Special Shout-Out's:
To my Readers, Twilighter's, and Facebook girls.... thank you for everything. ILY.
To Jazz Girl (Caryn), my Beta -- you're so amazing with this multi-tasking!! We thank you for it!
To SuzyQ (Suzi) -- This is YOUR BABY!! We talked this up with out late night IM chats, but you wrote the majority of Spendor, and I put in a few more of Edward's thoughts and scenarios... and together, this is more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. I loved it so damn much, it had to be posted as an actual outtake. Thank you for giving Spendor a voice to go along with my Edward. You nailed it right on the head. It's GREAT! The best mix of heartache and hilarity! Bravo!
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Special A/N from our guest co-writer, SuzyQ: Hi Everyone. Just a quick note. I promise not to ramble on too long. Ang (AngelAtTwilight), thanks for giving me this chance and believing that I could write more than snarky comments on your thread. You are truly a gifted author and a great friend. Jazz Girl (Caryn), thanks for making things pretty and having a better spell check program than me. And finally, to Steph (EdwardsBloodType)...Steph, thank you so much for being you and making me laugh everyday. You are more than a BFF, you are the sister I never had. I can't tell you how much you mean to me. Thanks for giving me the encouragement to try this and to have the courage to send it on to Ang.
THESE OUTTAKES WILL NOT BE IN ORDER OF SEQUENCE. It's whatever comes to me at the time.
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Outtake 5: Something Beautiful.
Edward purchases two dogs to fill in the holes of his loneliness. He has them to talk to when he can't talk to anybody else.
But someone else wants to do some talking too... ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is Twilight or Stephenie Meyer related.
"You want somebody, just anybody,
to bring some peace on your soul tonight.
You want a reason, to keep believin',
that someday, you're gonna see the light.
You want somebody, just anybody,
to lay their hands on your soul tonight.
You want a reason, to keep believin',
that someday, you're gonna see the light.
...'Cause you're desperate."
David Archuleta, "Desperate"
Outtake 5: Something Beautiful
SpendorPOV
It's raining. Again. Imagine that.
I hear I'm going home today. Home. I wonder what that's going to be like. I hope it's dry. I hate being wet, and smelly. Smelly and wet. No one likes a smelly wet dog.
I hear some hot shot, young doctor put a request in for me a while ago. His mom is friends with Aro, my breeder. Yeah, it's good to be wanted. But, then again, who wouldn't want me? I'm cool, I'm hip. Good looking, even if I say so myself. Been told I look like a vampire puppy, whatever the hell that means. I'm the "it" thing at the moment. That's why I cost a small fortune. But hey, I'm worth it. Plus, if he's got the cash, then so be it.
Well, well. What do we have here? Doesn't he think he's all that and a bag of chips? Cocky. Check. Confident. Check. Handsome. Double check. The look in his eyes though… sad … broken. I may be young, but I can read people. I'm a dog. Man's best friend and all that shit. This guy, well he's hiding something. Pretty good at it too. My guess is he's been doing it for a while now.
Ok buddy, pay Aro and let's get the fuck out of Dodge. I have a feeling things are going to get interesting
The ride home. Let's say that was, hmm, exciting. This guy drives like a maniac. I think I'm going to puke. Slow down, Buddy. Where's the fire?
Awe, man . Don't tell me we live here. It's a damn apartment building. I piss on trees, in case you haven't noticed. I don't see any trees here. Where's the back yard? The picket fence? At least give me a fucking fire hydrant.
Ohhhh no. Not an elevator. We're going up, up, up. Further from the trees and the hydrants. What have I gotten myself into? Aro, you owe me. Big
Well, damn. Would you look at this place? Spacious, hard wood floors… Italian leather sofa. Can't wait to sink my teeth into that. Lots of windows to stick my nose ….well well well.
Speaking of somewhere to stick my nose. What do we have here? Hello, Baby. What's your name? Cora? Cora Corona. Turn around here, baby. Let me sniff that fine ass. Aren't you the pristine one? All virginal and white and shit. You are one hot bitch. Let me introduce myself.-
Wait. I don't even know my name yet. Hey, Buddy! Whats my name?
Yo, Buddy. I need a name. Excuse me. Remember me? You just spent a shit load of cash, the least you could do is give me a name. Maybe if I piss on his shoes he'd call me something. I know what, I'll chew on these things over here. Oh wait, there's Cora again. Oh baby, yeah I'd hit that. She's fine.
