'You look very sexy with a bag of ice on your cheek.' Craig tightened his teeth and sent his sister murderous look, didn't see nothing fun in this. His cheek was swollen and hurt him badly like it has met with a very thick wall, not his stepbrother fist. 'Can you tell me now, why Darren punched you?' She sat in front of him and looked with concern at his face.
'Why don't you ask him?!' He barked in response and hugged his dog's head to his leg. Since his unfortunately "meeting" with Darren he started appreciated very much Chelsea's appear. Shame you didn't look after me so much earlier. Jerk.
'He doesn't want talk with me.' She replied sadly. 'Besides he's very nervous today and spent in bathroom almost two hours. It looks like he has a date today.'
'I'm impressed. Who's the lucky girl, then?' He asked sarcastically and crossed his arms against chest.
'Don't be so mean to him, Craig. He's not that bad, he has big heart and I'm sure there is many girls who wants to go with him for a date.' She said with dreamy voice. Craig shook his head as he noticed stupidly grin on her face, knowing that she wasn't anymore with him in the same planet.
'Oh, yes. One of them is calling Spike.' He mumbled and rolled his eyes. Steph looked at him questioningly, didn't understand about what he was talking.
'What about Spike?'
'It's...' He hesitated for a moment, thinking intensively about something. 'I guess it's one of Spike's mates. You know the girl with whom Darren is meeting tonight. She was in a black top last night.' He finished quickly, wishing that his sister won't to hear something more about Darren's bird. You're suck liar too.
'Oh, really? I didn't notice her.' She wrinkled her eyebrows and patting fingers on her cheek, definitely wondering about something. John Paul felt how Craig's heart started racing on his chest, his hands become sweat. 'What's her name?' Like Craig supposed it was only introduction to another Steph's hundred question. He looked around the room, trying quickly to think of the name for non-existent girl, when his eyes stopped on Steph's magazine lying on the commode.
'Shakira.' He almost shouted, feeling like the last idiot. Shakira?! I'm sure there is a plenty of typical English names, Craig.
'Like this singer?' She asked surprised, giving her brother odd look.
'Exactly. Spike said she's from Arabia and there Shakira is very popular name.' In English too, I see.
'So she's from Arabia? How is she look?' It was amazing she was still believing in her brother's lie.
'Like Arabic girl? Look, Steph. I didn't look closely at her.' He said and tried to escape from the couch.
'Oh, come on! You had to see her!' She didn't give up. 'Tell me something.'
'Look at Spike and you'll know how she's look.'
'What?!'
'Spike it's her older stepbrother. They're both from Arabia, have short dark hair, the same stupid smirks on the face and love wearing tight clothes!' He shouted, having enough her interrogation. 'Can I go now? I'm tired.'
'I didn't know Spike is from Arabia. He doesn't look like one of them.' She said puzzled, her eyes followed her brother.
'Their dad was Englishman.' Craig added and before she could asked him about something more, he disappeared with Chelsea in his room.
'Now I know why he's so tanned.'
* * *
John Paul was happy. He spent with Craig almost all day, lying next to his body and enjoyed warm and closeness which his body giving him. He even has taken him for a longer walk than always, showing him all neighbourhood, running with him after ball. John Paul could give everything in this moment, only to be a human again. To feel Craig's skin under his fingers, to check how sweet his lips are, to tell him how he understand him and want to spend with him the rest of his life. But...he still was a dog and he only could listen Craig's mumbling and laying next to him with hope that maybe someday they'll meet again and be together without any complication.
It was really amazing day and it'll be even more, if Sarah suddenly didn't show in the flat in short black dress, with reddened eyes. So we have a good day, eh? Why she always has to ruining everything?!
'I heard from Steph that Darren hit you on the face. My poor babe, you look awful!' She cried and sobbed quietly as she wrapped her hands around his neck and hugged to him. John Paul growled quietly, but he quickly stopped as he noticed warning look from Craig. Asshole.
'It's not that bad, Sarah. Can you go away a little? I can't breathe!' She jumped from him out raged, giving him unappreciated glance.
'I can go back to home, if you want.' I don't stop you. You know where the door is.
'No, stay.' He sighed and ran his hands over the face. 'Look, I have really bad day. I didn't want to upset you.' He said quietly and took her hands on his. 'I'm glad you came.' At least there is a one person in this home who wants her here.
