Losing It Part 28

"I like crazy."

The question was... did I? This was the craziest thing I'd ever done, and it both terrified and excited me. I backed away, needing the distance to think, to wrap my brain around the insanity. There were so many ways for this to go badly. But then again for the first time ever, I found my own life more interesting than the story of a character on a page. And G.o.d, did I want to know the ending.

And hadn't Eric said I was better when I made bold choices. He'd been talking about acting, but didn't it hold true for life, too?

Garrick's hand brushed across my forehead, then pushed back into my hair.

"Just think about it."

Oh, I would think about it. It would likely be all I could think about.

He pressed a quick, barely there kiss to my forehead and left me outside, my thoughts in a jumble and my heart a mess.

Chapter Sixteen

"Why in the world would you want a cat?" Kelsey asked as we left Directing the next day.

"I just do, okay? Do you want to come or not?"

She shrugged. "Can't. Sorry. I've got work. Just take Cade."

As if he'd been summoned, Cade popped up between us, and I wondered how long he'd been listening to our conversation.

"Take me where?"

I said, "I'm going to the humane society to get a cat."

"Oh. Cool," he said, nodding. "I wish I weren't living in the dorms. I'd love to have a dog."

I was aware of the careful s.p.a.ce he kept between us, and the near continuous bobbing of his head, like the nodding had given him something to do, and he didn't want to give it up.

Kelsey pulled her sungla.s.ses down off her head and over her eyes even though we were still indoors. "Well, as fun as this is... I've got to jet. You two have fun at the pound. Don't come home a cat lady, Bliss." Kelsey was oblivious to the panicked look I'd shot at her. Cade and I hadn't really been alone since the whole maybe conversation. He switched his messenger bag to his other shoulder, fidgeting like he always did when he was nervous.

"If you want to go alone-it's cool."

"No, no. You should come." We had to get over this. And I only saw two ways-we got together or we didn't. The waiting was going to kill our relations.h.i.+p (it was already pretty maimed). If we had to have this conversation, around cute animals was probably the best place.

"Ok. Cool," he said.

Cool... yeah.

I was glad to be the one driving. It gave me a way to occupy my body and my mind. And it was my car, so I could turn the music up as loud as I wanted. What I hadn't counted on was Cade being at home enough in my car to turn it down.

"So, what made you decide to get a cat?"

Oh, you know. I nearly had a one-night stand with our professor, but ran away using my imaginary cat as an excuse, and now he might want us to be together together even though it's the worst idea ever, but I kind of don't care either, because my body and probably my heart are telling me it's the best idea ever. So now I need a cat so he won't realize I was lying about the cat because I'm a virgin and chickened out of having s.e.x with him.

"Just wanted one," was what I actually answered.

"Oh. Cool."

If he said, "cool" one more time I was going to scream.

I pulled into the humane society parking lot, wis.h.i.+ng I had told Cade I wanted to go alone after all.

I needed something fuzzy and adorable in my hands, stat.

We stepped inside to that distinct medicated smell that's reserved for pounds and veterinarians. The lady at the front desk even looked vaguely feline, like working here was in her DNA. Her face was slightly pointed, her eyes tilted, and her hair short and fuzzy.

"h.e.l.lo there! How can I help you?"

"Hi," I said. "I'm interested in adopting a cat."

She clapped tiny hands that I envisioned as paws. "That's fantastic. We have plenty of great candidates. Why don't I take you back to the cat room, and I'll give you two a chance to look around."

We followed her down the hall, that antiseptic smell growing stronger, no doubt covering the odor of a mult.i.tude of animals housed in one place.

"Here we are."

The room was stacked with cages, and I don't know if the chorus of meows began at our entrance or if it was constant, but we were surrounded by sound.

"I'll leave you two alone. All we ask is that you only have one animal out at a time." With a wide, Ches.h.i.+re smile and a wave, she left.

In silence, I peeked into cages, feeling lost.

I liked cats, but I wasn't sure I actually wanted one. What would I do with it when I graduated? Was it worth it for a boy? Was it worth it just to have s.e.x? I mean, it's not like there weren't other options for losing my virginity.

I looked at Cade, who had his fingers slipped inside a nearby cage, petting a midnight black cat.

If I was honest, this wasn't just about having s.e.x, even if it had started that way. As much as I wanted Garrick, I'm pretty sure if I tried to sleep with him again, it would turn into a repeat of my first awkward performance.

"You know what?" I said out loud. "Maybe I'm not ready for a cat."

I turned to leave, but Cade stepped in my way.

"Whoa. Wishy-washy, much? You haven't even held one. Give it a chance."

He opened the cage with the black cat and pulled it into his arms. He brought it toward me, rubbing at the cat's jaw. I was eye level with the furball, and I could hear the engine roar of his purrs from here.

I took a step back, and tried to explain without really explaining. "It's not that I don't like cats. And really, I think I would enjoy having... a cat. But what if I get a cat before I'm ready? What if I choose the wrong cat? Or what if I'm bad at it... being a cat owner, I mean?"

G.o.d, how much easier would this be if I could say what I was really thinking?