Imagines

Buddy Holly #10

This is late, sorry! But here's a Buddy Holly imagine for ariannakelley758

(If you're not a cat person, I apologize! 😂)

You liked cats.

You really, really liked cats.

Buddy didn't like cats. He was a dog person, said that cats were too hostile. You thought he was crazy—how could anyone hate cats?! They were soft, fluffy, and their purrs had to be the sweetest sound on Earth.

Well, aside from Buddy's singing, of course.

Buddy had a dog named Alfonzo. He was a big dog, dark brown, and attached to Buddy even more than you were. He was good with other pets, though, and you knew it—Buddy's sister often brought over her cats and Alfonzo loved them.

Which is why you couldn't understand why Buddy was so against getting a cat!

You huffed and flopped on the couch, arms crossed over your chest. Buddy laughed—that sweet chuckle you loved so much—and flopped beside you, throwing an arm lazily around your shoulder. You didn't recuperate.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" He kissed your cheek.

"I want a kitten!" you huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face. Buddy tilted his head to the side.

"You're still goin' on about this?" he wondered.

"Yes! Please? I know you don't care for them, but I want one so baaad!" You sprawled out across the couch, your head in Buddy's lap. You stuck your lower lip out in a pout.

Buddy met your gaze, eyes sparkling behind those black-rimmed glasses. He bit his lip, deep in thought. You propped yourself up on your elbows and kissed him.

"Please?" you asked again.

After a brief pause, Buddy started to get up. Your jaw dropped. Was he so against cats that he was just going to walk away and ignore you?

You watched Buddy in hurt silence. He went to the closet in the hall and opened the food. He grabbed a black coat.

You frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To get a cat. Coming?"

*

You squealed like a child on Christmas Day when you and Buddy walked into the animal shelter. Buddy spoke with someone, who then led you to the back cages.

"Look at them!" you squealed. There were cats of all ages and colors (blacks, whites, grays, oranges, browns). Your heart swelled. You wanted them all.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back to Earth. Buddy kissed your cheek.

"Just one, Ari," he reminded gently.

You nodded and began your search. A few cats hissed and shrank away from you while others meowed and swiped beggingly at their cages. Still, others stared at you with indifference in their eyes.

You couldn't get a black cat—you knew how superstitious Buddy was. But that was okay. You've known what kind of cat you wanted since you were a little girl.

And when you saw her, you knew.

Towards the back of the shelter, a cat—full grown, but smaller than most of the others—sat watching. She was a misty gray all over and her eyes were a dark gray-blue. Those eyes watched you now as your heart stopped and you slowly approached her.

"Here, girl," you called out softly, holding out your hand. The cat meowed—a soft, sweet sound—and raised a paw, as if waving to you.

A grin spread across your entire face as you sat down and pet her through the bars of the cage. After a moment, you heard someone sit by you. Then Buddy wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Her!" you exclaimed eagerly, twisting around to look at Buddy. "Oh, can we get her, Buddy, please?"

Buddy looked down at the small cat—she watched him in silence—and smiled. He slowly nodded his head.

"If she's the one you want," he said.

"Oh, yes! Yes please!" You threw your arms around Buddy's neck in a hug and kissed him. He smiled against your lips and pulled away after just a moment.

"Let's get to it, then."

*

After everything was said and done, you walked out of the shelter with the cat—Holly—sleeping in your arms and Buddy's arm around your shoulders.

"She really is a pretty cat," he admitted.

"See? I told you!"

Buddy smiled and squeezed you closer to his side. "So..." he began.

"Hmm?" you looked at him curiously.

"How are we goin' to break to my sister that she doesn't own the cutest cat in the family anymore?"