Hello there :) I don't even know how this idea popped in my mind, but I decided to write it down. :)
A/N: I don't own Glee or the characters. (Must be sure to put this here every time, just in case.)
A/N: If you read this chapter, it may seem it's Pezberry/Quinntana, but I plan on writing Brittana, so don't worry. It just starts that way :)
Also, thanks to my awesome beta Gleek4Snix.
Enjoy.
Crossed Roads And Everything In Between
Chapter One
I wake up just to see and feel Sammie licking my face. Oh God, it feels icky and sure sloppy, but he's an amazing dog. Ever since I got him and it was already one year and half ago, I feel less alone and I have someone to worry about.
He's a two year old Labrador dog, with the most amazing brown eyes. Sometimes I feel like I can read his feelings and everything through his eyes. When I got him, he was just skinny puppy and now, he's so big that I think soon he'll weigh more than me. Sure, he eats very well and his every meal turns to be twice bigger than mine. Even if he's big like mountain and has sometimes scary expressions, he's one big fluffy creature. I don't think he'd kill a bee if he had to, he's so cute. He's my number one cuddle buddy and a great listener. Also, he doesn't mind getting dirty and he'll bring mess back inside the house which means I have to clean flat every now and then even if I don't have that much visitors.
I hear shower stop running from my bathroom. It seems like Rachel already got up, like usually. She is more of a morning person than me, even if I work every day since 8am, except on weekends, of course.
''Oh, Sam, come here'' I pat Sammie's head around his ears and hearing my approval he jumps on my bed, or to be precise, he jumps on my stomach. I laugh in pain, but that just encourages him to place more wetness on my face and to stab his paws on me. He keeps doing it along licking my neck, apparently in this year and half, he learned that I am ticklish and he got his game started.
Laughing, I move him from my body on the empty side of the bed, putting covers over him. I didn't even realize how heavy he is, really. He got so much fatter since he's with me. I bet he weighs at least double weight than he weighted last year.
''Seriously, if you don't stop, there won't be meat in your breakfast this morning'' I say, but still chuckling and seeming like he understands, he lets out silent bark and puts his paw over my torso.
I shot him glare and remove his paw from me.
''I'm serious, Sammie. You know what you're going to eat this morning?'' At the mention of word 'eating' he stands up on bed again and starts swaying with his long tail and he opens his mouth, just to drop tons of his saliva on my sheets.
I groan and put my hand in his mouth, motioning him to close it.
''You just added one more point to your breakfast, buddy'' I smirk and pull covers aside, getting up. ''You're gonna eat Berry's vegan shit, you know?''
He jumps in front of me, looking up. ''No, you won't eat now. I have to take my shower buddy. You'll eat magnificent vegan crap later'' I pat his head and Berry comes out from bathroom, raising eyebrows.
''It's not nice to call my food crap, Sannie'' she pouts and gives me kiss on cheek. ''Good morning, beauty princess.''
I roll my eyes and just when I was about to kiss her back, Sammie jumps on her, putting his paws on her body, so I can say they were pretty the same height now. I laugh seeing her terrified face, like she was attacked by a giant monster.
''San, tell him to move his heavy hand from me. I just showered!''
''Seriously? He's cleaner than you. I buy him all kinds of shampoo, dog itchy skin relief and pet scent removal. Also, I brush him daily, adding per spirants and –''
''I don't care! Just get him off me, look how big he is'' she says and now I pout. Seriously? She just insulted him and me, too.
I pat his stomach in playful way and he jumps off of her, just to move back to my torso. When he extends his whole height, his paws come to my shoulders. Rachel was right. He is big for a two year old dog. But that doesn't make him fat and that does not give anyone right to insult him and hurt his feelings. He's just fluffy bear dog with an innocent mind. And also, he doesn't mean anything wrong to anyone, his only purpose in life is to love me, eat and make me company. And that's my purpose in life, too. Wait, my purpose in life is to spend my whole life with a dog? Seriously, Santana?
I look down at his big eyes and he bends his head on left side looking at me.
''Okay, this dwarf here didn't mean you're fat ok? You're just full of love, understand buddy?'' I ask him and he stretches to lick my face and he places wet sloppy kiss. Yeah, I've taught him a long time ago how to give kisses. I groan and move him down, sometimes I regret teaching him that action, because most of our cuddling and playing is actually placing kisses on me, my friends, furniture and everything else, leaving his not so comfortable saliva.
Rachel looks us carefully and smiles. ''Sorry, I didn't mean... to offend his feelings'' she mutters doubtful rolling eyes.
