' Help me carry him home Jace please.' I say quickly
'Ok you grab his hind legs and I'll grab his paws. '
'Be careful Jace. I don't want him to get anymore hurt than he already is.'
' Then let's put mud on his paws.'
'What?! Are you trying to make him get an infection?!' I proclaim angrily
'No, but it will help his paws cool down. And it'll relax him. Just trust me okay?'
'Okay.' I say nervously
'Let me go get some mud from the pig pen. I'll be right back.' Jace says giving me a kiss on the head then running off
Picky lays there watching me. I was about to burst into tears when he talked to me.
'I'll be alright. Don't cry Scarlet, I know you'll take good care of me. Your dad will too.' Picky says slowly yet quickly in a super deep voice
'Picky, you, you, you can talk.' I almost shouted
What is this some kind of witch craft voodoo magic shit? Since when did animals talk ?
'I always have been. I'll explain everything to you later. Just keep in mind I'm no ordinary pet and you known that but never acknowledged it. Just for now dont tell anyone that I can talk. Ok Scarlet?' Picky says
'Ok, Picky, I won't tell anyone.'
'Not even Jace?' Picky asks
'Not even Jace!' I say reassuringly
'Promise?' He asks
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I fell in love with my best friend
Teen FictionSomething that isn't real, is real, can become real, in a different universe of course. Time can never be wasted. Time is a great balance and is evil but also the most advanced alibi anyone can own. Speed, statistics, perseverance, flexibility, I...
