It Started With The Dog

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Bennett POV

             Once I woke up, I realized I hadn't gotten a lot of sleep at all. I groaned and rolled over. I decided that since today was an off day, I was just gonna sleep all day. I started to close my eyes again but was soon interrupted by seemingly thousands of phone messages. "What are they doing now?" I picked up my phone and opened the group chat.

GuhuaGeek: CHONGYUN YOU FROZE MY BOOK

nicepopsicleman: I DID NOT-

GuhuaGeek: THEN WHO PUT IT IN THE FREEZER?!!

nicepopsicleman: weLL IT WASN'T ME-

PrinzessinDerVerblahblah: Why are we arguing about a book?

GuhuaGeek: iT WAS LIMITED EDITION FISCHL.

bennyboi: can y'all sHUT UP?

nicepopsicleman: Bennett, when has this chat ever been quiet?

bennyboi: MY POINT EXACTLY.

PrinzessinDerVerblahblah: Subject change, who knows police dog names??

GuhuaGeek: Why would I know the name of a police dog???

nicepopsicleman: I mean you're knowledgeable-

GuhuaGeek: Okay yeah sure but not in names of random DOGS.

bennyboi: Oh yeah! I saw a cute police dog at work yesterday but didn't get it's name.

PrinzessinDerVerblahblah: Yup.

nicepopsicleman: So you want to date the dog?

bennyboi: wHAT NO-

nicepopsicleman: OKay, it's owner?

GuhuaGeek: That would make some amount of sense.

bennyboi: its owner was lowkey scary.

nicepopsicleman: Then why do you want the dogs' name?

bennyboi: IT WAS A CUTE ANIMAL OK?

PrinzessinDerVerblahblah: We get it Ben, you wanna date the dog.

bennyboi: I SAID NO- WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS-

nicepopsicleman: Welcome to the club, Bennett.

bennyboi: WHATEVER

             I tossed my phone off my bed, hearing it land on the floor. "I'm in a weird friend group." I sighed. Seeing as I probably wasn't going to fall back asleep after that mess of a convo, I got dressed and ready for the day.  

             I put on my usual clothes, which were just a white t-shirt and ripped jeans, before heading downstairs to eat something. I grabbed a pop-tart out of the pantry and put it in the toaster. While I was waiting, I wondered what the dogs' name could be. Maybe Rosie? Or what if it was a boy? Hunter? The only thing that snapped me out of my thinking was the smell of burning.

            "The pop tarts!" I quickly unplugged the toaster, cause them to pop up. Yep, definitely burned. I sighed and picked them up with a paper towel. "I guess I could still eat them.." Having nothing better to do, I took my pop tarts out to the front porch to see if anything interesting was happening. 

             I looked around, nothing. "I guess Miss Camila figured out who stole her broom." I laughed. Miss Camila's broom was a big matter for a few days, and I loved watching it go down. it started a few weeks ago when she went to sweep her porch, but alas, no broom. She then went around questioning the neighborhood troublemakers, and when no one had it, she was even madder.

             She even got so mad she put up a wanted poster for the thief! Of course, a lot of people came to me, asking if my luck and made it gone missing, which I was sure it hadn't, as miss Camila was a friend of mine and my parents and I wouldn't do anything like that. Eventually, a REWARD was even set for the thing.  And now that I think about it, the broom was probably in her shed the whole time. 

             I finished the last bit of my rather unpleasant pop tart, I scrunched up the paper towel and put it in my pocket. I decided to go mess around the park for a few minutes. And I was well on my way before a big grey dog ran past me. It had an odd resemblance to the one I saw yesterday so I looked back to where it came from.

             And sure enough, its owner was in hot pursuit. "Klauen! Come back!" He ran straight past me, and I thought he could use some help, so I helped him track down the dog as well. I ran up to the guy which took more effort than I thought. "Need help?" He didn't say anything, he just nodded. 

            After a lot of running, we found her, in a tube slide. "Klauen!" The guy ran up to her and quickly put a leash on her. he sighed and turned to me. "Thanks." I laughed. "It's nothing. How did she get out anyway?" He paused. "I said walk, Klau ran." I nodded. "Dogs can do that. And you said Klauen was her name?" He nodded. "I Razor." I nodded. "I figured. I saw you yesterday at work, remember?" 

             He paused again. "...You waiter?" "Yup!" I held out a thumbs up. "My name's Bennett." We continued to talk for a while, if you can call me babbling on and on and him listening talking. I didn't mind though, he was pretty nice. And after all, I had figured out the name of the dog, and got Razor's number too!