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Chapter Six - The Only Pussy I'll Ever Get

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Title: The Only Pussy I'll Ever Get (06/??)
Author: so_jayded
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,065
Genre: Hancest



Taylor

Animal Adventure Pets was alive with noise when Zac and I got there at a little after eleven. I grinned as soon as we crossed through the doorway. "Can we look around before we get the fish?" I asked Zac, looking over at the ferrets in their cage. "I want to look around."

"You're like a kid in a candy store," Zac murmured. "It's adorable."

My smile widened as I pulled him over to the glass wall. Behind the wall were the kennels filled with dogs of all different breeds. I pressed my nose against the glass and watched a Dalmatian puppy lap water out of his bowl. "They're so cute," I said, mostly to myself, "I wish I could have you, puppy..."

I pulled away from the window and walked passed the chinchillas, grinning at the little fur balls as they slept in their cage. The fish were all the way against the back wall, and Zac sighed behind me as I zigzagged across the front of the store, looking at every animal in there. My eyes lit up when we passed the little glass pen where the kittens were.

There were six in the pen, all cuddled together. They couldn't have all been from the same mother, but the little pile made me think they were all siblings, even if they weren't. There were two white ones, long haired and when they opened their eyes I grinned at the bright blue. Next to them was a cute little black one who had his face mostly hidden underneath a grey and brown one.

"Zac, look at the kittens," I said, bending over and petting them.

Zac bent down next to me and ran two fingers down the fur of one of the white ones. "They're cute."

I picked up a little brown kitten with the cutest grey eyes I'd ever seen. I felt my grin widen as I cuddled it against my chest and its little tongue darted out to lick my finger. My heart swelled a little and I smiled down at the little kitten. It was just so cute. "Zac?"

Zac looked up from the pen. "Oh, no. No way, Taylor."

"Please?" I asked, looking up at him with my best puppy-dog face. I pouted and held the kitten up. "Zac, how can you say no? Look how cute it is..."

"Taylor, you killed two fish."

"They're fish! Kittens are so cute... Isn't that right, Princess?" I said, holding the kitten up to my face and kissing it's head.

Zac closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tay..."

"C'mon, Zac, please? Cats are very self-sufficient." I wanted this cat. She was adorable and she kept licking me and that was melting my heart. "Zac, look, please..."

Zac opened his eyes and his shoulders sagged. "Fine, Taylor. But you have to change the litter box."

"YESSSSSS!" I exclaimed, spinning around with the kitten in my hands. "You're coming home with me, my pretty widdle princess."

Zac shook his head, hair flying into his eyes. He was smirking at me. "You are such a girl, Tay."

I tilted my head to the side and looked at him, brows furrowed. "What? I'm. What?" Zac laughed then, outright and loud, not a little chuckle. My frown deepened. "Za-ac..."

"You're just. So blatantly gay sometimes, Taylor. I mean 'my widdle princess'? Seriously?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Shut up. You love me." I grinned when the kitten licked my cheek. "Aw, c'mon, I want to buy her a bed. And maybe a pretty collar."

Zac ended up carrying the cat carrier, litter box, and the giant bag of litter. He'd grumbled about it, but I had to carry the cat and the bag of kitten food, along with all the little toys I'd picked out for Princess. We dumped all our belongings on the counter and the salesman, who'd been following us around to help us pick out things for our new kitty, grinned at us. Zac left me with the supplies and the credit card as he went to fill out the paperwork for the kitten - he probably thought I'd mess it up or forget something, but I was fine letting him do the paperwork.

I fiddled with one of the catnip toys I'd picked up - a pink little mouse with a sparkly felt tail - and grinned as I made it dance along the side of the counter while the girl rung everything up. "Is that all?" she asked, a little too excited. I looked up from the toy and let my eyes roam over her face. It was like she had "Crazy Fan" tattooed across her forehead. After eleven years, I could read all the signs: the excited smile that she was trying to hide, the slightly insane glint in her eyes, like she wanted to jump over the counter and grab my junk, the sudden fiddling with the chain of her necklace (that more than likely had a Hanson charm on it). It was all a dead give-a-way that if I were to sign a paper credit receipt, it would find its way into her bureau.

For just a moment, I thanked God that Animal Adventure Pets had a digital credit card thingy. "Uh, yeah," I said. "That's everything. Did you get this?" I held up the sparkly toy and she nodded, biting back a giggle. "Awesome," I replied. "And you got the cat, right?"

She nodded again. I glanced down at the total on the credit card machine and swiped my card, trying to look extremely boring and uninteresting to talk to. It usually didn't work on fans, but I was too giddy about Princess to put on my angry face, so bored would have to work out for me. "So is this your first cat?" she asked.

I looked up and nodded. "Yeah," I said, forcing my smile down when I thought of the adorable little kitten Zac was clutching half way across the store.

