“my mom does what” 

“she likes me you know. she probably loves me.”

“she does not like you. she hates everything. she doesn’t even like me, i don’t think.” 

“that’s unfortunate.”

“no it’s not,” i said as i lifted the small kitten off the top of my suitcase. “i don’t like you either so it’s fortunate enough.” 

“he wants to come with us,” jesse said, as he sat on the floor, playing with the kitten. we should bring him. 

“my mom’s allergic. can you finish packing. we have to leave in the morning.”

“i’ve got like three shirts and the one pair of new balances. i think i’ll be alright,” he said as he stroked the top of the kitten’s head causing it to purr quietly. 

“lucky you…. which dress do you think i should bring.”

i held up two choices. his eyes immediately darted to the one on the left. 

“that one. i like that color blue.” 

i flung the chosen dress onto the bed and the one that didn’t make the cut onto the floor. the kitten took less than .03 seconds to make a new home for itself on the tossed aside fabric.

“or you could wear no dress at all,” he insisted as his hand smoothed itself from my ankle up to my thigh. 

it tickled. i laughed and brushed his hand away coyly. 

“i think you need to calm yourself down before my mom really does end up hating you.”

he chuckled quietly and turned back to abraham, dangling a piece of loose string in front of it’s cute face. 

“good thing i have you to love me enough then.” 

“ugh, shut up.”

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next time, clarify what it is that my mom does or i will write bad fic snippets of me/jesse