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I told momma that I couldn't pick her up. It wasn't the truth, but it wasn't a lie. I decided to walk. My only other alternative was taking the bus, and the last time I did that, I ended up practically sitting in a homeless man's lap. I'd rather take the risk of walking. I showed up at the house way earlier than her. It gave me time to walk around and see what was up. My 'mom's boss sure had a lot of collectables. I guess it wasn't as many as you would expect from someone so rich, but there sure were a lot.

I maneuvered my way down the hallway, making sure not to touch absolutely anything. I didn't even want to touch the walls. It was like everything was made of lava. I smiled a little to myself. I used to play that game with dad. I still remember every little thing that I did with them that I probably won't ever do again.

Cooper yipped at me from his little doggy bed. I guess he was kind of cute. I honestly didn't like little dogs very much. It was like they needed to bark at every single thing that was bigger than them. But Cooper… I guess he was decently well behaved. I sat down next to him and he immediately rolled over onto his back. I giggled and ran my hand across his belly in different patterns. I patted his stomach and stood up, walking to the other side of the room.

Elvis's guitar. That must've cost an absolute fortune. I placed my hands around it like a mime. I wasn't touching it. I was just thinking that if even the feel of my breath made it fall, I could catch it. I was self-conscious of this place. I was a terrible person to dog-sit Cooper. Cooper's the only thing here that I'm not afraid to go near.

I sat down on the couch much more gently than I do at my house. I refuse to call it my home. Cooper pranced over to me and hopped up on the furniture.

I panicked a little. "Oh, are you allowed up here, pup?" I asked like he would answer.

He licked my hand as I felt my heart melt a little. "Well, just… C'mere." I pulled him onto my lap so he wasn't really on the furniture. I guess I couldn't get in too much trouble.

He squirmed around in my arms and licked my face. "Aw…"

"Cat! Yo, Cat!" I heard her yell.

I looked down at Cooper. "Ooh, it's… Jade…" I corrected myself mentally. "In here!" I called out to her. I focused my attention back down at Cooper. "Jade seems really mean, but don't worry… She is."

I kissed the top of his head. He really was cute.

"Hey," she greeted coolly, looking around the main room.

"Hi!" I responded joyfully. I was really happy to spend some time with her, even if I was a little afraid of being here. "Say hello, Cooper!" I held him up in my arms. "Hello," I said for him, waving his paw.

"Sick place," she complimented. "Your mom's boss must be like a bazillionaire," she said as she walked around.

"He is!" I confirmed. "He owns a really fancy car and part of Texas," I explained further. Cooper started licking my face again.

She looked at me oddly. "He owns part of Texas?"

"Yeah, but just like… The top part." I really should've studied my facts.

She turned around and saw the guitar hanging from the ceiling. I hope she doesn't touch it. "Whoa!" She continued to rave about how awesome the guitar was. I really didn't know what she was talking about. I don't even play guitar. "Like Elvis used to play!"

"That is Elvis's!" I said, mentally adding don't touch it repeatedly.

"Shut up," she said in disbelief.

"Look what's written on it!" I told her. I hated when she told me to shut up, regardless of what context it was used in.

She read it aloud. "Thank you. Thank you very much. Elvis Presley… Holy chizz!" she said. And then she did just what I've been pleading her not to do.

"Don't touch it!" I begged out loud. "Come sit," I patted the spot on the couch next to Cooper and I.

She reluctantly walked around the couch and sat down next to me. She diverted her eyes towards the TV screen where Hungry Girl was playing. I smiled. "Yay, we're hanging out together!" I went to put my arm around her. It would've been nice if she hadn't scared me half to death.

"NO!" she roared.

She always did that.

The dog whimpered in fear and I comforted him. Ya know, as much as I could comfort him saying that I was close to whimpering too.

This was going to be a fun night.