'I shouldn't react so impulsive too.' She said and sent him apologetic smile. 'It hurts you much?' No. Get out from him!
'A little.' He shrugged and kissed Sarah on the lips. 'You wanna something to drink?'
'I thought that maybe we'll go for a walk with Chelsea? Maybe then she'll like me.' She suggested. 'And then we could back here and watch something on DVD.' I don't want to spend with you even one minute. It's enough I still have to see you!
'You're not afraid to go with Chelsea for a walk?' Craig asked her surprised.
'Course I'm not! How could I be afraid of such lovely dog? Everybody loves her!'
'Yes, but he didn't bite anybody else.' Craig mumbled and rubbed his neck, unsurely looking at his dog.
'I had to do something wrong, then.' She smiled softly and stretched her hand toward Chelsea. But she quickly took it back as she noticed his white shining teeth.
'If you want of course we can go with Chelsea for a walk.' Craig said unsurely and before John Paul had a chance to escape, Craig grabbed him for a nape and leaded toward the door. I don't want to go, Craig! Fuck off! But he didn't listen his bark, only tied a leash to Chelsea's dog-collar. 'You still want to go for a walk?'
'Yes.' She nodded and with wide smile walked out from the flat together with Craig and Chelsea.
* * *
This walk was a nightmare for John Paul. He has to watch how Sarah was hugging to his Craig, kissing with him when she had an occasion, and non stop listening her twitter. He wasn't sure if he hated more now Sarah or Craig, because this asshole took him for this walk. He should guessed that this day will end like this. Everything was too beautiful to be real.
'Oh, come one Chelsea! Bring a stick!' Craig yelled at him when Sarah fall in a stupid idea to play with a dog, and throw some stick, for which John Paul didn't run and even didn't look at it. If she likes sticks so much, why she doesn't go for it?
'It looks like she's tired.' You don't notice yet, I'm a guy?! 'Maybe we buy something to eat and sit down on the bench?' She suggested and pointed at the nearest bar. 'What do you think about it, hunny?'
'We can't go there with Chelsea.' It's a good time to come back to home.
'So go buy something for us and I'll stay here with Chelsea.' She offered with wide smile. Oh, my God! Don't leave me alone with her! It'll kill me!
'If you want. But don't go with him anywhere, Sarah.'
'We'll wait for you, here.' She said and took a leash from his hand. I hate you Craig. He grinned widely and quickly ran toward the bar, when Sarah stayed alone with a dog, reluctantly looking at him. Don't even dare look at me. 'Why are you attacking me? You don't like my perfume?' I don't like YOU. But you still coming back to us! He pulled her forward, trying to ran away, but Sarah holding firmly the leash and sticking her heels on the ground, so he didn't has any chance with her now.
'Stop it, Chelsea!' She yelled at him, but John Paul didn't give up. 'Stand calmly, you stupid dog!' She shouted angrily and spanked him painfully on the back. He curled up and showed her a teeth, blood boiled in his veins. 'I don't know what Craig sees in you. You're dangerous and stupid.' She mumbled and removed a pocket-mirror from her handbag. She was improving her makeup, when John Paul decided to try again. He pulled her forward with all force and barked happily when Sarah shouted shocked and passively running with him.
'Stop! Chelsea, stop!' She yelled and tried to stopped him, but he was stronger than her and leaded her deeper into park. I show you what I think about you and your hand on my back! 'Chelsea! My shoes! You broke my heel!' So why are you still holding so tightly the leash?!
'I don't let you ran away!' Then I don't have any choice. He ran toward the centre of the park, and in the last moment turned on the left, with a relief hearing how the clamp broke. He heard Sarah's terrified scream and mighty splash when she fall to the pound. 'I'll kill you Chelsea when I get you in my hands!' She yelped. You never can be quiet. He barked and quickly ran back from her, toward the bar. It didn't take him too much time to notice Craig standing completely lost in the park and looking around, in hands holding warm meals for him and his girlfriend. John Paul quickly approached him, waggling happily his tail.
