Beep.
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The sound of Sam's alarm woke me from my sweet dreams of steak and potatoes. I stretched from my curled up position the corner of Sam's room— Where my large and comfy dog bed was placed— My eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the bright morning light. Standing from my bed I made my way towards the beeping alarm clock next to Sam's bed. Looking tiredly at the still sleeping lump on the bed; otherwise known as Sam. 'Gods, how can he sleep with all this noise?' I thought to myself while shutting the alarm off with my paw my paw. 'I blame the hormones' I answered myself, relishing in the silence of the room.
"SAM, Wake Up! You have school today" Judy, Sam's mom yelled from outside the door, slamming her hand against it for good major. I smirked, stretched one last time before jumping on Sam's bed and lying on top of him.
"Saaaaaaaaammmm" I sing- songed into the direction where I assume his head is. "Wakee uuuppp, I'm starviiiiiinnng" I moaned, putting all my weight on him; nipping at anything I could reach.
You see, over the years, Sam and I have grown very close. Not the kind of close where we tell each other secret's and braid each other's hair…. Well that too, but I'm talking about the kind close where I've accidentally seen him naked more times than I care to count over the past decade. And Sam has been giving my demon form baths since we were seven. And when puberty hit, He had to buy me bras, underwear and other lady products. Yeah, we're practically married, except he's like my brother.
"Stop it, that hurts" Sam grunted from under the covers.
"I'll get off if you wake up and give me food" I said lifting my snout up in the air snootily.
"Fine, just get your fat ass off of me" Came his muffled reply.
I gasped and turned into my humanoid form, and glared at him.
"Sam! I'm not fat. My weight is perfectly healthy for my height and age you dick" I yelled hitting him after every word.
"OKayokayokayOKAY!; I'm sorry I didn't mean it, God" Sam yelled finally coming out from under the covers, trying to catch my wrist as I continued my assault. When he succeeded, he held me back as best he could before making a run for the door. 'The little bastard is getting stronger' I thought 'I should up my game.'
I let him go, knowing that I couldn't leave the room. It's been ten years, but I still haven't shown myself to Sam's parents. Just thinking about their scared faces staring at me made shivers go down my spine. I hesitate more now than before because at the beginning I didn't have a bond with them, and now I do. I'm a coward I know; but eventually, I'll come clean.
Breathing deeply, I stood from Sam's bed and headed toward the closet. When I opened the door I crouched down and felt the wooden floor, searching for the loose floorboard that hid my things from Sam's parents. Finding it, I lifted it up and reached for a change of clothes. Pulled out a pair of shorts, t-shirt and sneakers and put the board back in its place.
When I finished changing, I walked up to the door mirror with my hairbrush in hand and put my hair into my favorite half pony-tail, taking my time fiddling with my bangs.
I was taken from my vanity by the door knob turning. My eyes widened and I head-dived into the closet closing the door behind me. Afraid that it was Ron or Judy.
"Hey Ren, you want beef or- Ren?" I heard Sam ask. I sighed and left the safety of the closet.
"You scared me Sam, I thought it was Judy or something" I said, going back to the mirror.
"Sorry Ren, so you want beef or pork for breakfast?" he asked while gathering his things for school.
"Beef please" I said, toying with my bangs. Once I was satisfied I looked back at Sam. "Are you getting the car today?" I asked as he stuffed his backpack with antiques.
"If I manage to get an A on my project today then yes, so pray." He said pointing a finger at my direction. I merely raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well good luck with that champ" I smiled, heading for the window and looking at the flowers bellow.
Sam just shook his head at me "So what are you planning to do today." He asked as he headed to the closet to change into day clothes.
"Well Mojo has an appointment at the vet at nine" I said pursing my lips "And I heard Judy saying something about taking us to the groomers last night." I smiled, thinking of the delicious Turkey-jerky they give us to keep us calm and happy. "I really need to get the name of their providers." I mused. "And if we get home early I'll go with Ron to pick you up." I finished.
"Sounds fun" Sam said, pulling his shirt down. "Okay let's go" he said graving his backpack and standing by the door.
Taking a deep breath I stood and changed into my demon form. My favorite part about changing into my demon form is that I don't have to get naked. My clothes just disappear and when I change back, I'm fully clothed. Don't ask me how it works, cuz' I have no idea.