Hey! A ball! A fucking ball! Maybe it won't be so bad here after all.
Buddy started calling out, "Spendor.. Spendor? Come here little guy. Do you like it here? This is where I live, well... where we all do. Me, you, your sister, and your Aunt Alice. You'll meet her soon. She's not home yet. She's my best friend. Kinda spastic, but you'll get used to her. You'll like it here."
Is he talking to me? Spendor? Spendor? What the fuck kind of name is Spendor? What is a "Spendor?"
I guess I'm a Spendor. Spendor Jameson. Yeah, I told you this was going to get interesting.
Oh well, I guess I'll roll with it. Buddy-boy here doesn't seem too bad.
Troubled and sad, but not bad.
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OK. So who's this short-haired chick and why is she all like… fluttery? Uh oh, bad vibe. She's not liking the idea of me. I can tell.
You call that a petting? Come on! Rub me behind the ears… under my chin or something. Here. I'll roll over.
I have a feeling that we are not going to be the best of friends. She seems pretty possessive of Buddy-boy there, and I don't like to share. She needs to know he's mine.
The days here are fascinating to say the least. The fluttery, bouncy chick. Well, she hasn't really warmed up to me. Something about getting up on the furniture and the fact that I ate her $140.00 bra from La Perla. Yeah, whatever. Don't leave it on the floor.
Cora is here with me during the day. She's a good girl. BUT NO FUN!
She sits and waits for Buddy to come home from wherever it is that he goes.
Sometimes he's gone for a really long time. Some guy comes and takes us out and plays ball with me.
Cora likes to lie in the sun. Diva.
Buddy always leaves him an envelope with something in it. Must be good, he always smiles when he opens it.
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Buddy still looks sad. I'm worried about him. His eyes are still so empty
He rubbed my head, "Hey little guy. How's my boy doing?" He looked around, "Where's Daddy's little girl? Cora? There you are... Hi sweetie... Were you both good today? Did you go outside with Tommy? I'm sorry I've been gone so long. It was busy today at the hospital. I guess I don't mind too much, it keeps me occupied for awhile."
He smirked, then shook his head, "Guess what? I was able to deliver a baby today. It was the most amazing thing ever. Wanna know a secret? I'd never tell any of my guy friends, because I know they'd all call me a pussy, but... I've always wanted to have a little boy of my own. Someone to play with, to love."
He exhaled, shaking his head, "But, that's never going to happen. She's gone. The only one I would ever want a baby with. She's the only one I ever talked to about having kids one day." Buddy sighed and switched subjects, just as he always did, "So, what are we going to do tonight? Alice has a date for once, so I guess we are on our own. Who wants to go for a walk, huh? Let me get my shoes on and we'll go up to the roof garden. Then we can come back and relax on the couch, maybe watch a movie. How's that sound? Come on babies, let's go."
I ask Cora what was up with Buddy. She ignores me as usual. Bitch.
Who needs her and her fine fury ass? She's as bad as the fluttery one. I chewed the beak off some stupid penguin toy that was hers and now I get the silent treatment. Geez. Excuse me.
Shouldn't have left it on the floor.
It's not like he didn't buy her another one.
Besides, I would let her chew my rope.
Yeah. Whatever.
*&*#!#$^%$^
Buddy's in a bad place tonight.
He needs us.
He's been talking non-stop to himself. Just sits on that chair, pulls his hands through his hair, rubs his face, and talks. He looks so lost.
Cora's on his lap. It looks like she's sleeping but I know she's not. This is her way of being there for him.
Hey Buddy! Here's my ball. The ball. Throw the ball. Please. Please just throw the fucking ball. Do something, anything. Oh man. Why's he crying? Damn. It's going to be a long night.
He was on the phone, anger spurting from his ears, "Because Tanya. I'm not in the mood for company. Don't push. Please, just don't push... No, Alice isn't here. No one else is here! Jesus. What do you want from me? Oh come on! I never... It's been almost four years, get over it already. Don't bring her up. Do. Not. Bring. Her. Up... Don't tell me to get over it. Maybe I don't want to get over it!"
He scoffed, jerking his head back and staring into the receiver, "Fuck me? No, Tanya. Fuck. You."
Oh, no. What's he doing? Buddy? Buddy? Shit! Don't throw that.
I can't fucking chase a phone.