''He's my baby, so watch out what you say in front of him'' I say joking and head to the bathroom. She follows me inside and I turn around to see if Sammie followed us. He didn't. Weird, maybe he just found new pillow to destroy.
''Santana, in the last few months your life is based on taking care of your dog and nothing else'' she says and leans on bathroom door frame as I brush my teeth.
I roll eyes and turn to face her. ''I hf job tfoo'' I manage to say trough brushing.
''Yeah, I forgot that. But seriously, you need to live a little. For example, go out and have fun. Not everything is about working, taking care of someone and sitting at house. Alone'' she says.
She was once again right. My life became pretty much boring and monotonous, but I don't mind. I don't need anyone around me to boss me and tell me what to do. I have an interesting job and salary is enough for me to live comfortably. Also, I am not that alone, I have friends. Well, a few friends.. two from work, Rachel, Trouty Mouth, those teenagers that come to library and... Sammie. I understand, I didn't succeed that much in my life, but I am content with this, okay? But it seems it's really hard to explain to some people.
I spit out and wash my mouth.
''Look, Rach, I know what are you trying to say. But I'm fine. Seriously'' I smile and take my pants and shirt off.
''Ugh! You're so stubborn, it's unbelievable'' Rachel groans and throws her hand in the air. ''I'll go and start preparing breakfast. Aaaand I hope that that monster of your dog won't eat everything I try to make!'' she adds when she leaves the bedroom.
I laugh and step in the shower, I know Sammie is already jumping around her or at least following her and smelling her hands.
To some people, it can seem maybe that I'm obsessed with my dog. It's true maybe. But he really means so much to me. Before, I couldn't believe that some people can be addicted to their pets, but now I do. I got Sammie from Rachel for my 22nd birthday, and he was just three months old. At first, I didn't understand what she was trying to tell me, but later I realized that she gave me someone to keep me company. Because, she couldn't always be there with me, she had rehearsals and everything. She cares about me to that level that she gave me an imitation of herself. Well, in animal way.
I gave Sammie name 'Sammie' because he looks like exactly like Sam, my friend, known as Trouty Mouth. Sammie's muzzle reminded me of Sam's mouth first time I saw my baby dog. I told that Sam immediately and he couldn't stop laughing, so my dog got his name after my friend. And speaking of Sammie's personality, he pretty much reminds me of Rachel. He's cheerful, perky and just like her, he always knows how I feel and does something about that.
And his ways of cheering me up are usually breaking some piece of furniture, barking his voice off or tickling me to death. And it helps.
...
''Santana, get him off my leg, please!'' Rachel screams again when I enter kitchen. I found her leaned on counter making toast for our breakfast and Sammie is gripping her right leg. He put his paws around her leg and I can see he pulled her skirt down with his teeth, too.
I chuckle and whistle in the way he knows it's me. He immediately loses his grip on Rachel and runs towards me.
''I see he pulled your clothes off'' I laugh and Rachel sends me glare.
''He became not just disobedient dog, but a sexual maniac, too'' she comments and sits at the table with two plates.
I roll eyes and sit on the opposite side of her. ''He's not. He just wants to play'' I say and take piece of bacon.
''Right, baby boy?'' I smile at him. He looks at my hand with bacon and immediately sits down, shooting his look towards the meat.
''Will you be a good boy for me today?'' I ask him and bring the bacon to his muzzle. He doesn't take it in his mouth right away, because he knows he can't. Instead, he just licks his nose with desperation and I sway bacon in air giving him direction to take it and he does.
''He can be good boy when he wants to, so no worries, Rach'' I smile and start eating the food from my plate.
''Whatever, I don't mind'' she shrugs and eat her crap. I mean food. ''What are we going to do today?''
I wait until I chew the food in my mouth, and when I do, she stoops me.
''No! I know you're gonna say 'let's stay here and watch a movie', cause we won't'' she say and points finger at me. Sammie quirks head from under the table when she hears Rachel raising voice. I laugh at her excitement, because it wasn't that hard to guess what I was going to say.
''So what? That's what we always do on Saturdays, Rachel'' I roll eyes and put another piece of bacon in Sammie's mouth.
''That's the deal, San, you never go out for fun'' she shrugs.
''Yes I do.''
''When? When you go to work?''
''Umm, for your information when I walk Sammie, too'' I grin at her face. She frowns shoving her fork full of vegetables in her mouth.
''You just grinned in my face with full mouth, San. Learn some manners, for God's sake.''
