Just a little idea I had the other day, cutesy one-shot. Remember, everything is not as it seems! Read the whole thing, you might have to re-read it a couple of times to understand it. XD Enjoy.
He sat there, on the bed, silently pleading with me. I shook my head to clear it. He wasn't ready for this. He was inexperienced in these types of things. As was I. I had never done it before. I was slightly afraid that once he saw how untrained I was when it came to this, he would just get up, and walk away. Then, he would never want to do it. This prospect seemed very dim, as the first time was rumored to be the most important. It was at this time that the two will relate the most, and create an unbreakable bond unlike any other. Well, sometimes. It really depended where you picked up what you were going to do it with. On the streets, walking around. Or at the homeless shelter, where all of the thin, needy ones went. There were many choices there, and some of them were actually kind of cute. They definitely appealed to me. This particular one was very rough looking. I liked him, though. He had a sweet personality. He was practically begging me though, he seemed desperate. Apparently his name was Jake. I wasn't sure though... He really wanted me to do this.
His eyes seemed to say,
"Stroke me, touch me. Just choose one of the balls to use, and then we can get started! It will all turn out fine in the end. We will have a wonderful time!" It took some persuading. I was still nervous. But, after all, how hard could it be? All of my friends had done it when they were only children! I reluctantly, reached down, past his practically drooling, anticipating face to the many balls that he had splayed out in front of him. I finally chose one and grasped it firmly. Then, I did what he had been waiting for. I threw the tennis ball.
:) 'Kay, so for those of you who don't understand, it's basically Bella's first time playing fetch with her new dog, Jake. She's trying to choose which ball to throw, since she's being an annoying perfectionist and doesn't want it to be too big or too small. He's on a doggy bed, that's what I meant. And she was talking about how people get their dogs :D I dropped a LOT of hints, so I am not surprised if I didn't fool you.
Lol.
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