Hey everyone! So I decided to make this a full story! It will be all the troubles Elvis can get into! Next chapter! Review please!
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Shane's P.O.V
I was walking down the hallway when I bumped into Nate.
"Sorry dude…didn't see you there…" I said.
"Yeah I know, you were texting Taylor again on you're sidekick." Nate said.
"Yup." I said, smiling.
"Which by the way you dropped." Nate said, picking up my sidekick.
Before he came up he rolled up my pants, noticing the one thing I wish he didn't.
"Are those my socks?" Nate asked.
"N-no" I said, panicking.
"Yes they are!" Nate argued.
"No they aren't." I said.
"Yes they are! Now take them off!" Nate yelled at me.
"Okay, they are…but I'm not taking them off!" I yelled.
"Yes you are!" Nate yelled and pushed me down.
"Oww! Get off of me!" I said through clenched teeth.
"Not until you take them off!" Nate said, tackling me down.
"No." I said, simply.
"Then I'm taking them off for you!" Nate said.
Nate made his way down to my feet and took off my sneakers. He pulled off the socks as I struggled to get away. I was still struggling to get away when he jumped off of me, socks in hand. I banged my head on the wall due to I was still struggling with him when he jumped off.
"Ouch…that's gonna leave a mark." I said.
"That'll teach you to mess with me and my socks." Nate stated, walking away.
"You will pay for that! When you least expect it!" I yelled down the hall standing up.
Nate walked into his room and closed the door.
"Evil person." I mumbled.
One Week Later…
Still Shane's P.O.V
I was in the kitchen eating lunch. I was thinking hard on how to get back at Nate. It was now one week later, Nate probably forgot about my revenge on him, so now he least expects it. I put my hand up to my forehead. My head was sore and bruised. And it had a bump. It was tiny, but it was still a bump. Light bulb! I mean I got an idea! No one was in the kitchen so I called Elvis…Nate's new golden retriever puppy.
"Elvis!" I called.
Nothing.
"Elvis! Come here boy!" I called again.
Elvis ran into the room.
"Hey Elvis…I got a job for you…" I said, patting Elvis' head.
I stood up and grabbed Elvis' collar. I walked with Elvis up the steps to Nate's room. I opened the door and peeked into it. Nate wasn't in there.
"Come on boy…" I said, opening the door for Elvis to walk in.
He trotted into the room and I walked in after him. Once in the room, I closed the door and walked over to Nate's closet. I opened the door and let Elvis walk into it. It was a walk-in closet so it was big enough for the both of us.
"Hey, want some food?" I asked.
Elvis barked.
"Here." I said, picking up Nate's favorite pair of green high top converse and passed them to Elvis.
Elvis looked up at me.
"Go ahead boy…it's okay…" I said, giving him permission. Elvis gladly accepted and started chewing on the converse.
I smiled. I enjoyed Nate's pain.
"Elvis! Where are you? It's time for you're walk!" Nate called from the hallway.
Nate walked into the room. He must of heard Elvis chewing because he walked into the closet.
"ELVIS! WHAT DID YOU DO?" Nate yelled.
Elvis whimpered.
"Calm it! I gave him permission! I told you when you least expect it!" I yelled.
"Those are my favorite pair!" Nate yelled.
Elvis looked up at Nate and gave him a sad puppy dog look.
"ELVIS! GO AWAY! YOU BAD DOG! DON'T COME IN HERE AGAIN!" Nate yelled.
Elvis ran out of the room and I felt bad. I ran after Elvis and kneeled down next to him.
"You're dead!" I heard Nate yell.
I ignored him.
"Elvis…boy…I didn't mean to…it's not you're fault." I said.
Elvis barked.
"Come on!" I said to Elvis.
Elvis followed me. We walked into Nate's room. Nate was sitting on his bed mad.
"Nate it wasn't Elvis' fault…it was mine…don't be mad at him." I said, feeling guilty.
"I'm sorry Elvis." Nate said, petting him.
Elvis jumped on the bed next to Nate.
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