''Oh please, let's talk about manners, even you burped last night in my bed after that vegan ice cream'' I say and she blushes.
''Okay, okay, no more talk about manners'' she laughs. ''I was thinking, we can go walk today Sammie around the city. And we can go to the dog park, if you want… you can meet someone there, who has the same interest as you –''
''Hold on, Rachel. Are you saying that we go out today and find me someone?'' Seriously?" She's crazy.
She sighs and stands up from the table. After putting the plate in the sink, she walks up to me and sits next to me, and of course, disturbs Sammie on the floor.
''No, San, we can like… go out and have fun. I said, maybe you find someone, but you don't have to. But, please, for me?'' she pouts and I laugh.
''Also, it's a beautiful day, I went out to take trash when you were showering'' she finishes again with a pout.
''Ok, ok, it's not like I am some homicidal maniac and I'm just at home'' I say laughing and stand up putting my plate also in the sink.
''I know why you want to go out, dwarf'' I joke turning around and look down at her. She's kneeling on the floor playing with Sammie's ears.
''What? Why?''
''Because you want to find someone, right? You miss something which starts with letter 's' '' I mock her and soon as she realizes what I am talking about she starts laughing and walking over me.
''Please, S, if I missed that, I didn't have to find anyone to do that, I already have someone'' she states and my eyes widen.
She has someone? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? We are friends since I know for myself and she wouldn't tell me that she has someone? I can't believe it .
I find myself in a loss of words, unable to say anything. ''Y- you have someone?'' I can seriously say that my eyes are starting to tear up.
''Yep. I have someone always there for me in case I'm horny, just like that someone has me if they are horny.'' She states as if it wasn't important. Doesn't she see she's hurting me? I'm such a shitty friend, of course she won't tell me, when I don't ask her ever about those things. I just really want to punch myself right now.
''Why didn't yo- you tell me?'' I can feel my mouth forming a pout.
Then she starts laughing really hard and holding her stomach. Sound of her laugh disturbs Sammie who jumps off the floor and walks over to us, taking my hand in her mouth. I look at Rachel and raise eyebrows. I just don't understand why she's laughing.
''Seriously, why are you laughing, Rachel?''
''San, you really believed I had someone?'' she says through laugh.
''Umm, I did, you said it'' I nod.
''You're so cute, come here'' she says and leans in for a hug. I hug her back, but I don't know what she's talking about. Unless... no! Oh my God, she really meant that!
''You realize now what I was talking about?'' Rachel asks when we pull apart. ''You understand, I meant that I have you for every need in my life. Right?''
Her pout makes me want to punch her, I really can't say no when she talks like that. I laugh and roll eyes.
''Rachel, that happened once, you know it and we never repeated it. Stop scaring me, I might think you've fallen in love with me.''
''I really thought you liked me'' she pouts and lets out loud sigh, causing Sammie to look at her, narrowing his head.
''Oh, please. Who doesn't like you, midget?''
''You, obviously'' she laughs.
''I don't like you. I love you, you fool'' I laugh and hug her again, this time tighter. She put her arms around me and keeps me close.
''Dude, if someone saw us, they'd think we're idiots. Don't repeat this again, okay, dwarf?'' I say when we pull apart.
She laughs again and kicks me playfully in the ribs for saying her 'nickname'. This is our thing; we like to joke with each other like this, like we're in love or something. But, in reality, I don't think we'd ever function in that way. Yes, we love each other to the sky and all the way back, but I don't think we're soul mates or anything. Maybe in a friendly way or something, but definitely not in a romantic way. Once, maybe three months ago, we had crazy and wild drunk-sex. It was awesome, we weren't that much drunk, but we were enough drunk to do that. And morning after, we didn't regret it, we just laughed. It didn't ruin not a bit of our friendship, I guess it just released some needs we had.
Since that, I didn't have sex, but it's fine. I have my vibrator, whatever.
She pulls from hug and pokes me.
''Don't think I forgot about our walk. C'mon, let's get dressed'' she squeals and pulls me to the bedroom. Of course, Sammie follows us soon after we leave the kitchen.
...
Here we are, Rachel and I, walking on the street of NYC. The day is wonderful for a walk, just like Rachel said; the sun is shining and it's pretty comfortable temperature. I wore my dark jeans with plaid white shirt and put my hair in the high pony tail, because I knew if we're going with Sammie outside, we'll have to run and that means that my hair will be in the way.
