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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 22
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella/Freddie | Rating: T | Word Count: 471
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Mine
Dappled sunshine peeked through the trees, lighting the wooded path towards one of our favorite out-of-the-way parks. Freddie took a less direct route, sniffing every cedar, fern and columbine along the way.
As soon as we broke through the trees at the base of the park, my normally perfectly behaved border collie darted across the lawn.
"Fred!"
I chased after him, calling out commands. "Freddie, come. Fred, down!"
He never hesitated, continuing to beeline toward some poor, unsuspecting man standing at the top of the hill. My brain flipped to what might happen if the man reacted to the charging ball of black and white fur.
I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled, "He's friendly! He's friendly!"
The man turned towards me, then at Freddie, seeming to notice him for the first time. I could see him smile towards my dog as I continued to run up the hill.
Freddie made it to the stranger before I could make it to Freddie and circled around his feet with the purest look of canine pride beaming off his face.
Close enough to speak without yelling, I started to apologize to this man who I could now see was rather attractive. In the back of my mind. I was high-fiving Fred when he circled around the man one more time and hiked up his leg.
I stopped dead in my tracks. My mouth fell open and my eyes were like saucers as I watched in slow motion the man's gorgeous face turn from me and his radiant smile dissolve into a confused scowl as he felt the pee hit and trickle down his leg and into his shoe. Stunned and embarrassed, I wanted to run back into the darkness of the trees and shrink away to nothing, disappearing forever, leaving my stupid, pee-on-the-hottest-guy-in-the-park dog behind forever.
Time sped back up to normal and the man yanked his foot back, albeit too late. I rushed forward grabbing my mutt's collar and attaching his leash. "Oh my god...I'm so sorry...I can't believe….I just...I'm so sorry. I'll pay for your...shit...I don't even have my wallet on me. I'm so embarrassed." I concentrated on giving Freddie the evil-eye and telepathically telling him I was going to chuck his favorite floppy-moose toy when I remembered I had my phone with me. "If you give me your address, I'll bring you some cash for the cleaning. I really am very sorry—"
His hearty chuckle cut me off. "Wow."
"Wow?" My eyes snapped to his. God, they're so pretty. Why did my dog pee on him? Gah.
"I've heard of people using their dogs to meet people, but you didn't have to train your dog your dog to pee on me to get my number."
And then he winked. He freaking winked!
True story. I wanted to die, and the dude really did laugh it off, but but he didn't give me some cutesy line or wink at me. But he was hot. I hooked that damn dog on his leash and practically ran back down the hill.
There's a picture of the real Freddie on my twitter (twilllly (w/ four L's)
Super thanks to Kikki and maxandmo for looking this over for me. I'd totally claim you by peeing on your leg. ;)