"Let's eat" I exclaimed, making my way to the stairs. Sam shook his head behind me.
After breakfast, Judy, Sam, Mojo and I climbed into Judy's car and headed off to Sam's school. Don't get me wrong I may not go to school, but I am still very smart. Over the years, I've been reading Sam's school books and watching educational shows and documentaries. I considered myself much smarter than Sam at least. Not that he isn't smart, he is. But his priorities need reconditioning.
When we approached his school Sam said goodbye to his mother and Mojo. Once the door closed; I jumped up and took the front seat, sticking my head out the window. "Goodbye to you too Ren" Sam said taking my head in his hands and rubbing it. "Good luck Sammy-boy" I whispered back. I smiled before turning and walking to the entrance.
After a wonderful day at the groomers I was laying on the front porch, enjoying the warm afternoon air, waiting for it to be time to go pick up Sam.
Just as I was dozing off, the front door opened and Ron came out. "Come on girl, let's go get the kid" Ron said passing by me. I perked up instantly, tail wagging I got up and followed him to his car. He opened the passenger door for me. Wasting no time I jumped in taking a seat, looking at Ron as he closed my door and moving towards his own. After he climbed in and turned on the car, he looked at me, smiled and rubbed my back "Good Girl" he said before turning to the wheel and putting the car in reverse.
My relationship with Ron is quite simple. I don't mess up his stuff; and he lets me stay in his home. At first he absolutely hated the idea of having a large dog in his house. But as time went on, he started to warm up to me. Giving me his leftovers at dinner, rubbing my belly while we watched a game on the TV, and even playing with me every once and a while. We're quite close now.
When we arrived at the school, Ron parked out front and turned on the radio for entertainment as we waited for Sam. Not long after, the school bell rang.
At the noise, my head jerked in the direction of the entrance. I jumped between the front seats to the back. My front paws on the edge of the window sill, making sure my claws didn't damage the leather.
From there, I kept my gaze toward the front doors; searching for Sam in the sea of students. Eventually the sea thinned into a few stray students. Anxious to see the results of the project; I huffed at the doors, mentally willing Sam to come out. Finally an ecstatic running form emerged from the building. Waving a piece of paper around like the mad man I knew he was. At the sight, my tail started wagging knowing that Sam succeeded in getting that final A. I barked happily at him, he grinned at me as he came around the car to the passenger side. Jumping in and waving the piece of paper in front of Ron's face.
"I got an A, Look! It's an A minus, but it's still an A." he babbled.
"Hold still let me see" Ron said graving the paper before looking at it for a minute. Both Sam and I looked on in anticipation. "It's an A" he said finally. Sam threw a fist in the air in victory saying a quiet "Yes". While I barked happily in the backseat tail wagging ecstatically.
On the way to where ever it was we were going Ron and Sam talked, passing passive aggressive comment to each other. Ron slowed the car and pulled into a dealership. "I got a surprise for you son." He said with a smirk. My head popped up from the seat where I was laying to look at our surroundings. My eyes widened when I noticed the Porches' lining the windows. 'We're getting a Porsche! I can't believe it!' I squealed in my head, tail wagging.
"No-no-no-no-no dad, Are you serious!? Oh my god" Sam all but yelled in disbelief. That's when Ron burst into laughter.
"Of course I'm not giving you a Porsche'; for your first car? Are you insane?" He laughed. Both of us deflated.
"I don't want to talk to you for the rest of this whole thing." Sam sulked, looking away from his father. My ears flattened against my head as I stared sadly at the retreating dealership. 'I should have known he wasn't going to buy Sam a Porsche'…..' I thought 'But a girl can dream, right?' I sighed, giving up and returning to my position on the backseat.
Eventually, we pulled into an old gas station that was….uh re-purposed? I guess you could say…. Into a used car lot. "Dad, what is this? You said half a car, not half a piece of crap." Sam started to argue with his father as we climbed off the car. I ignored their banter by glancing at the obviously overheated clown at the entrance. Raising a non-existent doggy eyebrow.
"Poor guy" I said to myself.
Moving to stand at Sam's right; I continued to ignore their conversation, not interested in whatever "virgin" they were referring to. Right then a middle aged looking black man appeared. He greeted the humans happily before noticing my presence next to Sam.
