The next morning, you wake up and realize you don't have coffee. You decide to go to a cute little coffee shop in town. You debate on if you should take your car or your bike. You know you're lazy and tired, so you just go ahead and take your car.
Once you arrive, you order a frappuchino, and then think of posting a picture of you and the little coffee shop. You snap a pic and then caption it:
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Was too tired to get up and make coffee, so I went here-MUCH BETTER IDEA ACTUALLY-and yes I realize it makes no sense to be tired to make coffee and then come here instead-ignore the way my mind works-
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You decide that caption is good enough, and you pull Alex's jacket tighter around your shoulders.
"Shit-" you mumble. You realize you're still wearing it. The first comment on your post is:
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@quackityhq: nice jacket 👀
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You quickly respond to the comment.
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Replying to @quackityhq's comment: SORRY I DIDN'T RETURN IT 😅
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The rest of the comments blew up after they saw your small conversation. You giggle, but you still aren't ready to tell Alex how you feel yet. You decide to let the conversation fall there, and leave people in suspense.
As you drive back home, listening to your POG playlist, you spot something on the road. It looked like a living thing, but wasn't moving. You stop your car instantly. You get out of your car, and find that the little furry thing is a dog. A small fluff of a dog, in fact. It looks like a german sheperd puppy, and you feel so sorry for the poor thing. Some of its fur is red in places, like it had been hit by a car and bleeding.
You wonder if it's too late for the little creature, and you pick it up, not caring if you get dirty (but you noticeable left Alex's jacket in your car), and lifted the poor pup into the passenger seat of your car, and set it on top of a towel.
You drive back to your house, knowing the nearest vet's is thirty minutes away, and you don't know if the puppy will make it through a drive that long. You cross your fingers and hope for the best until you get back to your house. You carefully take the puppy inside. You notice it's a girl, and she's hurt badly. Her side was bleeding, and blood was still flowing out. You set her on the kitchen island of your house, and find some gauze and bandages in your bathroom cabinet.
Then you carefully clean the wound, and wrap her side in bandages to stop the blood. Once you have that done, you realize that she's quite dirty, but you feel the wound would hurt the puppy more if you got it wet, so you decide to call BadBoyHalo, someone who would certainly help you with something like this.
"BAD! I NEED YOUR HELP!" You know Bad cares for his dog, Lucy, AKA Rat, a lot, so he would be able to help you-and be the calmest in a situation like this.
"Yes, Y/n? Oh my goodness!" Bad exclaims as he sees the poor pup lying on the counter. You stroke the german sheperd's fur, hoping she'll make it.
Bad gives you instruction on how to help the puppy, and pretty soon, she's all washed and bathed, and a bandage is wrapped around her wound. You set her down on the couch and cover her with a thin blanket.
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𝐸𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝑀𝒾 𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇 || 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓎𝒳𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇
FanfictionNO SMUT, ALEX IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, I RESPECT BOUNDARIES, PEOPLE!! Facts you should know: I DO use swearing, so if you don't like that...you've never watched a Quackity video. So...description time? Y/n means your name, you've just turned 21...