Well I guess I could but I got yelled at for eating the remote. I don't think a phone is too much different.
...Here comes the sad music. Again.
Next it will be the booze. Yep, there it is. Right on target.
Damn I'm good.
OK. He's calming down . Boy, he's got some kind of temper.
The blonde, plastic chic really pissed him off this time. I don't like her. She smells funny. And she's mean.
The fluttery one, she's not mean. Not too friendly but definitely not mean.
This one, well, she's just plain nasty. Vicious to the core.
She wasn't too happy when I shit on her purse. Something about a $500 Dolce and Gabbana original.
Shouldn't have left it on the floor.
Yeah, whatever.
Did I mention she smells funny?
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Buddy entered the kitchen in the morning, his face looking a bit brighter than the previous week, "Hey little guy. Where's your sister? Cora!! What ya got there? Your rope? Wanna play, huh? Give me that rope! Oh!! Did you just growl at me? Aren't you a little shit. Give me that rope!!"
He laughed, pushing her backward to play, "Hey Miss Cora. Get 'guinny. Where's your penguin? Get your 'guinny. Guess what pups? It snowed. Wanna play in the snow?"
He whistled for us, putting on his jacket and tapping his leg. He leashed us up. We quickly followed him out, down the elevator, and out of the building.
Buddy took a long look around, watching the white drops fall, "Beautiful and I used to play in the snow when we were younger. She loved to make snow angels and catch the flakes on her tongue. She was so funny. We would get all bundled up and go for a walk...We talked about everything..."
Hey Buddy!! What's this white stuff on the ground? Snow? Is that what Buddy called it, Cora? It's kinda fun. Wet and cold but fun. I never liked getting wet. Now, it's not too bad.
He smiled sadly, watching Cora pounce around in it, "God, I loved her. I should have told her then. Why did I listen to everyone else? They didn't know how I felt. They still have no damn clue."
He bent forward, patting me on my head, "I miss her more and more every day, Spendor... It's not getting any easier. I'm lying to everyone, even myself. But I cannot lie to either of you. You guys see right through me, and I know it. Fuck. Why isn't it any easier?"
When we're done outside Buddy would give us a bath. Then he'd use some air thing to dry us. It feels good. Warm.
Then he'd spray this stuff on Cora. It's nice. She doesn't smell like a dog when he uses that. Says it reminds him of someone beautiful.
Sometimes I catch him spraying it on his shirt or the bed he sleeps in. I like the way it smells.
The plastic chick, yeah, she fucking freaks out when she smells it. Starts yelling at Buddy, something about a bell.
What the fuck does a bell have to do with anything?
I don't like it when she does that. It makes Cora upset. She runs and hides, shakes a lot.
It just makes me want to shit on plastic's purse. Again. It's probably a fake anyway.
Shouldn't leave it on the floor.
You would think she would learn.
Yeah, whatever.
Did I mention she still smells funny?
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A couple weeks past and some more snow fell. Then the rain wouldn't stop. Every fucking day. It was dark and grey and just miserable.
Cora and I couldn't go outside to play with Tommy .We ran out, did what we had to do, and came right back in.
The fluttery one, well she fluttered around the apartment. Changing things around, talking about some kind of colorful tree she planned on putting by the window. A tree? Did she say a tree in the house? Fan-fucking-tastic. I knew I loved this woman. Remind me to stop eating her shit. Remind her to stop leaving in on the floor. Yeah. Whatever.
Buddy got sadder by the day. When he wasn't working, he lay in his bed, with Cora by his side. He would spray her with the good smelling stuff every couple of days. Tell her she was almost beautiful, and that she was the only living creature in the world that would ever hear him say that word.
The plastic smelly chic came over. Buddy kicked us out of his room. I don't know what they were doing in there, but whatever it was, it sure sounded funny.
They finally came out and she was all whiny and shit, yelling at Buddy to let her stay here tonight. With us. That was our queue. We ran past her and hopped up onto the bed.
Buddy closed the door in her face, pulled Cora close to him, and I snuggled up behind him. A Buddy sandwich. He needed us.
Something hard hit the door, then bitch stormed back in, huffing and puffing, hands on her hips, "You can't live like this, Edward. I will not be your second choice."
Her face turned sour, and she scoffed, "I can smell her cheap perfume, even! It's all over your bed! What do you do, bathe that fucking dog in it? You're pathetic. You know that? Pa-the-tic."