''I love these days when you can do whatever you want'' Rachel inhales air deeply as we walk down the street. My every day is that day, where I can do whatever I want, the problem is I don't have anything to do, except work in the library and rent books. I know, boring.
''Yeah, but pretty much every day is like that'' I comment.
''I know what you are trying to say, but today seems better, I don't know why.''
I look down as we walk, feeling Sammie pulling me forward, to the Rachel's side and I see her chewing Rachel's shoelaces. No, not chewing but destroying them. I let a loud laugh and look at her face, she didn't even notice him chewing it.
''Well, I know why it feels different'' I say and she looks at me.
''Umm, why?'' she raises eyebrow at me, like I'm an idiot.
''Because baby boy is chewing your shoe and pretty much he destroyed your laces'' I laugh and she stops walking, looking down at him.
''Wha- Oh my God! I bought them three days ago! Those were my favourite Converse shoes, Sammie, you bad bad dog!'' she screams and leans down to his face, putting her fingers in front of him.
I continue laughing and Rachel continues her rambling to my baby. People who were passing by us started laughing when they saw her shoes, pretty much in a weird state.
''- in the world! Yes, yes, you are Sammie! Santana didn't taught you – don't chew my finger, you bad boy! –and she never- '' at this point I unbuttoned his collar so he jumps and licks Rachel's face, leaving her mouth hanging open.
As she reaches for him, he starts running and I start laughing.
''Santana! Look what he did, and you just laugh!'' she says cleaning her face with tissues, making me laugh even more.
''Sorry, but you looked horrible – and, and your mascara is all over your face!'' I laugh even harder, but stop when I notice her glare. I take tissue from her hand and walk closer to her to clean her face.
''Here, sorry, I won't laugh anymore'' I say through a chuckle and start cleaning her cheeks when she closes eyes.
''Seriously, I'll murder him one day'' she murmurs. I knuckle my nail in her cheek and she squeals when she feels pain.
''Hey! I didn't mean it seriously'' she pouts and I finish cleaning her. She opens her eyes and blinks few times. ''Where is Sam?''
Just when I turn around to look after him, I was met with a woman. A young woman with blonde short hair and eyeglasses on top of her head. She's looking at me. I don't say anything.
''Sorry, ma'am'' she says and it seems like she lost her breath a little. ''But is that'' she points at my Sammie across the bridge. My Sammie is running. ''..your dog?''
''Yes, he is'' I reply and she straightens herself and inhales deeply smirking.
''Well, can you please call him because he's chasing my dog and it seems like he's going to rip his head off!'' she screams at me with such a force that Rachel moves a little back and I raise an eyebrow.
''Excuse me, lady, but my dog is taught not to bite and he, obviously, wouldn't bite your dog!'' I reply and she smirks.
''Well, my dog is still a puppy and he's chasing him and I can't call him because he's so scared of you monster dog!''
Oh this got me, nobody calls my baby a monster, especially some arrogant bitch here.
''First of all, my dog is not a monster, he's completely fine. Second of all why did you bring your dog out when you didn't even train him'' I raise my voice at her and she crosses her arms. Oh, bitch-mode on. Okay.
''And third of all you're bitch and you have no right to raise your voice at me! And –''
''Woah, woah, ladies, calm down!'' Rachel interjects and stands between us, placing softly one hand on me and other on the blonde.
''Santana, whistle to Sammie to come over'' Rachel says and I do it.
Faster than lightning, Sammie runs towards me hearing my whistle. In process of running, his tongue is out and swaying in the air as he moves his paws. Soon as he comes to where I am standing he sits down, looking up at me. I pull out one of his favourite crackers and put it in his mouth, and then I put his collar and leash on again.
I turn up to look at blonde and I send her sarcastic smile and she swallows slowly, looking at the spot from where Sammie came.
''Content?'' I ask her and she nods.
''J? Come here, boy!'' she calls and goes after her dog. I don't even see him, so I just roll my eyes and pull Rachel and we start walking again. Who calls their dog with just one letter? Is she insane?
When we move from the place where the 'accident' happened, we find bench somewhere at the small park. We sit at the end I unleash Sammie again, give her a cracker and she runs away, content and happy.
I stay silent for few moments, but then, at the same time, Rachel and I start laughing. When we stop, she speaks first.
''I can't believe, the first person we meet today, seems to be a bitch'' she states through chuckle.
''Not just a bitch, she is the bitch'' I reply and she rolls her eyes.
''I could see the sexual tension'' she mocks and I hit her in the arm playfully.
''I can only beat her up, not sex her up.''
