"Man this is bullshit! Why can't we just chill and play some video games or something?!" Brick just shrugged and continued out the door, slamming it as he left. I stomped my foot and frowned, glaring at the door.
"Dude, this is the third day now, Scooter! Brick is being a major dill weed!" Scooter barked approvingly. I smiled and pet him, sitting down on the couch next to him. I hadn't seen Butch for about five days now, and Brick had started leaving all day.
"He never wants to hang out anymore. Man this just sucks...c'mon Scooter, let's see if I can beat my high score," Loading up the H-Sphere 512, I started up my favorite game: Left 2 Die. In a matter of moments I was assaulted by an endless horde of zombies just ready to have their heads shot off.
"Scooter, I just don't get it. Butch flying off, Brick wandering off...you're the only one who still wants to hang with me, y'know?" Scooter barked and rested his head on my lap, whining any time I was attacked by a super zombie. He began snarling and jumped up, barking at the screen when the Hummer leapt out at me.
"You're right, I shouldn't get mad...I'm just so bored. I miss having Brick around to yell at me for screwing things up, or yelling at me when I make a mess...or yelling at me when I leave the shower running and flood the bathroom," Scooter whined and tried to climb up on the couch next to me again. I grabbed him by the collar I'd gotten him, a black collar with little silver spikes on it, and pulled him up onto the couch. He barked and laid his head back on my lap.
"Aw man, died already? My head just isn't in the game today, buddy...I can't even finish the first campaign..." I dropped the controller and sighed, staring at the bloody 'Game Over' screen. Scooter looked up at me, a worried look on his little mutt face. I smiled and scratched his ears.
"Do you wanna go for a walk, Scooter? Maybe get some burritos or something?" I couldn't resist snickering. Brick had gotten so mad last time Scooter and I had eaten burritos. And he'd almost thrown up. It was fun pissing Brick off, he was funny when he got mad. His cheeks got red and he always narrowed his eyes.
"Let's go Scoots, we're gonna chow down," In no time at all we were in the chilly Fall air, heading for the Ruff bros' favorite fast food place: Enchilada Chime. We landed and I went in. I got the usual discount and brought out a couple of beef burritos and some nachos. Scooter and I sat on the sidewalk, watching a few cars go by while we ate.
"Brick's being all secretive. What do you think he's up to, huh?" Scooter barked and whined until I gave him the rest of my nachos. He gingerly licked my face. I snickered and wrapped my arm around his neck, scratching his side.