Buddy didn't even uncover his face, "Go away Tanya. Just go the fuck away. Leave me alone. You're services are no longer required here."
He scoffed, growing angrier, "And for your information, it's not some 'cheap perfume.' Its fucking Diamonds Intense by Armani, and it's seventy dollars a fucking ounce. And you know what else? I would rather spray it on my fucking dog than ever smell it on you. Go back to Wal-Mart and buy that bug spray you wear. Get the fuck out. Before I throw you out."
I growled as she stormed out.
Hah! You tell her Buddy!
Bug spray.
I knew she smelled funny.
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Buddy would hum to himself, and talk about a beautiful girl with long dark hair, and eyes so deep that your heart skipped a beat whenever she looked at you. He would tell us stories about walking around in the forest, eating lunch together at school, rides on a Ferris wheel in Port Angeles, and making out on the beach whenever they snuck away.
He would play his guitar and sing, talk about what a good man his friend Charlie was and how much he missed him. He'd write songs for the girl.
One night, he was really down. I wasn't sure what was going on with him, but this was worse than ever before.
He opened a drawer at the bottom of a table next to the bed, and pulled a square from inside it. The square was weird. You could see yourself in it.
He sniffed, his eyes red and puffy, while he played with the small plastic thing in his hand, twirled it in his fingers. Studying it.
It was a tiny bag with writing on it. He would look at it and for some reason it made him shake.
I couldn't help it. It made me nervous.
I let out a small whimper.
Come on Buddy. Look at me. I don't know what that shit is, but I can tell it's bad news.
"I have to forget," he whispered, rubbing his face against the back of his arm. "I'm sorry..."
BARK! Cora! Cora! Come here! BARK!
"She's out of my life... I pushed her away, dammit. She's fucking gone."
Cora ran to my side.
Help me! Help him. BARK! Jump up on the bed ! BARK! That's it...
Before Buddy opened the bag, he popped his head up, looking over at us. Guilt was written all over his face.
It's working!
Cora! Lay next to him and I'll sniff his ears. That makes him smile.
Nose his hand. Make him pet you. BARK! BARK!
Buddy finally broke into tears and pushed the shit away. I watched as the unopened baggie toppled onto the floor.
He was shaking and crying, and rocking back and forth. Broken again.
Cora moved into his lap. He hugged her so tight to him that I thought she was going to pop. She didn't seem to mind. She loved him very much.
I was at his side. One of his hands ran through my thick fur. He was still sobbing.
He needed us.
And we brought him back.
He exhaled, and finally spoke once he calmed down, "What would I do without my pups? Hmm? You guys are the only reason I get up some days..."
He wiped his nose with the back of his hand, then began to pet me again, "I saw her today. She didn't see me though. God, she was beautiful... She was at the mall, in the food court, having lunch with her sister. She must have been Christmas shopping or something..."
He shook his head, clearing his throat, "I'm such a fucking coward. I stood in the corner and just stared at her. Like a damn stalker. But I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was stunning, sitting there, laughing at something Rose had said... When they got up to leave, I could have sworn she knew that I was there. She stopped and turned. I could feel her eyes on me... I froze solid."
He sighed, scoffing, "Then she shook her head and kept walking. Right out of my life. Again."
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The fluttery one had been running around all day. It's was busy here at Casa de Buddy.
She's been stuffing all of hers and Buddy's clothes into big box-like things with wheels on them.
She was throwing food away.
What the hell! Help a brother out! Drop the cheese. Drop. The. Cheese.
She kept saying something about expiration dates and not being good when they get back.
Wait. Get Back. Get back? What the fuck?
Buddy was talking to Tommy a lot about me and Cora. Showing him where our food is.
Where's Buddy going? The fluttery one must be going too. Wait. Who's going to take care of him? He's ours!
The big, colorful tree was stripped of it's lights. It came down.
Oh man. What if I have to piss?
Hey! I got my window back
The friendly giant was here today. Broad shoulders. Smiles a lot.
He's an alright kinda guy. A little loud, but otherwise OK. He'll play with me and Cora. He'll throw her penguin and play tug-of-war with me.
Plus, he has an endless supply of these crunchy orange snacks in a big bag. I don't know what they are but man-oh-man they are goo-ood.
He's talking to the fluttery one about getting Buddy out of the house. Says he's been in here for the past couple days straight.
