brett did, right? He was really… innocent. Child-like. So it probably just meant he was scared for Lady Tubbington, right? Besides, it wasn’t… bad. It felt… right. He bit his lip, gripping Brett’s hand a little tighter. He didn’t… like Brett, did he? He couldn’t falling for him, right? There was no way. After everything with Santiago…

But, Ray felt different around Brett. Happier. Maybe… maybe he was falling for him. And that was okay; Brett was a great guy. But no one ever fell for Ray. So it was pretty hopeless.

Ray looked at the other boy as they sat, his hand still intertwined with the blonde’s. “I’m sure she’s fine.” He said, patting the top of Brett’s hand with his free one. “I’m sure of it.”

fondueforbrett:

rayberry-:

 Ray continued his effort to get the cat out from under the bed, stopping only briefly to wonder what Brett was giggling about. He continued, trying to reach as far back as he could, until he finally got a slight hold of the DSi. Lady Tubbington, however, would have none of it, as she latched on aswell and they started a wrestling match. Ray managed to pull both cat and DSi free from under the bed, rolling Lady Tubbington over and scratching her belly softly. “Well, that was fun!” He exlaimed, looking over at Brett with a goofy grin on his face.

Brett nodded gleefully, picking up Lady and hugging her tightly, before feeling something strange about her stomach. He laid his cat down onto the bed began to poke and prod at her belly, before making an announcement: “I think we should take Lady Tubbington to the vet,” he proclaimed. Becoming distracted, and leaving no explanation, Brett picked up his Dsi, and swiped the stylus around a bit, before turning the device off and stuffing it under his pillow. “There. Done,” he stated proudly, then turned to Ray. “Will you come with me? I think Lady… might have some buns in the oven? I just know it was that Persian that wouldn’t leave my baby alone!” Brett rattled off his suspicions, in a paternal matter, referring to Lady as his ‘baby girl’ or his ‘little baby’ frequently. “-and I just can’t believe that I let that happen. I’m a terrible father!” Brett threw his hands up in the air, then dragged them over his face. Strangely enough, the very next moment, his features were brightened. “So do you wanna come with?”

 Ray bit his lip, looking at the frightened boy. Yet he was still somehow… cute. No. Not cute. Uh, happy. Yeah, sure. That was a better word. Happy. “Uh, sure. We can take my car.” Ray said quickly, turning away from the blonde to hide the blush creeping up his neck. The two headed down the stairs and out the door, into Ray’s car.

The drive to the vet was rather quiet, save Brett’s directions and the small cat’s mewls. Ray turned to look at Brett, watching him as he pked and prodded at the cat’s stomach once more. He smiled, watching with curiousty. Brett was so… nice. Which was better treatment than he had gotten from most boys before. And he was so… Ray realized he wasn’t paying attention to the road and panicked, turning back and gripping the wheel tight, his eyes not straying from the road for the rest of the drive. When they arrived, Ray got out of the car quickly, walking ahead of Brett into the office. “Keep it together!” He thought, silently scolding himself. Why did this kind of thing always heppen to him.

fondueforbrett:

rayberry-:

Ray closed his laptop, putting on a nice red sweater and walking quickly downstairs, grabbing the car keys. “I’m going out!” He yelled to no one in particular, and headed out the door. He knew the way to Brett’s house fairly well, only getting lost once when he missed a street because a tree was…

Brett sighed in slight annoyance. “No… she’s been weird all week. Ever since we went to the park a few weeks ago. I blame it on that other cat she was hanging out with. I’ve checked her for fleas and everything!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. He walked over to the other side of his queen sized bed, taking off his scarf and flicking it aside before getting on his hands and knees himself. He pulled out his phone and attempted to attract Lady with the light. “She’s been super lazy, and she’s even gained a pound! I tried to put her on a diet too… I haven’t been putting sprinkles with her food recently. I even tried giving her… cat food…” Brett whispered the words in disgust. “It just sucks,” Brett continued trying to convince his beloved cat to come back to him.   

He looked across the floor to see Ray trying to reach Lady himself, looking quite funny. Brett began to giggle to himself, and resumed his efforts at coaxing his cat out, before getting distracted by Ray again. Hmm…

 Ray continued his effort to get the cat out from under the bed, stopping only briefly to wonder what Brett was giggling about. He continued, trying to reach as far back as he could, until he finally got a slight hold of the DSi. Lady Tubbington, however, would have none of it, as she latched on aswell and they started a wrestling match. Ray managed to pull both cat and DSi free from under the bed, rolling Lady Tubbington over and scratching her belly softly. “Well, that was fun!” He exlaimed, looking over at Brett with a goofy grin on his face.

Cat Troubles @Brett 

Ray closed his laptop, putting on a nice red sweater and walking quickly downstairs, grabbing the car keys. “I’m going out!” He yelled to no one in particular, and headed out the door. He knew the way to Brett’s house fairly well, only getting lost once when he missed a street because a tree was blocking the sign. He pulled up to the house, getting out of the car and knocking on the door quietly. A few moments later, Brett opened the door, smiling.

“Hey, Brett.” Ray said, smiling in response. They headed up to Brett’s room, where Ray crouched on his hands and knees, focused on trying to coax the cat out from under the bed so that he could reach Brett’s DSi. “She really doesn’t want to come out, huh?”

rayberry-:

Ray smiled at Danielle. She looked so… happy. He was glad he could provide that for her when she was so sad. He patted Pugsly’s head lightly, smiling at her. “Hey there! Ray Berry, nice to meet you, Pugsly!” He looked up at Danielle, biting his lip. “Is there anything else you…

Ray was astonished when he saw what Danielle’s mother had done to her room. He watched silently as Danielle opened the boxes one by one, cringing each time. She tried to make a joke, but just slumped onto the chair, awash in sadness. Ray walked over quickly, hugging her tight as Pugsly jumped at their feet. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered, pulling away slightly. “This… This isn’t fair. I’m sorry.” Just then, he heard a car door slam outside. He panicked, jumping up and struggling to pick up two of the boxes. “I don’t know if that was your mother or not, but I’d rather not stay to find out.” He said, scolding himself silently for interrupting Danielle’s moment.

I just need somebody to looooooove… 

fondueforbrett:

rayberry-:

fondueforbrett:

I-I don’t need too much,

Just somebody to love.

You, uh… You okay, Brett?

Oh, totally! Justin Beiber just popped onto shuffle and I feel like singing! :D 

Oh, alright then.

rayberry-:

“Great!” He said, turning to her and smiling. This was… kind of fun. It was exhilarating. Ray had never gone into someone’s house without permission before. Never… broken in (that was technically what they were doing, right?). On a normal occasion, he wouldn’t even consider it….

Ray smiled at Danielle. She looked so… happy. He was glad he could provide that for her when she was so sad. He patted Pugsly’s head lightly, smiling at her. “Hey there! Ray Berry, nice to meet you, Pugsly!” He looked up at Danielle, biting his lip. “Is there anything else you need to get while we’re here? More clothes, schoolwork… anything?” He looked at her expectantly while she considered.