Page 58 of For the Fans

And yes, I’m already petting him and giving his head tons of kisses.

“He was outside all alone in the cold,” Bea whines. “I couldn’t just leave him there!”

“He probably belongs to someone…” I mumble, taking the cat in my arms and looking him over.

He’s a little dirty and definitely in need of some food. He’s just solittle… Can’t be more than a year old.

“Why are you calling it ahim?” Frankie aims a fry at the cat. “Did you check?”

I look to Bea, who shakes her head. Lifting the cat, I check for any sign of balls, but I don’t see them.

“I think it’s a girl,” I hum, swooning like a big ol’ baby over her rampant purring. “Should I… call the shelter?”

“You could…” Bea pets the tiny ball of fur. “Or you could keep her here…”

My eyes flit to hers. “No pets allowed in the dorms, you know that.”

“Yea, but you have this place to yourself!” she squeals. “Who would know?”

Oh my God, someone give me an excuse not to keep this thing… I’m falling in love already.

“That’s probably some poor little kid’s cat you’re stealing,” Frankie says pointedly, being the voice of reason I hate right now.

“I’ll check for signs in the area.” Bea smiles. “But you can keep her until we find her home… right?”

She aims those sparkling eyes at me, and I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “You knew I’d be your best bet, didn’t you? Temptress…”

Bea shrugs, unashamed, and Frankie scoffs.

“We could always bring her to your place,” Bea says to Frankie, popping her hip.

Frankie’s head swivels sternly. “Nope. Not happening. I’m allergic.”

“No, you’re not. You just have no desire to care for anything that isn’t you.” I laugh.

“Good point.” She smirks.

“Come on, we should get her cleaned up,” I say to Bea. “And I have no cat food. Frankie, can you go grab some?” Frankie sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Please,” I whine, pinning her with a look. “You owe me.”

Her brow arches. “Oh yea? And what do I owe you for exactly?” She folds her arms over her chest.

I peek at Bea, then back at Frankie, choosing not to go into the whole spiel about her getting me roped into a threesome with my stepbrother which ultimately turned my OnlyFans subscribers rabid for gay sex videos.

Narrowing my gaze at her, I mumble, “Just please run to the store and grab some cat food. And a litter box. And kitty litter.”

She huffs out a sound of displeasure, but I ignore it, taking the cat and Bea into the bathroom.

“She needs a name,” Bea says, scratching the adorable little thing on the head.

My lips curl. “I’m gonna call her Robin.”

It’s almost midnight by the time Frankie and Bea leave. And it looks like I finally have a roommate again.

We gave Robin a bath and tons of food, then I set up a litter box for her in the hall closet. And now she’s happy as can be, sitting on my lap on the couch, purring away while I cuddle her and revel in the joy and comfort that only pets can provide. I know if any of the housing admins find out she’s here, I’ll have to get rid of her. The same goes for if we find out who she belongs to, so I’m trying not to get too attached. But it’s difficult when she’s just so stinkin’ cute.

“So Frankie says I’m an idiot if I don’t at least consider doing another collab video…” I mumble to my furry friend whileSeinfeldplays on Netflix in the background. “But the fans want it to be with Kyran, which isn’t gonna happen. He doesn’t even like totalkto me, let alone—”

A knock on the door cuts off my words, bringing with it a wave of nerves.