It was true. We'd lie in bed then move to the couch. He'd get something to drink. Kept telling Cora it was in her honor since her name is on the bottle. Something about Corona.
He let her try it one time. She made the funniest noise and just shook her head back and forth. Buddy explained to her that it was an acquired taste.
I snuck a taste once too. Shouldn't have left the bottle on the floor.
Yeah. Whatever.
The friendly giant and the fluttery one decided to pow-wow and then they both told Buddy that he needed to get out of the house. Buddy said he was old enough to make his own choices. Then he yelled at the giant about getting food on his furniture. Fluttery told him he needed a shower. Thank God. He was starting to smell kinda funny.
The friendly giant left the orange snacks. What a guy!
I promptly stuck my head in the bag and chowed down.
Shouldn't have left them on the floor.
Yeah. Whatever.
As Buddy was rummaging in his bedroom, we were beckoned, "Spendor! Cora! Come here pups! ...Hey guys, we need to talk. Aunt Alice and I are going away for a little while, up to a cabin in Colorado. We're leaving tomorrow. I wish I could take you guys with us... But, there's going to be a lot of people there and a lot of shit is going to go down. Beautiful is going. I'm not sure if I'm exactly looking forward to it or not... Well, I am, but I'm not. I don't know what's going on in her life anymore."
He exhaled, "It will be the first time in almost four years that we have spent any time together. I don't think she knows I'm going. She's going to be pissed though."
Smirking, he shook his head, "I've got to tell you guys a secret though. She's so fucking pretty when she's got fire and flames in her eyes... It's almost worth pissing her off just to see it."
He tugged on the red towel Cora found, "I think she'll be there tonight too at the club. Thank fucking God that Tanya's not going to be there. I do not need to deal with that tonight on top of everything else. My plan is to keep a low profile, steer clear."
He came back shortly with a bottle in his hand, and kissed the top of my head, "Tonight is in your honor, Spendor Jameson. My plan also includes drinkin my weight in Jameson Irish Whiskey... To get so fucking drunk that I cannot remember my own name, let alone her's..."
He smirked, kissing Cora's head next, "Cora, don't be sad baby. I've had enough Corona's the past few days to put a hurting on the city's supply. It's only fair to give Spendor his turn. Right?"
"Anyway, Tommy will be here to take care of you when I leave tomorrow. He loves you guys almost as much as I do. Please be good for him. OK? I'll bring you guys back something beautiful. I promise."
Buddy and the friendly giant were outside on the balcony for a while before he climbed into the shower. The fluttery one kept yelling at the giant for something. Boy for being small, they really stay clear of her when she's pissed. I feel your pain, friend giant. I have been on the receiving end of that wrath. It's not pretty. At least you didn't eat her bra. Did you? I could show you where she keeps them...
Buddy, the fluttery one, and the friendly giant all together. Buddy looked…scared. His eyes were like saucers.
I hope he has a good time. He needs to laugh. Its been so long since I've heard him laugh. He works so hard.
The plastic bitch constantly gives him a hard time. He needs to seriously think about getting some new tail. One that smells better.
I walked over to my window. It was nice to be able to look out again but I'll miss pissing on that tree. I never thought I would like looking at the tops of trees instead of the trunk, but living here with Buddy, well, it was worth it. He loves me and Cora. He takes good care of us. And in return…we take care of him and don't ask any questions. Maybe he likes it that way.
I slept for most of the day. Cora wasn't in the mood to play.
By the look and the sound of it, Buddy accomplished what he set out to do with the whole drink-my-weight in whiskey plan. He bitched at plastic, something about a pocket, and she was left in the hallway.
Fluttery and Giant helped him into the bathroom for a shower.
Man, I thought Plastic smelled bad. What the fuck did he roll in? What's wrong with him?
There's a huge red mark across his face and he's talking about a bell again. What's with these people and bells?
Giant took off. Fluttery closed the door to the bathroom, and they were in there a while. Eventually, they emerged, and she helped him get into bed and crawled in next to him. Her clothed, him nude. Kept rubbing his head.
I know she's not real hip with us fur-babies, but she's a good friend to Buddy... He seems to like having her around.
I watched as he threw his arm around her and pulled her to him, nuzzling his face into her arm, while Cora and I lay silent on the end of the bed.
Sometimes I can hear her crying at night too... I wonder what she needs to make her happy? Is it a friend, like Buddy? Or is it something else?