''Please, Santana, she was hot'' she retorts.
''Then you can have her'' I say and look for Sammie, who is sniffing over the other bench, far from us.
''Whatever'' Rachel says and crosses her legs.
As we sit there, I spot along the other passengers, the bitch. She's walking alone, wearing black boots, black transparent nylons and dark blue buttoned coat. As I see her, I notice she's not alone, in one hand she has her phone and in the other leash. I look down, but from all those legs passing, I can't see her dog.
''Great, look, the bitch is here'' I nudge Rachel to look on my side, few metres away. She leans forward and looks right at the bitch and apparently, the bitch sees us.
Rachel chuckles and nudges me back.
''Don't be harsh if she passes this way'' she whispers and I smirk.
''I'm never harsh, how can you be like that'' I joke and see the bi... blonde coming closer to us. I see her getting out from the crowd, so she walks over the grass to the bench we're sitting at.
When she pulls her dog from the crowd, I meet the most beautiful dog, well, puppy, I've ever seen after my Sammie. He is small and black, and I don't know if it's in the dog's nature but he is very round and fluffy. I try not to smile and keep my bitch mode on, but I can't help it, he's cute enough to make me laugh.
Rachel notices him and squeals. ''San, look at her dog! He's so little and fluffy'' she says and I slap her hand.
''Don't make Blondie think we like her or her dog'' I whisper and blonde approaches us.
I look up at her and she nods to us. ''Hello again.. um, I just wanted to –'' she doesn't finish because Sammie comes running and jumping on her.
As he jumps on her, her dog scares away and walks between my legs.
''Oh my God, your dog again –'' Blondie couldn't finish because Sammie keeps licking her face and I can't stop laughing. I get up from bench and pick up her scared dog with me. I lean over and tickle Sammie's stomach and he jumps away from Blondie's torso, moving to stand next to me. I pull out his crackers and give one to Sammie and one to J. That's his name, right?
''Sorry, but Sammie, my dog, is very friendly'' I smile.
''Yeah, I noticed that'' she groans wiping her face with her hands.
Rachel chuckles and takes out tissues she used earlier to wipe her face from Sammie's assault. Blondie looks at her and smiles taking it from her hands.
''Umm thanks'' after few minutes she's done with cleaning her face and she looks up.
We stand looking at each other.
''Can I get my dog back?'' she asks and then I realize I have her dog in my hands. Crap!
''Uhh, sure, sorry I-'' I give him to her, he's so cute.
''Nothing'' she smiles. She's really pretty. And she has a nice smile. But pity she's the bitch.
''Well, I came here to apologize for earlier, I didn't mean to yell, I was just scared for my dog, he's really small, you know...'' she says and looks down at Sammie who's happily chewing crackers.
Well, she was right. Her dog is still small and I'd be scared for my dog the same way as she is for hers. That's okay. Sammie could be a little more gentle with meeting her dog, after all. I need to tell him there's no more chasing small puppies, because their owners are usually bitchy women. Or maybe not.
I wanted to speak, but Rachel took that chance from me.
''My friend over here, Santana, understands that. Don't worry, we were just talking about that when you arrived, right Santana?'' she looks at me. What game is she playing?
Not sure what she's implying, I just nod. Blondie smiles at me.
''Thank you very much. Also, I didn't mean to offend your dog, he's really... friendly, as I said'' Blondie says and pats his ears, earning another sloppy kiss from him, but this time at her hand.
''Yes he is. He loves to meet new women and friends, isn't that right Sammie?'' Rachel plays along.
Oh my God, she just said my dog loves to meet women, is she crazy? What will Blondie think of me and my dog? That I'm some freak that loves dogs in.. that kind of way? Rachel, please stop, please, please.
''That's really sweet'' she smiles. ''I got J recently, two weeks ago and I really think he's an angel.''
''He's really nice'' Rachel comments smiling and I just stand there with them. ''What type of dog is he and how old?''
''It's Cane Corso and he's five months old'' Blondie replies. She looks down at Sammie, still holding her puppy in her hands.
''That's Labrador Retriever, right? How old is he?'' she asks, looking at me. Wow, I'm here too, I can't believe they noticed me.
''Yes it is, he's two years old'' I answer.
''Would you like to sit with us... ?'' Rachel asks her and I groan, but silently. Did she really just invite stranger to sit with us, just because she has a dog with her? Sometimes I hate that she's so friendly and accommodating.
''Quinn, my name's Quinn'' Blondie, well Quinn extends her hand towards Rachel and Rachel accepts her hand smiling.
