Aiden furrowed his brows, "Wait, you’re telling me that there’s a cat at your house? It’s like yours?"

"Yes, it’s like mine. Well, ours." Ashley corrected herself, looking at Spencer. "She couldn’t keep it, so I took it."

"Wow."

"Mhmm."

"What’s it name?" Aiden asked while shoving a handful of fries into his mouth.

Ashley scrunched up her nose in disgust while watching Aiden gorge himself, "We don’t have one, yet."

"You should name it Ted!" he blurted, causing some of the food to fly from his mouth.

"Okay, first of all, that was disgusting," Spencer said pointing to the food that had flown from Aiden’s mouth, "And second, it’s a girl. So, no."

"Well, fine." he said. "I still think you should name it Ted."

Both Spencer and Ashley rolled their eyes at the jock.

"Oh, I heard about your little mishap in World History this morning," Aiden snickered. "It’s all over the quad. I wish I could have seen it."

Spencer laughed as Ashley pelted the boy with three more fries, hitting him in the face.

-~-

School had been over for at least three hours. Spencer was taking a break from her homework, with a small nap.

Her phone started vibrating and it fell from it’s place on the nightstand next to her bed. The blonde woke up from the small ‘thump’ it made.

She groaned as she reached over the bed, grabbing her phone. She didn’t even bother looking at the caller ID as she flipped it open. "Hello?" she said with a yawn.

"Rob Thomas." stated the voice, firmly, on the other line.

Spencer immediately recognized the voice on the other line. "Ashley, what are you talking about?" she asked, confused, as she sat up rubbing her eyes.

"We’re naming the cat Rob Thomas."

"What? Ash, it’s a female cat." Spencer yawned, again. "What are you doing?"

"Playing fetch with Rob."

"Okay, you must be delusional. First of all, we can’t name it Rob, and second…It’s a cat! Cats don’t do fetch."

"Oh, wanna bet? I swear to you; I threw one of her toys at the wall when I couldn’t figure something out, and she just scampers into the room, picks it up, and brings it right on back to me."

The blonde hugged her knees to her chest with one arm, as the other held onto the phone, "Well, that’s special."

"No kidding. And don’t worry, I haven’t hurt her, anymore. Right now we’re being civil."

Spencer let out a light chuckle, "That’s good. So, do you really want to name it Rob Thomas?"

"Yeah, I looked up our song, yesterday, and that’s who sings it, so I thought ‘what the hell, we’ll name it Rob’."

"You are so bizarre." was Spencer’s reply.

"That I am, but this is a special cat, so it deserves a special name. Besides, your name isn’t exactly feminine, either!"

"Hey! I resent that!" Spencer protested. "Jerk."

The blonde could hear laughter on the other end of the phone, "I’m joking. I love your name, Spence. I just think it’d be cute to call it Robby, or something."

"Well," Spencer sighed, "you’re the one who has to live with it, so if you wanna name it Rob Thomas, that’s okay by me."

"Sweet. You should go back to sleep, Babe."

"I wasn’t sleeping," the blonde said with a yawn.

"Yeah, uh-huh. Face it, I know your tired voice. Just call me back after you’ve slept for a while. I’m just gonna mess around with the animal."

"Okay, play nice you two. I’ll call you later."

"Later, Spence."

She hung up the phone, and lay back down on her bed. She buried her face on the pillows and chuckled lightly. "Rob Thomas." she said out loud to herself. Soon, she was out, again, in a peaceful slumber.