There's not a lot of room with all of us here in the bed, but everyone finally gets comfortable.
Buddy kept talking about bells until he finally settled down and fell asleep.
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This was it. He was about to leave.
Once they were done being stir-crazy, running around, taking things out of the house, he finally knelt before us, sadness in his eyes.
"Come on, Edward. Get your fine ass moving. We're going to be late. You really did a number on yourself last night. Geez. Don't ya think it would have been smart to let the rest of us in on your little plan to give yourself alcohol poisoning?" The fluttery one scoffed, hands on hips, "Don't give me that look, mister. You brought this on all by yourself. There's a hoody, put it on. Don't make me get Em to drag you out of here, because you know I'll do it. We're la-"
"Jesus Alice. Shut the fuck up, will you please? Leave me be for a second. I need some time with my pups before we go."
"They're dogs. They'll be fine Edward. Tommy will take g-"
"They're my babies. Leave."
She stormed out, huffing to the giant one.
Buddy slapped his hand on the mattress, signaling me to join him. He snapped his fingers and Cora, the brown nose that she is, came running. She skidded halfway across the bedroom floor. Jesus. She never comes that fast when I call her.
I was lying on one side in the crease of his arm, and Cora was laying on the other, with her head on his chest.
He kissed Cora and scratched my neck. He had that look in his eyes again. Empty. Broken. Lost.
We settled in and did the only thing we could to help him. We listened. Like always.
"Well guys," he scoffed, voice hoarse, as he adjusted the sunglasses on the top of his head. "She was there last night, and she looked beautiful. Fuck my life. She had on this green top and tight jeans. She was wearing high heels. Fucking high heels. I remember a time when she was afraid to wear high heels... We were going to dinner with my parents, I think it was for a hospital benefit or some shit. She could barely walk. She made me promise to never leave her side for fear that she would topple over..."
He smirked, tilting his head to Cora, "She didn't topple last night, that's for damn sure. Even after she slapped me. Yeah, she slapped me. Can you believe that, Spendor? Right across the fucking face. And you know what? The sad, disgusting, disturbing thing is, I would probably let her do it again. I finally felt something. I mean, the minute her hand landed on my cheek, it was there. The same fucking sensation that used to come over me every time our skin met. It hasn't changed nor left. I haven't forgotten about it. It was there, and for a second... she was mine again."
"She showed up with a surfer looking, blonde frat boy. You don't know how bad I wanted to fuck him up when I saw him. It was awful. Oh, and of course, Jacob 'if you'll be my bodyguard, I'll be your long lost pal' Black was there. Running to her rescue like some damn savior. What a fucking dick. Thinking he's God's gift to earth. He needs a good ass whooping. I've done it once, I won't hesitate to do it again. He's lucky Bella stepped in between us..."
"Em, being a traitor best friend suddenly, called fucking T-scank. Why? I have no fucking clue."
I growled at him. Fucking plastic.
"I know, I need to get rid of her. I'm working on it. It's just hard, I don't want to be alone..."
He sighed, "Anyway, she pushed her way right between us, calling me Eddie and shit. Fuck, I hate that and she knows it. I thought Beauty was going to rip her head off. I would have laughed if it was happening to anyone else but me. It was like a scene straight off of afternoon TV... All we needed was Jerry Springer and a midget. Oh and a DNA test..."
He sighed, all jokes aside, "But I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. I was stunned about what she said to me. She hadn't moved on, who was she kidding? She was still angry with me. And that made me angry, because she lied to me on the fucking phone that night... But... it also excited me too. So I stood there and thought about how lucky I was to be so close to her again. God, I hate her for what her memory has done to me. But, I think I would have died without them... I'm a fucking pussy. What the fuck is wrong with me? She showed up with a guy last night. She said she was going to move on, all because she saw Tanya with me. If she only knew the truth... She told me she was moving on. Why can't I?"
He looked around the room, frowning. "Well, I should get dressed. I want you guys to be good. OK? I'll miss you both. Cora, don't let me forget to give you a spray before I go, if for nothing else than to piss off T-skank when we all get back. Really sucks that I can't leave her here... But you know me. I hate to be alone... Guess that means I owe her another fake apology."
Buddy finally got up and threw the hoodie on over his shirt. Cora and I laid on the bed watching still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Giant and Fluttery had come and collected the rolling boxes. They both yelled at Buddy to hurry the fuck up.
