Scamp didn't understand Angel at all.
In his eyes she had everything in the world and she was just throwing it away like it was a worthless piece of trash. She didn't even give Buster a second look as she would always say in that snipped tone of hers, "I'm not your girl." Then completely ignore whatever advances he had on her.
Scamp yearned for that kind of attention from Buster, it was all that he ever wanted. It was the second reason that he had joined the junk yard dogs. The way Buster looked at him with pride when he stood by him through thick and thin gave him chills up his spine.
It was practically what he lived for. He was addicted to his overwhelming amount of confidence and how purely cocky he was. His shark like grin and his devilish smirks, the way his voice got low and gravely when he growled. Angel was insane in his eyes, not to want that.
The young dog yearned for the day when he could walk into the junk yard and Buster would lift his head as if he had been bored before he had gotten there. Then he would perk his ears and waltz over to him, then Scamp would be teased until his cheeks went a bright cherry red.
"That's my, Scamp." Buster would say, nuzzling the smaller dog out of complete and utter affection. But not that much, because Buster would never give him that much. Just a little at a time, just to let Scamp know he was still interested. That he still liked him, no matter how bad the teasing got or how obnoxious he acted.
But when it got down to it, that's all Scamp would really need. All he would need was a nuzzle once or twice a day and those blissful words coming from the dogs windpipes. It would have made him bark for joy and get high off of the sensation.
Then, maybe sometimes Buster would smother him in undying affection. Just because he was spontaneous like that and never planned things, but everything would go just as smoothly as if it were. Then Scamp would melt like butter in his arms as he licked, everywhere and he would drive in and out, faster, faster, until Scamp keened and moaned his name with a white splatter suddenly spurting onto his stomach.