"I'm sure you'll take good care of her," she said. "You look like you're gonna spoil her."

I shifted awkwardly as the credit card processed. "Yeah, that's the plan," I said as I bent over to sign the touchscreen. The receipt printed out antagonizing slowly. I snatched it out of her hand as soon as she ripped it off the roll. "Thanks so much," I said to her as I hefted up the bags and stumbled over to the counter where Zac was still talking to the salesman.

No, not talking.

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the scene - this dude had his hand on Zac's forearm, stroking his fingers on the skin gently and Zac was giving him a little grin. I growled lowly and leaned the bags against the wall. "Honey," I hissed into his ear. "I'm ready to go."

Zac jumped and looked up at me guiltily. "Oh, Tay," he said before he cleared his throat. "Jacob was just telling me about what we needed to get done with the kitten. Shots and tests and stuff."

I felt my fists clench by my sides. "Yeah. D'ya think we should go, Zac? I wouldn't want your life partner to get all upset about you flirting with an idiot who couldn't make it through veterinary school and ended up working at a pet store part time."

The guy - Jacob or Jason or whatever - looked up at me, annoyed. "I'm sure he could do better than an anorexic twerp," he muttered, looking me over critically.

I felt Zac's hand on my arm before I even realized that I'd started to move it. "Tay, don't," he said, looking at me apologetically. "Let's just get out of here, ok?"

I shot him a glare and picked Princess up off the counter. "It's too bad Zac doesn't go for acne-infested high school drop outs," I said as I opened the carrier to put her inside. "Maybe you'd have a shot."

I took the carrier from Zac and, as much as I hated to admit it, flounced away from the counter. I stormed out of the door, letting it slam shut behind me, and brought Princess over to my car. "You'll never flirt with salesmen, will you, Princess?" I cooed at her. "No, you wouldn't," I murmured. "You're a good little kitten." I unlatched the front of the carrier and reached inside, petting her gently. "My precious little kitten..."

"Taylor!"

I pulled my hand out of the carrier and closed the latch. "What?" I asked, not looking over at him.

"Could you have been any more obvious?!" Zac hissed, throwing the trunk open and tossing the bags in. "I mean, what the hell? Do you want to get outed? Or arrested?!"

I scoffed. "We wouldn't get arrested." Incest was only an E-class felony. I looked it up one day on Wikipedia. Apparently cops didn't even waste the state's money on most E-class felonies.

"We're not untouchable! It's not like the cops are going to just let us go because we're fucking Hanson!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. If you wanna get your rocks off with a stupid sales boy, I'll leave you here and take Princess home. Oh, your shit might be on the sidewalk when you get home. And the locks would most definitely get changed."

Zac sighed. "I don't want to do anything with anybody that isn't you, Tay."

I spun around, finally, and looked at him. "That's not what it looked like in there!"

"Get in the car."

My face morphed into confusion. "What the fuck, Zac?"

"Get in the car, Tay!"

With a frown, I yanked open the driver's side door and dropped into the seat. Zac closed the trunk and jumped in on the other side. He grabbed my neck roughly and pulled me into a hard kiss, all teeth and tongue and biting. "I love you, you asshole," he murmured, dragging his fingers through my hair. "Only you. Do you get it?"

"Why were you flirting?" I whimpered, frowning pathetically.

He shrugged. "I dunno, Tay. It's not like you don't flirt with every girl in a four mile radius when we're on tour."

"They're girls! They're fans!" I reached up to cup Zac's cheeks. "I don't even like girls, Zac. You definitely like guys."

"You said it yourself. He was a twerpy drop-out." He leaned forward and kissed me again. "Why would I give you up? You're breathtaking and you're mine. You've been mine for, Christ, Tay... almost ten years."

"Ten years next weekend," I said, miserable again. "And we're babysitting."
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He sighed and pulled away, leaning back against the seat. "Yeah. I sort of wasn't paying attention when I agreed to that."

"We can still go out, right? I mean... Not where I was planning on taking you." I flushed, thinking of the dinner reservations and the cross pendant hidden in our old bedroom at home. "But we can take Tabby somewhere. Have a good time. Put her to bed early and, y'know," I flushed again.

"Renew our, uh, vows?" Zac said, chuckling.

I laughed a little. "Yeah. Exactly. We could get out of Tulsa if you wanted. I doubt Ike would mind if we took Tabitha to, like, Oklahoma City or somewhere close."

Zac shook his head. "I've had enough of hotels, Tay. I'm so glad to be able to go home to the apartment... and we have the cat to think about now."

A grin broke out on my face. "We do. I can't wait to get her home and set her up and play with her..."

Zac rolled his eyes and pressed the keys into my hand. "Just get us home safe, Tay, and you can play with your dumb kitten."

"You'll love her, too, you'll see." As I started the car I looked back in the mirror, grinning at Princess's hot pink plastic carrier.

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