He grabbed the small crystal bottle out of the bottom of his night stand and lightly sprayed Cora. He whispered something about almost being beautiful, and then he was gone.
I ran to my window and watched them go downstairs, discuss things, and then eventually, drive away.
Cora came over and stood next to me with her penguin in her mouth.
I grabbed my rope and we both lay down to wait for his return.
"There's a change coming Spendor. Something big. He's going to break. He can't take much more of this."
Did she just talk to me?
Well, I'll be God damned.
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We lay there for what seemed like forever.
Tommy came and visited us all of the time, to take us out and to play. But when he left, we always found ourselves in front of the window looking at the tops of the trees and the shiny buildings.
He always made sure we had fresh food and cold water. Neither one of us had much of an appetite. Sometimes he would take us downstairs with him to watch the people make their way in and out of the building.
I kept watching for Buddy. I missed him. I know Cora does too.
She cried a lot the night it rained real hard. Said she was scared. She was shaking and lying in the big, empty bed.
I grabbed one of Buddy's T-shirts and drug it up to her.
Maybe that would make her feel better.
I hope he's not mad.
Shouldn't have left it on the floor.
Yeah. Whatever.
*&*#!#$^%$^
A couple weeks later, Tommy had settled us in for the night.
Cora had made a habit out of sleeping on Buddy's shirt.
I still lay in front of my window. Watching.
That's what I do. Watch and wait.
Pretty soon, a key turned in the door. It startled me, since I figured we wouldn't see Tommy until tomorrow evening.
I didn't bother getting up. I figured he must have forgotten something.
Cora started running around in circles on top of the bed. She was bouncing. Bouncing and barking.
Jesus, woman. Settle down. Real dogs don't bounce when they bark.
What has gotten into her?
I figured I might as well get up and investigate, since I'm the man of the house.
Wait, what's that smell? Did Cora figure out how to use the bottle?
Wait! There it is again.
That smells like Buddy! Buddy! You're home! Buddy! Buddy! Buddy!
Wait. Back up the train.
What do we have here? Long dark hair. Check. Possible soul searching eyes... I'd be able to tell if they weren't closed. Oh well. I'll give it a check. Beautiful. Double check
Buddy made his way into the living room, and I jumped onto the couch, trying to get a better look at the mystery girl.
"Spendor, off the couch," he whispered, and gently lay the girl where I just was. "You know better. Alice will have your ass. I know you're excited to see me. Where's your sister, huh? Where's Cora?"
I whimpered, sniffing the person. I knew that smell! I knew that smell!
I watched as he bent over her and woke her up. He was gentle with his actions toward her... not like how he was with other women. She was different, yes... Definitely different.
He liked her.
No, no, maybe more than that.
They had a quiet conversation.
And her voice... it was so sweet. So soft! And those eyes! They were the soul searching eyes!
Wait. Was this...
There was something familiar with this girl. I just couldn't place it yet.
Suddenly, she snapped up, and and I thought she was going to act like the plastic girl for a second.
Just in case, I hid beneath the coffee table.
She started fumbling over her words, talking to him about where we lived. It was strange. She didn't frighten me. She was quite amusing, however, with her rant antics.
Eventually she calmed down, and he pulled her into him, hugging her tight.
They muttered a few words, and then the doorbell rang. Buddy went and met Tommy there.
Now was my chance to introduce myself to her. I charged at her, unable to control myself. It was as if I was being drawn to her.
She squealed, squatting down to meet me.
I tried to be cool. I tried to keep it on the down-low, be laid back.
She looked too sweet. I couldn't.
I panted, losing control and sliding to her.
"Hey boy!" She giggled, scooping me up in her arms, "How are you?"
I panted, licking all over her face. I knocked her over, jumping and lapping at her. I liked her. I really liked her.
She giggled, falling back on the ground as I continued a friendly, welcoming assault.
Oooh, I like you, you taste sweet. Mmm. Is that strawberries and cream? Maybe some cinnamon? Mmm, but you smell like cookies and rainbows and home! Mmm, mm, mm! Don't make me stop, don't make me stop!
"Say hi," Buddy laughed as he jogged back over, quickly laying white towels and robes on a chair. He bent forward, picking me off of her chest.
