stepping into the small animal shelter i already hear loud barks and whines from every direction causing my heart to drop to my stomach since i've always had a soft side for animals almost like everyone else. i've always wanted to get an animal from the shelter, but how can I just pick out one animal out of all of these helpless animals who were left abandoned or abused?
"hi; welcome to chicago animal shelter, the only non-kill and number one shelter around this area! any certain animal you're looking for on this lovely day?" mary, which i know since it's written on her name tag next to a tacky cartoon picture of a puppy, says almost instantly when i walk through the door. an old man sits on a small sofa couch reading a 'people' magazine has a uniform on too, but says and does nothing when i walk in.
"uh, yeah. i'm looking for a cat. perhaps a kitten," i smile back at her and the elderly trying to be polite when really i want to say 'no, leave me alone'. i'm normally told that i am 'rude' and 'unfriendly' when really people just don't understand what i go through. she leads me to the cat cages which is very poorly cleaned since cat poop and pee and dirt litters the floor. my eyes leads to a black and white cat with only one eye who's sleeping under another cat. "i want that cat," i point to him and already start thinking of names for the sleeping kitten.
"alright, i'll get him ready. go ahead and just wait at the front where you came in," mary picks up the sleepy cat and goes into the back so he's alright for adoption. i walk back to the front and wait until i get my kitty. i impatiently wait a steady ten minutes until the old man stares at me with a state of confusion plastered on his face.
"excuse me?" he chuckles lightly and shakes his head causing me to scoff and roll my eyes.
"you're a brave girl for acting so rude." he laughs once again.
"well i'm not known as a coward so-"
he interrupts, "my wife once was like you." he smiles and sets his magazine down. "a big mouth, but has a sweet side. now, don't worry! you shouldn't be a coward; it's good to be confident and brave and often.. have a big mouth." after not knowing what to say, i slowly nod my head. "just remember little lady, don't be a coward; be kind, unless the other person is a dick." i burst out in laughter of hearing an eighty year old say 'dick'.
"well thank yo-"
"you're cat is ready!" i look at mary who is carrying the still sleepy kitten. the elderly slips out of the room, making me smile and try to remember his knowledgeable words. after paying, getting him a cat bed, taking him to the vet, and finally getting home, we were both worn out. i decided to name him alex turner since i love the arctic monkeys. grabbing a warm blanket and laying on the couch to take a nap, i hear shaking of paint cans and then spraying of them right outside my apartment. i peek outside my window to see some group of guys spray painting my apartment wall! after making sure alex would be okay alone, which he clearly was since he was still sleeping, i run outside to try and stop the painting.
"what the hell? i don't want dumb graffiti on my apartment," i grumble before noticing how large the group of guys, or should I say muscular men, really were. and at least twenty guys were watching five guys spray paint the wall.
"whatcha gonna do about it?" one guy snickered. he looked back at the group and does a weird nodding of the head.
one shirtless guy steps up to me smirking, "we'll leave if you do us all a little fav-"
"j-just leave her alone. you guys can find a bigger, better wall to make art on, just leave her alone," another guy pulls the shirtless creep away from me. "alright, zayn," a guy agrees and speaks to the whole group. "i've seen another brick wall about two blocks away from here. c'mon boys." they all get their stuff and eventually leave with some motivation from this guy, zayn. i've never heard of a name like zayn, but that makes me like it since i have a weird love for unique names.
after they all left i noticed the one guy who helped me make them leave stayed. "why aren't you going?" i see the guy start spray painting again on the wall.
"i said they can leave; i never said i have to. unless you want those guys to come back, i suggest you shut up and leave me alone" he grumbles, but i can barely understand the words. his hair is styled to one side under a beanie. his no sleeved, black shirt makes his tattoos look darker and better especially the tattoos covering his strong bicep. basically, this man was sex which made it hard to not blush, but he was an ass so i ignored the urge to drool over him.
i leave him alone right after I scoff and spit out, "whatever." i quickly scurry back inside before i let myself redden up from lack of not letting myself blush. i keep imagining his tattoos and how well they fit on his arms, making any feminine tattoo look punk and manly. i don't know this Zayn guy, but I can tell he's like cigarettes for me; addictive and can keep my mind off things.
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it's been a week since zayn's been back and i'm honestly not sure if his art is done or not. all it is is a crown, maybe for a king or it stands for something. maybe it means something to him like most graffiti people make. i kinda like it; the creative and how unique the crown looks almost makes me feel something, but who knows. the crown is made up of two colors consisting of black and yellow. nothing is specifically colored, just blended together to make it pop; almost like his tattoos.
"blair, c'mon! we'll be late for work!!" my friend, zee tugged at my arm causing me to finally stop looking at the art; well, zayn's art.
"sorry, sorry," i apologize and run to the car. "i just like the art, that's all."
"like the art or the artist?" she raises her eyebrows and laughs at herself. i try to hide the blush on my face by grabbing a cigarette and letting my bangs cascade into my eyes as we drive to our work place; hobby lobby. "could you please not always smoke, blair? it's becoming a habit for you."
"i haven't smoked in a week, dick head. besides," i light it up, "this is my last pack for a while and i only have four left." i don't usually smoke so often, but lately i have, but it doesn't matter since i'm on a budget.
"i'm just waiting until you get lung cancer."
i stick the end of the cigarette in my mouth, chewing it slightly. i hate when people joke about diseases or depression since its a serious problem. i sigh in response and just let it go and letting the music of the ramones fill my ears for the rest of the ride to work.
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sorry for the super short chapter, I promise it gets much better
& I already love you if you listen to the arctic monkeys
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-carrie☻
