Run To You

Chapter 3

"Okay, so we're actually getting a puppy?" Kirstie squealed.
"Mhm!" I focused on the road: I understand what Scott has been going through. I'll have to call him later.
"I know what puppy I want. Turn here," she giggles. We get to a puppy adoption center.
"Hey, I need to make a call. Get all the stuff we need, and I'll meet you later," I smiled, and she engulfed me in a hug.
"Thank you so much!" He squeaked, and I squeezed her waist. Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them away.
She skips off, and I dial Scott's number.
"Hello?" Scott answers after two rings.
"Well, long story short, I understand your Mitch struggle."
"Wait, what?" he yells over the phone.
"Yeah, well she may have broken up with Jeremy and may have moved in with me."
"Oh, and what are you doing now?" he says.
"We're buying a puppy. Bye," I hang up quickly.
"Avi!" Kirstie calls me over.
"Yes princess?" I smile, and immediately regret it.
"I picked out this cute little dragon outfit, and these cute little sweaters! Meet Olaf!" she holds up a white husky, and I ruffle his ears.
"C'mon, lets go check out," I pull the cart to the cashier, an we get dog tags with my, our, address. I know we aren't dating, but it feels special. She puts him on a leash, and we hop into my car. When we get home, Olaf runs around, sniffing every surface. I laugh, and Kirstie scruffs his ears.
"Avi? I have a question."
"Yeah? Shoot."
"Why did you take me in? Why did you let me move in?"
"It was the nice thing to do," I shrugged.
"Yeah, you're a great friend."
Friend. "You want to go clubbing tonight?"
"Yes!" she squealed.
"We'll go later. Go get dressed," I go into my bedroom, and get dressed. I choose a flannel with a thin black tie. I put a beanie on my head, and go sit in the living room waiting for Kirstie. She walks out, wearing a very short dress. Very short. It's black and tight and very flattering. I link arms with her, and we walk into the car.
"Is it okay if I heavily drink tonight?" she breaks the silence.
"Sure, I'll bring a wasted Kirstie home," I roll my eyes.
"Whatever."
"C'mon, lets go!"
We get into the car, and talk.
"Are you going to take a lucky lady home?" she asked.
"You, I'm your designated driver." Kirstie laughs.
"What's the plan tonight?" Kirstie cocks her head.
"I'll probably just sit in a booth and get on Twitter."
"Well that's no fun."
"Eh, it's okay," I shrug.
We arrive at the club, and I choose a spot in the corner. I feel totally like Mitch. Kirstie is out on the dance floor, being as flawless as anyone possibly could, and some dude walks up behind her. She struggles to get out, so I swoop in. She smells like alcohol and perfume. a
"C'mon, were going home," I pull her by the hand to the car, and drive the drunken process home.