''Nice to officially meet you Quinn, I'm Rachel and this is.. '' she turns to me, but doesn't get to say my name, because Quinn says it first.
''...Santana, I know. I realised that when you talked to her, Rachel'' she says smiling. She turns to face me, still smiling. Did I say she has a nice smile?
''Um yeah, fine'' I murmur and lean down to put leash on Sammie.
''And no, I can't really sit with you, I wish I could, you two seem like great company. But I have to run errands today with my roommate, she'll be mad'' she says and puts down J, who's attacked by Sammie.
''Well, Quinn, what about this'' Rachel grins and claps her hands slowly. I know this part of her, she's excited about something and I don't like it at all, especially when she said something about finding me someone. ''When you have a little time, you can call me or Santana, because Sammie is her dog and you two can hang out!?''
Quinn smiles and looks up at me, I seem to be unable to say anything. I'll kill Rachel after this.
''Well, that seems nice to me'' she says. ''I really have nothing to do tomorrow, it's Sunday. How about you, Santana?''
I look at Rachel, confused. It's like I lost sense of being with someone and reacting and everything. Damn. Rachel nods happily and I turn to Quinn.
''I don't have anything to do either... so, you can give me your number and we can agree what time will be the best, tonight?'' she asks.
''Of course, it's perfect!'' Rachel states and rushes Quinn to pull her cell phone out, so she can write my number for her.
''There you go'' Rachel grins and gives Quinn her phone back.
''It was really nice to meet you two, but I have to run now'' she says, but doesn't move and instead she just looks down, to find Sammie chewing her shoelaces.
Rachel laughs nervously and she knees down to move Sammie's head from Quinn's legs.
''Sorry, but don't worry, Santana will bring you tomorrow new shoe laces. He did the same to me, look'' Rachel points to her shoes and I laugh. Both of them look at me, glaring, but I know they're fake.
''Hey, I totally will bring you new.. um shoelaces'' I say and Quinn grins and starts walking.
''I keep your word safe!'' she says and walks away, pulling J with her. I watch her walking, she has nice movements, gentle and femme.
''Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me'' Rachel sing-whispers with smile on her face when I turn to face her after Quinn disappears in distance.
I laugh when I see her fake nervous eyes. ''I won't, at least we discovered that she's not that big of a bitch.''
''You see, you just have to be more friendly, like Sammie for example'' she says and we start walking from the bench.
''You want to say that I'm unsociable?''
''No, you're just a little bit judgemental'' she murmurs.
''But, face it, she was a bitch earlier.''
''Yes, she was, but now's everything alright and you have a date with her tomorrow!''
''What!? Rachel, you're overreacting, it's not a date, it's just date for our dogs, to get along and for Sammie to learn that he can't eat puppies'' I reply and send her a glare. She laughs and takes leas from me.
''Whatever you say, San, but I think it's a date, she's perfect for you'' she grins and runs away, pulling my cheerful Sammie with her. They run away from me and I realize what she just said.
''Hey, come here!'' I run after them, ignoring crackers slipping down from my pockets.
...
I come home after being with Rachel for nearly five hours outside. After the walk in the park and chasing after her almost fifteen minutes, we settled down in a restaurant where they had a garden and dogs were allowed. We ate lunch there and Sammie of course made a small scandal when she smelled meat in the air. She ran after the waiter, pulling his pants down and making all guests laugh. I solve the problem, saying that the waiter had something on his pants that looked like meat, so the chef didn't throw us out.
I walk to the couch and sit there. Sammie jumps up and with his muzzle grabs two pillows throwing them at me. I put it near my shoulders and he lays next to me, so his muzzle was on my stomach.
''You tired, baby boy?'' I pat him around his ears, through soft hair over back. He yawns like saying 'yes' and closes his eyes.
I sigh and just when I'm about to reach my laptop, I hear my phone buzzing. I take it from my pocket, seeing an unknown number. I wonder who it is. Yeah, don't say, this was sarcasm.
Hey, Santana, it's Quinn, remember me? :P So about tomorrow, what do you think at 1 PM? We can go to lunch too, I know a nice restaurant which allows dogs. xx
I laugh at the sign with letter P, she thinks she's funny. Well, she's cute, though. When I move my hand to answer the message, Sammie looks up at me.
''Calm down, buddy, I'm settling you a date with that dog you were chasing today'' I say and he lies back down.
Sure, good for me ;) –S
I click send and it goes away. Sighing, I take cover from the end of the couch and close my eyes.
:)
