I would first like to say I am sorry for the note from yesterday. I lost my temper, and I shouldn't have done that over something so stupid and actted so childish. So sorry, and enjoy the next chap!
Logan's P.O.V.
A few hours later, like I predicted, James came back, with a pack mule Carlos tagging-along. Shaking my head, I stood up, putting the now sleeping pup on the couch, and walked over to the two. "James, really? Is one, two, three...TEN bags of hair care products really necessary? And for the last time! Quit making Carlos your personal slave boy!" I said, crossing my arms, a disapproving look on my face. James looked at me insulted, and Carlos, oh Carlos, he looked like he was about to drop dead.
"Yes they are! How do you expect me to stay The Face without perfect?" James yelled, doing his jazz hands thing. Shaking my head, again, I went over to Carlos, and started to unload his arms of the heavy bags. When he was free of the bags, Carlos walked to the couch and collapsed onto it. The second he did, a startled and slightly pained yelp rang through the air. "Kenny!" I shouted, jumping to the couch.
There I found a scared Carlos, and a shaking blonde pup under his head. "Carlos move your head!" I said, worried, lifting the shorter boy's head, and picked up the pup, holding his shaking body to my chest. He immediately buried his square head into the crook of my arm, with me petting him gently trying to calm him down. James and Carlos looked at me in slight shock, and in unison said, "Dude, what the hell is that?" Carlos trying, and failing, to get a look at the animal in my arms. I turned my back to him and focused on calming down my scared pup, who was still shaking, but not as bad, and poking his head up looking around.
"It's a puppy I found today at the pool" I said, showing my friends the now almost fully calmed down pup, who tilted his furry head at my friends, who in turn tilted their heads. "But, aren't dogs not allowed?" Carlos asked, confused, reaching a hand out to pet Kenny, who wagged his nub of a tail, wiggling to get closer to the Latino. I smiled softly at the blonde pup, I held him out slightly so Carlos could each him better.
"They are. It's just Bitters hates us and wants to make our lives a living nightmare, so he tells us we can't" I said, handing the pup to Carlos, who held the pup with a gentleness I didn't know he possessed. "What's it's name?" He asked. "Kenny." I said, putting my shoes on. James and Carlos shared a look, and shook their heads in a 'I can't believe this kind of way.' "Hey, where are you going?" Carlos asked, shifting his grip on the puppy, who fell asleep, again.
"Kenny needs some things. You know, food, treats, toys, and other things. Wanna come with me?" I said, grabbing the keys to 2J and the car from the kitchen bar. James and Carlos nodded, and followed me out the door. We made it to the entrance of The Palm Woods, stuffing Kenny under my hoodie when we went by Bitters' office, when a shout came from behind us.
"Hey, where y'all goin'?" a slightly heavy drawl, that reminded me of my mema Mitchell back in Texas, said Miranda Way, a friend of Kendall's, walking over to us with her friend Kat. I don't really know much about Miranda, or as Kendall and Kat call her Randa, other then she was from South Carolina and moved her to make it big as a singer, her friend Kat tagging-along with her to see if she could become a cartoon voice actress. I've talked to her a few times, just to listen to the drawl that reminded me of my home in Texas, and to let my own drawl come out without fear of it being made fun of.
You see, back in the end of the 6th grade, I moved from Texas to Minnesota for my mother's new job at the local hospital. On my first day there some of the 8th graders started making fun of my accent, calling my a hick, redneck, and hillbilly. Telling me to go back to Texas and marry my cousin like a good hick. It was that day I met the idiots I call my best friends. They stood up to the slightly bigger boys, for me. And as they say, the rest is history. But even to this day, I try to hide my accent, the taunts those bullies used making ashamed of it. The only time I let it come out is if, like I said before, I talk to Miranda or family from Texas.
Shaking my head, I looked over at Miranda, who was looking sort of annoyed. "Sorry, I was thinking. As for your question, we're going to the pet store to get some stuff for this pup I found earlier today." I said quietly, after making sure Bitters was no where to be seen. Miranda nodded, her long dark brown braided ponytail, which was slung forward over her shoulder, bouncing with the movement.
"Can we come with, y'all? I kinda need some more food for the girls." she said, adjusting her the leashes on her wrist, which lead to said girls, her brindle boxers, Maggie and Molly. Those dogs are probably the sweetest things I have ever seen! Maggie with her baby-face and Molly who acts like a mama to everything, human or animal. Smiling, I nodded my head, holding out a hand to take a leash from her, which lead down to the girls. She grinned back, handing me Maggie's red leash, seeing as how she was the rowdy one.
"Thanks! I didn't know how was gonna control both of them. Seeing as how a certain midget is too busy to help her suppose best friend." She said, throwing a glare at the blonde next to her. "Hey! I have an interview this afternoon! I can't be late for it!" Kat said, as she watched the four of us plus three dogs walk to the BTR mobile. "I call shot gun!" Miranda yelled, hopping into the front seat, laughing when Carlos and James pout, whining as they got in the backseat. I chuckled, sliding into the driver's seat, and turned on the car. I pulled out of the parking lot, and started to make my way to closest PetSmart, listening to Miranda sing some song about best friends being the only things that matter.(1)
Well thats it! I'm sorry if the chapters before seemed rushed. I guess after doing drabbles for a while I got so use to putting a story in limited space...if that made sense
1. A cookie (or a puppy!Big Tme Rusher) to anyone who can get what song this is.
xoxo,
Vampy