"Well who's this cutie?" he asked leaning in, putting his hands on his knees for support. He reached out a hand and tried to pet me. Not liking the unwanted invasion of my personal space or the general smell of his person. I growled, ears flattening. His smile disappeared and he retracted his hand.
"That's Ren, sorry about that she doesn't like to be touched by strangers" Sam said sending me a glare. I responded by simply licking my chops and huffing through my nose.
"That's ok, not many people do." The salesman, who I have now decided to call Salesdude said, stepping away from me. "Now onto business" he smiled rubbing his hands together. Not wanting to spend more time with the smelly human than I have to. I nudged Sam's side with my head, signalling my departure. And headed to look around the aspiring cars.
I was looking around, inspecting every car and comparing them the each other. "Sam will never get a girlfriend with these pieces of crap" I said to myself, growling at the back of my throat. As I passed a blue fiesta I looked up expecting to see another disappointment. But stood, surprised at the old yellow Camaro with black racing stripes. I raised an eyebrow looking at the car "Well helllooo potential." I said more to myself than the car.
I circled the Camaro. "Yes, very promising" I thought, coming back to the front. But paused when I noticed an odd presence coming from the car, like a conscious presence. It didn't feel dangerous; if anything it screamed protection and safety. "What are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowed ears down.
Suddenly, from the window, came what I recognized as a movie clip "A Friend" it said.
My eyes widened and I took a step back, not expecting a reply. "We are soooo getting this car" I said in amazement. Said vehicle seemed to inflate with pride.
With that I turned in the direction that I heard Sam at and started barking to get his attention. Sam appeared around the corner searching for me. "Did you find something?" he asked coming up to me.
"Course I have, it's me were talking about. Now look" I said turning to the Camaro with a grin. "The best one here, I promise" I continued as Sam moved towards it. He opened the driver's side door and motioned for me to hop in with his hand. I didn't hesitate and climbed through the door and jumping to the back seat, since the front of the car was too small to fit my demon form comfortably.
Sam sat down in the driver's seat and closed the door. Placing his hands on the wheel "Feels good" he said before cleaning some grease like substance from the center of the wheel, exposing a cool looking robot face. "Probably something from the former owner" Sam said shrugging. Just then Ron and Salesdude appeared. Seeing Sam and I in the car, Ron smiled a bit before asking how much to Salesdude.
Said man looked at the Camaro opening his mouth, but a confused look came across his face. Shaking it off Salesdude smiled at Ron. "Well considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, the slick wheels and custom paintjob-"
"But the paints faded" Sam interrupted.
"Yes, but its custom"
"It's custom faded?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow at Salesdude.
Salesdude frowned at Sam "Listen kid, it's your first car, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He said and turned to Ron "Five grand"
"I'm not paying anything over four." He said sternly.
"You heard the man, now out of the car, both of ya'" Salesdude said.
"But you said the cars pick the driver" Sam tried to argue.
"Yeah well sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap ass father, now out" He countered and moved on to the Fiesta next to us. "Now this one at Four G's is a beaut'." He said.
Sighing in defeat, Sam got out of the car and held the door open for me so I could get out. I moved to the front driver's seat before looking towards the radio. "Sorry hot stuff" I mumbled. When I turned to leave' the door flew from Sam's hands and slammed closed. I jumped and looked at the radio in surprise.
Both Ron and Salesdude looked to Sam for an explanation. Sam bristled "S-sorry, I guess my hand slipped" he stuttered with wide eyes. Sam then proceeded in trying to re-open the door. "It's stuck" he said with a frown.
"It's okay kid, just pull the dog through the window." Salesdude said.
Sam nodded and motioned for me to jump out the window. I snorted but did as I was told. I did it slowly since the window was smaller than me, the window's frames heated up as I squirmed through the opening. 'Well this is weird..' I thought to myself. Once I was safely on the ground; the passenger side door opened and slammed against the Fiesta, denting it. We all snapped out gazes to the now damaged car. My eyes narrowed, giving the Camaro a 'seriously dude?' look. Said Camaro responded with a soft whirl that apparently only I heard.
Salesdude sputtered something about a sledgehammer and some dude named Many, assuring us to not worry about the damage and moved on to another car not too far away. "This one took me all the way to Alabamy'" he started.