'Chelsea? Where's Sarah?' He looked suspiciously at his dog. 'Don't tell me you again do something her.' I don't say anything. If you forget I can't speak and I think it's really good thing, seeing how the situation is looking now. John Paul squeaked quietly and waggled his tail again. 'Chelsea!' Craig whined and moment later frowned as he noticed a person walking straight ahead toward them. He opened his mouth shocked as the person turned to be Sarah.
'Why are you so wet?' He asked her stupidly as he noticed her soaked clothes, wet hairs and cheeks covered with black mascara.
'I fall to the pound, because of your stupid dog!' She yelled angrily. 'This dog is dangerous!'
'He's not dangerous. It's your fault it happened. I told you to wait here for me and don't go anywhere.' Craig said and quickly regretted it as he noticed her furious look, and she hit him on the arm.
'Jerk!' She barked at him. 'Don't you dare to come to my house. Ever!' She cried angrily and ran away, leaving shocked Craig alone with a dog.
'Oy, come on Sarah! Don't be like this!' Let her go. You don't need this cow. She punched me! 'He didn't want to hurt you! It's only dog!' He yelled and ran after her. No, Craig! He followed his owner, barking over time. Craig turned toward him and waved toward him his clenched fist. 'Go home, Chelsea. I have enough problems on my head!' He yelled and again followed Sarah, leaving Chelsea alone on the street. You again do this to me. You choose her.
* * *
Rhys rolled his eyes as he opened the front door and noticed Chelsea sitting quietly on the doormat. He mumbled something under the breath, but like John Paul thought, he let him come in. He waggled his tail reluctantly and passed by him when he walked toward the stairs.
'I see you're feeling here like at home.' He said irate and turned toward living room. 'Dad, I have enough this dog! Tell Spike to not taking him here! It's not a shelter!' Idiot. John Paul quickly climbed up and walked toward Spike's bedroom. He scratched the door with his paw and patiently wait as the door open.
'What are you doing here, buddy?' Spike asked surprised as he noticed him on the corridor. 'Craig again kicked you out?' John Paul squeaked sadly in response and it was enough for the man. 'Come in, buddy.' John Paul crossed by the threshold, and when his eyes landed on Spike's bed he wanted to kick himself on the ass. Shit! If I know that you have plans I won't come here.
'What is he doing here, Spike?' Darren asked him and raised up to the sitting position.
'I don't know. But I guess you need to ask about it your stepbrother.' Spike replied drily and laid down next to Darren. 'Come on, buddy. There is a place for you too.' Darren sighed disappointed and buttoned up his shirt, feeling that their date just end. John Paul quickly jumped on the bed and laid between their feet, didn't want to ruin their evening completely. Sorry, guys. I really didn't want to do this.
'I'll kick Craig on the ass for this.' Darren said angrily.
'Maybe we watch something on DVD? I should have somewhere this new thriller.' Darren rolled his eyes and crossed his arms against chest when Spike started to searching for a film.
'Maybe I give Chelsea your spaghetti? He looks hungry.' Older man said and reached toward the bowl.
'You wanna to poison him?' Spike asked him amused. 'You know that this spaghetti it's completely disaster.
'Oh, just great! Shame you didn't care about me so much like about him.' He snorted out raged, didn't understand why Spike was laughing.
'I love when you're jealous.' Spike said with cheeky smile and kissed Darren on the neck.
'Sod off, Spike.' He mumbled and moved closer to the man when he wrapped his arm around him.
'You still wanna me to sod off?' He asked amused.
'You found this film?' He pulled back from him, feeling as cheeks starting burning him slightly.
'Yep.' He replied and waved the pack before he headed toward the DVD player.
'Good. At least one thing you do good tonight.' Darren teased him.
'If you didn't come earlier to me and caught my all attention, spaghetti will be perfect.'
'I don't doubt you're an amazing cook.' He rolled his eyes.
'Don't laugh at me. I'll show you how good I am.' He laid back on the bed and tickled Darren.
'I can't wait to see that.' Darren mumbled and took the bowl. 'If Chelsea eat it, it means that this spaghetti isn't that bad as I say.' He gave a dog the bowl and opened a mouth with shock when Chelsea sniffed it and moment later started eating it greedily.
'See? I'm not that bad cook, as you said!' Spike laughed quietly. No, you aren't that bad. It's quiet good, I have to say. He waggled his tail as he felt Darren's hand gently caressing his back. If only Craig could be like you guys.