Authors Note: Ok, heres the deal. My friend is taking over this story but I'll still post the updates. Enjoy!
I never realized how many animals get treated so badly. I'm sure it's not accidental either. People discard them like there nothing. Maybe they can't pay for food or vet bills, but I don't think that's a good excuse. Animals have feelings to. They need to eat and have shelter to survive just like us humans. It just disgusts me to see animals treated so cruelly. I might become a animal rights activist someday. That is if my music career sinks. It doesn't look like it's going in that direction anytime soon, but if it does, I have a backup plan.
"What's with the.." Tommy paused and studied my neck. "Plastic pendant?" he asked, obviously talking about the piece of jewelry I had chosen to wear. He picked it up, looked at it, then me, and laid it back down on my chest. Hands Mr. Quincy. Watch the hands.
For starters, it wasn't plastic. The dumbass. Second, it was the nearest thing I could find in my room to make my outfit look..unique. I'm a diverse person. This "pendant" brought a whole new meaning to the word funky. I looked down at my skirt. It had Purple and Black stripes running diagonally. At one point I found my head starting to tilt. It was paired with a plain, faded Yellow tank top. Mismatching is what I do best. Plus, it was either the Yellow one or a Cabbage Patch Kids t-shirt from grade Six. On my wrist was my favorite Orange bangle. Chunky style!
"I spent Twenty minutes on the phone last night with my little cousin, long distance I might add, listening to him breath while his mom was in the background yelling 'Say hi! Say hi!', Tommy. I wasted my weekend minutes on the sound of loud panting. So, if you want to discuss my sense of style, you can check back tomorrow when I'm not so touchy and I have a few cups of coffee in me." I said confidently. Everything sort of came out as a huge clash of noises.
Oh, I'm never having kids.
The shelter actually wasn't that bad. Or bad smelling. There were cages and cages of dogs locked up, rooms with random animals (pigs, INSECTS, cats, etc), and they had a huge field in the back with the greenest grass I've ever seen. It's most likely generic. That's another thing I don't get. Why paint your grass Green when you can just let it change colors normally? Fall is right around the corner.
One animal caught my attention though. A huge Golden Retriever Lab mix named Moose. Tommy and him would get along just fine. Tom can't live without Mousse, Hairspray, or Gel. "Where'd you find this one?" I asked, pointing to the cage and walking over to it cautiously. I held out my hand slowly and let him (it was a him, I observed) rub against it. His hair was surprisingly soft.
"Oh him." the man standing beside Tommy said gloomily. His name was apparently John. That's what his little nametag said. "We found him over in the street by Snide Blvd. He's been here about.. around Three months. Nobody wants 'em. Were going to have to..." he stopped to use his pointer finger as a visual as he demonstrated shooting something up his arm. "Soon." he finished with emphasis.
I unconsciencly gasped, still rubbing around the dogs ears. They were going to kill him. I've read about stuff like this in the paper. When a dog in a shelter doesn't find a home within a limited amount of time, they get rid of it. They have to keep the "space" open for the next abandon animal. For some reason, I couldn't let it happen. I didn't want to leave knowing I was leaving behind something that was going to die within the next week.
Tommy was staring at me with an almost admiring gaze. It semi freaked me out. "Can I buy him? Or... adopt?" I asked. Moose didn't look harmful! I'm sure if I brought him home and explained the circumstances to Sades and mom about why I had to take him they would be totally fine with it. Maybe. Rozzy could just get over it.
"Well yes.. But--" John began. I didn't even let him get any further. "I'll take him!" I exclaimed, smiling happily. "Uh, Jude I think you need those couple cups of coffee in you before you make such a drastic decision. You don't want to rush into something then ruin it." Tommy spoke up from the other side of the room. "Including my car.." he said quietly. I heard you!
He doesn't have any feelings, I swear. Here we are talking about an animal who is going to be killed and he is worried about his Viper. Typical. I can't love him. I couldn't possibly love someone who doesn't care about anyone or anything other than himself. Say a few years from now, were married. Whoa! Brain tweak. I didn't just refer me to being married to him did I? Shutting up, now.
"I'll take him." I said sternly, directing the statement to John. He shrugged, came over to open the cage, put a leash on Moose, and walked towards a desk sitting in the right corner of the room. As I fallowed him, I walked right past Tom. Turning to face him, I mouthed, "Don't worry." My eyes big with sincerity. I'm not sure if I was reassuring him or myself that everything was going to be fine. I basically just bought a big ass dog without the permission of my mom. I need to learn to think before I speak. Major.
Then again, I am Seventeen. Eighteen in Four months. I'm sure as hell authorized to make responsible decisions. I'm practically an adult. I've kissed Tom Three times and had a full on make-out with him once. Ok, the first kiss was all me. The second was definitely him. The third was mutual. And as for the make-out.. It wasn't really planned per say. We were in the studio, it was late, and we were both passionately horny! That was a joke. We just got caught up in the moment. That seems to be happening a lot...
It took about Ten minutes to seal the deal. Then we were out the door. Leash in hand. This dog is not just sweet, soft, and adorable. He's also turbo! Once out the door, he pulled me all the way to the other side of the street, up the block, then back again. The whole time, Tommy was laughing like an idiot.
"A little help!" I yelled, flying past him. Holy jumpin jaheebas! My arm is being dislocated from it's socket that's for sure. Moose practically rammed into my leg. That ones gonna leave a bruise. As I ran past Tom for the...oh.. Ninth? time, he grabbed me by the waste and pulled me back. Roughly. I let go of Mooses leash and he took off. Unfortunately, I was more focused on the fact that I had just been pulled on top of Tommy and we were laying there looking like complete losers.
I'm not going to lie. I liked it. I liked it a lot. This is something I have dreamed about. Literally. Only in my dream he was shirtless and had body oil all over his chest. My breathing was heavy, as was his. I wanted to kiss him so bad. It wasn't until after I leveled out my breathing and squeezed my eyes shut tight that I noticed his hands were holding me by the hips. One was running up my back to. Like that's discreet!
His hands were so smooth. I felt them reach my neck and begin to massage it. This is the "caught up in the moment" thing I've been telling you about. And it happens way to often.
"You know, other people are in this park. Your just another couple who needs to keep there private life, private!" an old granny snapped at us from above. This is just simply magical. I looked up at her and gulped. "Oh!" I exclaimed, getting off of him and springing into the air. "I'm sorry." I apologized, smoothing out my clothes. Tom suddenly appeared by my side.
Utter humiliation is a funny thing, huh? We always have little moments in the most random places. Something about timing. I was never good at telling time actually. I almost failed the First grade because I would constantly go around asking my classmates for the answers to the daily "Time Seeker" brain teaser. I wonder if Ms. Vizcarra ever retired.
Back on topic! "You Two seem very happy together, but there are children here dear." the woman continued to scold us. Talk about dejavu. I felt like I was Seven years old again and getting punished for cutting Sadies hair while she was asleep. Geesh. "Yes mam." I nodded respectfully. I noticed how Toms lips were pursed and he was trying extremely hard not to laugh. To tell you the truth, so was I.
The woman nodded once and then turned. "Were not together." I called out, motioning between me and Tommy. She looked back. "Me and him. Were not a...couple." I said slowly. A mischievous smile played upon her thin lips. "Right, honey." she winked. My face scrunched. Shocked much?