Summary: Connor had expected a lot of things to change when he moved houses. Simple things, really, like a slightly altered schedule or having to find a new coffee shop or even changing his morning routine. What he didn’t expect, however, was to be this taken by the guy living over at apartment 303 -or for it all to start with a goddamn cat. Albit a very cute one.
A story where Oliver always forgets to lock his door, Oliver’s cat hates water, Wes and Laurel are mostly trying to help, and there’s way more to Connor than first meets the eye.
A/N: Special thanks to everyone who answered/liked this post and told me to go for this. This chapter is for you guys!
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Connor stares in utter confusion at his neighbor’s ajar door
for a solid five seconds, before turning back into his own apartment and
staring some more because what. The ball of fur that darted right
between Connor’s leg and the doorframe –no, allow him to rephrase- the ball of
fur belonging to 303 that darted right past Connor’s legs, was currently
giving him a pleading look from underneath his coffee table. Which, again, what?!
He had been on his way out of his new apartment; his keys
held in hand and a list of groceries writing itself across his thoughts when
the door of the opposite apartment creaked open, and out came a lithe gray
body, meowing pathetically as it ran for cover passed Connor and under his
“Um, hey there little buddy,” Connor spoke softly as if not
to startle the small creature. He didn’t know much about cats, but even he
could see that this one looked drenched and pretty unhappy at that.
“Katniss!” Came a male voice from across the hallway, its
owner stepping out of 303 and looking for all of the world like a disgruntled
kitten himself. Connor’s first thought was you named a cat Katniss? Really? Closely
followed by damn he’s Hot. And wet.
Connor cleared his throat to get the man’s attention.