Just as Sam and I were walking in front of the Camaro, a static noise came from its radio, a few words I couldn't quite catch. I strained my hearing a bit trying to listen to any more words. Then, a high pitched screech came and blew out all the glass windows from the cars in the lot; glass flying everywhere. At the noise, I dropped to the floor trying to cover my ears from the horrid sound with my paws. Sam, who was crouching over me somehow, was able to cover my ears with something, muffling the noise until it stopped. When it finally stopped, Sam uncovered my ears and stood hesitantly. I faintly heard someone saying 'Four thousand' and a happy 'Yes'. After a minute I saw Ron and Salesdude walking to the building. That's when Sam grabbed my head, looking me in the eyes, "Are you okay Ren?" he asked worriedly.
My eyes were wide and dazed, looking at him, barely hearing him due to the ringing in my ears "Uhh, yeah I think so." I responded softly, shaking my head out of his hold, sitting back on my haunches, trying to re-orient myself. Once I was satisfied, I looked back at Sam. "I'll be fine, just go get the paperwork done, I'll wait for you here." I told him. Standing and heading towards the Camaro.
"Alright, I'll be right back" Sam said smiling, before turning and going the way his father headed in with Salesdude.
I waited for him to leave my line of sight before letting a growl rise from my throat. Turning furious eyes towards the dammed yellow car, I glared daggers at it for a good minute until the car dropped a bit on its tires. Smirking internally in victory I started towards passenger side door. It opened it self when I reached it and I jumped in. Taking a seat, as uncomfortable as it was. I transformed into my humanoid form, ears twitching and my tail swinging irritably. I smirked for real this time knowing I had startled him, if the sudden jolt of the car was anything to go by.
"Now" I started "I know you were just trying to help. So I'll let this one slide." I said while running my clawed hands over the leather seat softly, felling the car shiver at my ministrations. "But let this be a warning" I continued. Digging my nails into the seat, I felt the Camaro tense under me. "If you ever do that again without warning me first" I growled, my voice low and threatening; letting some acid seep through my claws. "I'll turn you into scrap metal. Got it buddy boy?" I finished, hearing a pained whirl from the engine. I removed my hand from the seat.
I sighed, regretting my little outburst. "Look, it's nothing personal, I swear. I just have very sensitive hearing, and I'm a little touchy about it" I explained while turning back into my demon form. Leaning down and licking the spot where my claws were; knowing that my saliva would help it heal. Being a demon had its advantages; like for example; magical healing spit.
"There, that should feel better" I said, looking back up at the radio, waiting for his response. To my delight the seat warmed a bit under me.
"I—Understand –My Lady." he said taking snippets from songs and movies. I gave him a toothy grin in return.
"Great!" I exclaimed. Moving between the front seats and settling down on my belly. I looked back to the radio. "So…. Friends?" I asked, giving him another toothy grin. I heard a happy whirl come from the engine before the radio turned on.
"You got a friend in me" Sang the voice of Randy Newman. Making my grin widen; I laughed a bit, sounding like a hefty coughing fit. I laid my head down on the seat, discontinuing our conversation.
As we waited for Sam's return, a thought came to me. "Hey, are you going to tell Sam about you?" I asked. The car tensed for a second before responding.
"Not yet—But—Soon" came his reply.
"Okay, I'll trust you. But I can't keep secrets from Sam for long; it makes me feel like I'm betraying him." I said, returning to my position and closing my eyes.
After a while, Sam reappeared from where I guess the office was. He hopped in the driver's seat and started to look for the keys, with a maniacal grin on his face. I eyed him warily "you okay there Champ?" I asked.
"I'm great!" He said giving me a grin, finally finding the keys. "I have a car!" he squealed like a child. And with that he turned on the apparently living car and my new friend; he pulled out of the car lot and headed for home.
That's Chapter one folks! any thoughts?
So i know there was some tension between Ren and Bee there. But try and taking it as a way for her to unknowingly prove that she's pretty tough and doesn't take shit from anyone. Not even the living car that almost made her deaf. She's quite the hard-ass when you provoke her.
I hope you enjoyed it.
This was edited on: January 14, 2017
-With all my love
Karybear1