Page 14 of Inbetweeners
“What’s that?” Phoenix glared.
When the cat hissed at him, Emmett couldn’t retain his glee.You are definitely staying, young man.
“I’ll give you a clue,” Emmett said. “Probably the first word you learned how to spell. Assuming you learned to read and write. Did you?”
“Fucktard.”
“Dickhead.”
“What’s it doing here?”
“He followed me. I tried to persuade him not to, but he didn’t listen.”
“That doesn’t bode well for you getting rid of a ghost if you can’t shake off a little fucking cat. What are we going to do with him?”
“Feed him. We can leave a window open. He can jump from the balcony to the fire escape if he wants to get out.”
“And how is that fair, when we leave?”
Emmett faltered for a moment. “He found me. He’ll find someone else.” He took a can of tuna from the cupboard, opened it and put the contents onto a saucer. The cat sniffed it, walked away, then sprang onto the couch and curled up.
“Picky or not hungry?” Emmett frowned, then looked at the mess in the kitchen. “What happened? Did you kill someone?”
“Yes, before I cooked spaghetti bolognaise. Lovely tender mince, though.”
It smelt good, but Emmett wasn’t going to ask for any. He knew he wouldn’t settle until everything was clean. He always cleared up as he worked, then there was little left to wash up afterwards. He rolled up his sleeves and filled the washing up bowl. How could making such a simple dish create this sort of chaos?
“Where’ve you been?” Phoenix asked.
“Looking for dead people.”
“Find any?”
“No.”
“No one with a sign around their necks, sayingI am dead?”
Emmett clenched his jaw. “Are you implying that I missed seeing they were dead?”
“Do I look dead?”
Don’t look at him.“No.”
Phoenix put two plates of food on the table. “I don’t look it, but I am. I’m assuming you are too.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t look dead either.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Hell, no. Come and eat.”
Emmett hesitated, then joined him at the table. “Are you one of those…others Tar talked about.”
“Which species? Vampires? Shifters?”
“Arseholes?”
