Lock, Stock And Teardrops
The girl with the long blond hair sighed gut-wrenchingly and grasped the boy's hand.
''Kyle, I love you. I can't hide it any longer. Now tell me, do you love me too?''
Kyle smiled broadly, showing more teeth than you would assume a human person has, and pulled the girl into his muscular arms, shouting ''I love you too, Patricia!'' in an annoyingly croaky voice.
Back on the sofa, the corners of Addison's mouth twitched down wards as she turned off the TV, her face gracing a look of pure disgust.
''This is surreal. That girl's a Barbie, probably dumber than a slice of bread. And I won't even begin to talk about that teeth showing fool of a teenage boy.''
She shoved the pillow, she'd been clutching at, to the side and got up from the cozy sofa, her reddish eyebrows knitted together.
''Sweetheart, why don't you just stop being so pessimistic and call a friend to come over?'', her mother asked while preventing the maid from knocking over her favorite vase.
''That would be nice, wouldn't it?''
Pulling on her black, knee-high boots, Addison shot her mother an unnerved look and took the dog leash from the small table next to the door.
''I'll walk the dog'', she said. ''At least he knows when to shut up ...'', she added in a murmur before whistling louder than you thought she was capable of. Promptly, a mini-version of a dog came scampering in, looking like a small ball of brown hair rolling on the polished marble floor.
Without another word, Addison leashed the frolicking hair ball and hurried out of the door, shutting it behind her with a loud thump. Her mother let out an exasperated cry (''That girl!''), making the maid jump and drop the expensive vase onto the floor where it shattered into a thousand pieces.
Outside, the redhead turned up the collar of her grey coat, the coldness of December turning her pale fingers numb. But it didn't bother her, it was peaceful and quiet. That's all that mattered to her in this moment. She watched Poe (her dog) scampering beside her, a half-smile slowly creeping its way onto her delicate face. She loved that dog. She knew dogs were said to be dumb, loyal, but dumb. But sometimes she had the feeling that little Poe understood her much better than anyone else. And most important he was her friend. Addison had many friends, the whole school so to speak but if you define ''friends" by loyal, loving and understanding, Poe was her only friend. Deep in thought, Addison heard the warning shout ''Watch out!!!'' a little too late and the last thing she saw was a big Great Dane making a bolt for her chest. Then everything faded into blackness.