Runaway Dog. (Billy)

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(Billy got the most votes so yeah! Griffin will be next <3) TW: Mentions of blood.

Song: Les - Childish Gambino. (I suggest sped up!)

I was riding my Skateboard around the street. I made sure to watch for cars, and other things.

I looked down for a second, and once I looked back up, there was a golden retriever right in front of me.

"AH!" I shouted, swerving my board to the right and falling off of it. I winced in pain and looked at my bloody knee and palm.

"Shit.." I mumbled. "Oh my god! I-I'm so sorry! I stopped to get something and he ran off! Are you alright?" A boy asked, kneeling beside me.

He looked to be about 13 or 14. He had blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and a red jacket.

He gently took my hand, looking at the blood now coming out of the scrape. "H-Here, let me help you." He spoke, helping me stand up.

"Thanks. I live back that way." I pointed behind me, "Just 3 houses down." I smiled.

He put his dog on the leash. "I'll follow you there. Y-You can hold his leash while we ride there! Just don't go to fast." He said, handing me the red leash.

I smiled. I got on my board, skating off, not going too fast. The boy followed and so did his dog.

We made it to my house and I stopped my board. He got off of his bike, putting the kick stand down.

He followed me inside. "I'll get the first aid kit." I smiled. I walked into the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink and a damp wash cloth.

I grabbed the bottle of alcohol also.

I sat it down on the table, opening it. Billy took the rag from me and gently dabbed it on the scrape on my palm.

"I need to use alcohol to disinfect it. It's gonna burn a bit alright?" He spoke. I nodded.

He poured some alcohol on the scrape which made it sting and bubble up.

I winced in pain. "S-Sorry." He said softly. He grabbed my free hand with the one he wasn't holding my scraped hand with.

He interlocked his fingers with mine, smiling. I felt my face heat up. "I uhm, never asked your name?" I spoke up.

"Oh, I'm Billy! You?" He asked. "Y/n. Nice to meet you!" I smiled. "Nice to meet you too." He smiled back.

"All done with your hand, now your knee." Billy pulled my foot up into his lap to look at my knee.

He grabbed the alcohol and poured a bit on the scrape. I winced again as it bubbled up. "It stings!" I whined.

"I know, it's going to for a while! Just calm down." He kept his fingers interlocked with mine.

I sighed. He looked at me and I looked at him. His eyes were so beautiful. Blue eyes really suits him.

I noticed his face start turning red and I giggled. "What?" He questioned. "Your face, it's turning red!" I laughed.

"Wha- Yours is too!" He pointed at my rosy red cheeks. "You're blushing!" He chuckled.

"You too!" I accused. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He spoke.

He put a bandaid on my scraped knee and I brought my leg down from his lap.

We kept staring at each other for a moment, until he finally spoke up, "I know we just met and all but uh."

I hummed in response, questionably.

"I like you, do you maybe wanna I don't know, catch a movie sometime? I totally understand if not! I-I probably sound so weird saying that I'm sorry-" I cut him off by connecting my lips with his.

It took a moment but he kissed back, placing his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

We pulled away after a few seconds. I smiled at him, both of our faces were red. "So, what do you say..?" He asked.

"Yes, I will go on a date with you Billy!" I giggled. "Yes! I'm so glad we met." He smiled.

I spoke up and laughed, "If it weren't for your runaway dog, we wouldn't even have met!"

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