Cassette - z.m.

eight.

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"He loves Doughnut. It's a plant."

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I lean on the doorway silently, crossing my arms and watching them for a few seconds and then I shout at the top of my voice at Zayn,"What the fuçk are you doing with my dog?"

He was so engrossed in watching the movie that he gets startled on hearing me shout and the bowl of popcorn goes flying from his hands, scattering popcorn everywhere. He's so clumsy, jeez. Maoie gets scared too and starts barking.

"What the hell?" shouts Zayn, equally loudly."Why the hell are you shouting, jeez. You scared me." He says with his hand on his heart, taking a deep breathe. Maoie is still barking at the top of his voice and I have difficulty hearing Zayn speak. Even though he's shouting, Maoie's barks drown his voice out.

I flash a smirk at him for a fraction of a second and then I get in my bitch mode. I've had enough of this shit.

"What the hell are you doing with my dog?" I ask him, my voice low and steady. I pick up Maoie with my good arm and pat his head.

"Dog? What dog? That dog?" He points towards Maoie and glares at me. Wow, I really did scare him.

"Yes, that dog." I imitate his thick british accent.

"I don't know. If he's your dog then what was he doing out there, in the middle of the road instead of at the house?" He narrows his eyes at me, not believing a word I say.

"How would I know? You found him, you tell me." I walk towards the couch and plop down on it, making the seat bounce a bit.

Zayn puts the half empty bowl of popcorn on the table and turns around so that he is facing me,"I found him outside the house. He was wet and cold so I brought him inside. And what kind of an owner are you? You don't even give a shit about your dog?" He makes a face and shakes his head at me. Oh how I want to punch that expression off his face.

"I don't care about my dog? Excuse me, mister but I was out all day trying to find him and I even got hurt in the process," I reply to him."And how the hell did he get wet? Did you do something to him?" I lean in and narrow my eyes at him accusingly.

Something flashes across his features. Guilt? Embarrassment? Fear? Before I could figure it out he straightens his face,"I... what would I do to him? It's not like I threw him in the pond! He- uh, he fell in himself." He says, suddenly uneasy. I was a bit taken aback as I watched him fret.

Enjoying his unease, I say harshly,"He what? What did he do? He fell in? How the hell can a dog just fall in a pond by himself? What even." I raise my hands in the air exasperatedly and frown, adding to the drama.

He rolls his eyes at me, clearly seeing through my little act and sighs. "I took him outside for a walk in the park and then I let him loose and he kind of went after a frisbee and fell in the pond. Hey, it's not my fault. He fell in himself. He just jumped over like he was superman or something." He hurriedly explains.

I look at him in amazement. He let Maoie loose. He let him loose!

"Not your fault?! Of course it's your fault. You let him loose! Are you dumb or what? You don't let Maoie loose in a park. No. You don't. That's just... dumb." I say and gesture towards Maoie, whose head was now hanging upside down from the couch, in between Zayn and I, with his tongue hanging out, as if to prove my point. He looked so comical I can't even.

"Well, I didn't know that your retarded dog is crazy about freakin' frisbees." He says and flashed me a sarcastic grin.

"Don't you dare call my dog retarded. He's perfectly fine and I love him." I huff and push myself off the couch, taking Maoie with me.