Chapter 8 / A Day Away
(Mark's POV)
As my tired eyes opened I looked around my hotel room before realizing who was there. Taylor was still asleep, her face now buried in my thigh while her small legs wrapped around my leg and foot. I couldn't stop the smile that creeped onto my face as I brushed the hair away from her eyes. Yawning I untangled our bodies and grabbed her key card off the dresser. I had an idea and as long as Taylor stayed asleep for now, it would work.
Once in her room I grabbed her Pink backpack. and threw it on the bed before opening it and taking all the clothes out. Blushing I grabbed a pair of lacey polka dot underwear and a black sports bra before tossing them on the bed. No one needs to know I touched her underwear. After that I grabbed a pair of her black skinny jeans and a pair of unicorn socks before closing the bag and tossing it down. Then I grabbed her duffel bag and pulled out a black t-shirt, her white cat ear beanie, and her converse.
These were her favorite comfy clothes and I needed her comfy for today. Finally I walked to her bathroom and grabbed a matching pair of pink and white hair ties before leaving her room and walking back to mine. However Taylor was not in bed. Startled I dropped the clothes and shoes on the dresser and ran my hand through my hair. Quickly I walked over to the bed and looked around, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I found her still asleep but on the floor. Laughing I shook her slightly, waking her. Startled she stared up at me, her eyes drooping with sleep.
"Come on. I have everything planned out." Slowly she took my hand and let me help her up. Smiling I led her to her clothes and handed them to her. Confused she raised her eyebrows at me. "Just change into those but leave the hat off. I want to do something with your hair. Don't worry." I hugged her quickly. "You'll look cute." Nodding she tiredly trudged into the bathroom.
"What are we doing today?!" Taylor called from the bathroom as I slipped my pajama pants and boxers off before sliding into a new pair and some jeans.
"None of your business! Just get dressed!" I called back while changing into my lucky flannel. Today was going to be good. Today I was going to get lucky. Wait...no. No, not like that. Sighing I made sure I looked good in the mirror.
"Ooh busting out the lucky flannel." Taylor's voice made me jump and turn to her. "Today has to be good if you're busting out the lucky flannel. Wait….are we playing Five Nights At Freddy's? Cause I'm not ready to become queen yet." Laughing I grabbed her hand, ignoring the feeling of sparks, and sat her down on the bed.
"Ready for the most insanely beautiful hairstyle I can do?" Nodding she smiled up at me and laid the cat beanie in her lap.
"Ready." She responded. Smiling I parted her hair and braided the two sections before tying them off with the hairbands. Then I grabbed the hat and pulled it onto her head.
"Done!" I smiled brighter as I looked at her. She looked adorable and super cute. Smiling she looked past me into the mirror and laughed happily before running her hands over her newly done braids.
"These are so cute!" She exclaimed happily as she stood up, her body against mine for a few short seconds before checking herself out in the mirror. "Mark you really did good on this outfit and this style." She smiled back at me. "It really shows off my curves and everything." I couldn't help but lick my lips as she ran her hands over her curves. Smiling she looked back at me. "Do you think I look good, Mark?" Nodding I felt myself start to drool over her but wiped my lip quickly to hide it. "Where to first?" She asked as she tossed me my keys.
"A little shop that I think you will like." I responded as I caught my keys. Quickly I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my keycard before opening the door for Taylor. Happily she skipped out and I closed the door behind me.
"Mark...no way…" Taylor's voice murmured as we stood in front of the store. I could see the tears shining in her eyes. "This can't be right." She quickly turned to me, the disbelief covering her face.
"I'm paying for everything. You need this, Taylor." I responded and pulled her into my arms, her tears now dripping and soaking into my shirt as she sobbed. In front of us was a animal shelter and pet shop combination. Almost like a mini strip mall. If there was one thing Taylor needed it was a companion who would love her until forever. Smiling I let go of her and pulled her into the store where the dogs were.
"How can I help you two?" A woman asked as we reached the counter.
"We are looking for a dog or cat for her." I gestured to Taylor who was wiping her tears away. Smiling the lady turned to Taylor and pulled out a form.
"Alright." The woman started as she laid a pen down by the paper. "So this form here just says that you will protect the animal, feed it, care for it. You know, the normal stuff. So I just need you to sign here and initial here." Taylor signed and initialed where she had to before the lady pulled out another sheet. "And this one is just to let you know that if you do injure, abuse, and or kill this animal you will be taken to court. Understood?" Taylor nodded and signed again. "Alright! Let's get you a new friend."
Slowly we walked to a large door that said 'DOGS FE/MALE' before the lady turned to us and smiled a very bright, happy smile.
"I'm glad that you want to adopt. Do you have any allergies? Cat fur? Dog fur?" She asked which Taylor shook her head to. "Any preference?"
"Uh I want a dog. If it's possible I'd like one who isn't a complete puppy but wasn't that old too so we could bond and be together. Like I'd like a dog who was house trained and can go on car rides and on planes." The lady nodded along with Taylor's requests. "Also if it's possible, which I completely understand if it isn't, but I'd like to have a dog who is young enough to be trained as a service dog. I have really bad social anxiety and I'd like a full time companion who will help me through everything."
"I completely understand." The lady replied softly. "I think I have the perfect dog for you." We followed her through the door and past many kennels of barking dogs before we stopped at a large kennel. Smiling the lady grabbed the clipboard off and handed it to us.
Name: ICEY
Age: 1 YEAR 3 MONTHS
Gender: MALE
Time in Kennel: 4 MONTHS
Likes: BEING NEAR PEOPLE, DRESSING UP, LONG WALKS, CAR RIDES, EATING WITH HUMAN, SLEEPING, EATING
Dislikes: NOT HAVING ATTENTION, BEING AWAY FROM HUMANS, BEING ALONE
Works Well With: DOGS (BIG NOT SMALL), CATS, CHILDREN, ADULTS
Favorite Treats: PEANUT BUTTER, DOG BISCUITS, ANY HUMAN FOOD HE CAN GET HIS PAWS ON
A/N - Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter. What do you think Taylor should do? Should she adopt Icey and train him to be a service dog along with Mark (who is having naughty thoughts about Tay) or should she find another dog? Should she even get a dog? Please review and tell me your answer!