I quickly licked Buddy on his neck, showing him that I was glad he was back, "Bella, this is Spendor Jameson. He's a full-blooded, Miniature Siberian husky. He's three months old. I just got him before this trip."
Bella? Bella?
Now I get all the talk about bells.
"He's a miniature?! I didn't know they existed!" she exclaimed.
"They do. Sometimes they're confused with Alaskan Miniature Husky, or an Alaskan Klee Kai. But they do exist, as he does."
He grinned at her. A funny lopsided grin I hadn't seen before on his face. It looked good there.
"How much will he weigh when he's full grown?"
"Probably about 30-35 pounds."
"Wow. He's so cute!" She squealed, leaning over to pet me. "He reminds me of that dog, 'Bolt'. I love him so much!"
Hey girl. I love you too.
I don't like a lot of women -- actually, no women -- but you're fine as hell. And so tender. You'll be my first woman. How's that sound?
I took turns licking from Buddy's neck to her cheek, causing then both to laugh.
"He loves you too."
"Oh my goodness, you're adorable!" She cooed at me, stealing me from Buddy's arms. "Come here."
Gladly. I will happily come to you.
I want to stay with you forever. You smell so damn good! Do you know how to fetch?
Buddy laughed, tossing his arm around her and me, "I have another dog. Would you like to see her?"
"Yes, I would."
"She's most likely around my bed. She sleeps there when I'm not home... Waits for me."
That's because she's a brown-noser.
"Aww, I'm jealous," she teased, nudging his arm.
I scoffed. Cora's a bitch.
Once he opened the door, she took in the room that was ours as much as it was his. Her pretty eyes were wide, as she joked about him being a bachelor.
Like clockwork, he snapped his fingers, and Miss Priss's head popped up. She became excited as soon as she saw Buddy, and scrambled up on top of the bed, and off the other end, toward the three of us.
Hey! Cora! I was here first. Back off. See me? In her arms.
FIRST!
Ownage! Ha ha!
She jumped and yelped at Buddy's legs, until he reached down for her and picked her up, groaning, "Bella, this is Cora Corona."
"Hi baby!" She said, petting her soft fur. "She's beautiful!"
Pay attention to me.
"She's a four month old, Alaskan Malamute."
Cora gloated, licking Buddy's face. Whore.
"You love Alaskan dogs, huh?"
Yes. He loves her, you can love me.
"They're the best when you live close to Canada. Cold weather, and all."
"Yeah," she smiled, as Cora and I fought for ownership of her face. "They're beautiful, where did you get them?"
"It took me two months to find Spendor. He's rare, so I actually had my mother put in a call to her friend, Aro, who breeds them. He kept him for me. And Miss Corona was adopted. The previous owners put an ad in the paper, saying that if no one could take care of her, she was going to the ...you know where... and I wasn't having that. She's amazingly well-trained. Very smart. While Spendor is... ornery."
"They're amazing. They love you very much."
We do.
He smiled, pulling me from her arms. I was pissed when he put me on the floor. I wanted back up there.
"They're good dogs."
"Well... that means they have a good daddy."
Instantly, his hand went to her stomach, and he curled his fingers behind the waistband of her jeans, brushing his knuckles along her skin lightly. She bit her lip.
It was quite cute. I wanted to bite her lip too.
"We're gonna be okay," he whispered, watching his hand breeze across her stomach.
She gripped his biceps, and took a deep breath, "I know we are."
After they unloaded their stuff, she went inside the bathroom and closed the door.
Buddy sat on the bed with us, smiling. It felt good to see him smile.
In fact, I'm not sure I have ever seen him smile like this.
I didn't want that expression to go away ever again.
"See?" He whispered into my ear, rubbing my back, "I told you guys I would bring you back something beautiful. Didn't I?"
Fuck yes, you did. She was the bell!
When she rejoined us, she knelt on the floor, where I was currently laying.
I decided to finally show her how cool I can be, since I didn't want to give her the wrong impression, and climbed up on her lap.
I couldn't help myself. She smelled like everything Buddy described his dream girl was... That's when I knew.
She was her. He found her again!
I rolled over, and she rubbed my belly and giggled. I loved her laugh.
I was growing attached, quick. Oh no...
Buddy was laying on his stomach on the bed with Miss Priss, when he saw me scooping in on his woman.
He tried to get me off of her. She smacked his hand away.
That right.
Mine.
She's mine.
Shouldn't have left her on the floor.
Yeah. Whatever.
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