show me yours | matty healy

chapter eighteen

April 19th 2014

"I mean, I thought it was going well and then, I don't know. What do you thi-"

He pauses, turning to where Tommie was standing moments ago and calling her name as he looks around.

He sees the flock of red hair before anything else as she talks to a guy sitting on a bench.

The guy is obviously homeless with dirty clothing and a long greying beard, he has something hidden under his large green coat and Ross approaches carefully.

"What's her name?"

"Dog."

As he moves to stand behind Tommie the man releases a sound that can be described as a hiss and covers the thing in his hands with his coat.

Tommie turns but then shakes her head, "No, no, he's my friend. It's alright, he's okay."

He stares at Ross as he uncovers the little puppy in his hands.

"How old is she?" Tommie asks, crouching by the bench and grinning at the dog.

"Five weeks."

"That's young to be taken away from her mother."

"I killed her." The man says, "The mother."

Tommie doesn't want to upset him, from her short conversation she could tell he wasn't well. He smelt of alcohol and slurred, swaying from side to side as he spoke.

"Why?"

"Wanted to. She was too much to take care of."

"What about this one?"

"Going to get rid of her too. That's why we're on the way to the beach."

Ross steps in slowly, "You're gonna drown the poor thing?"

"Hoping a shark will be in there." He says looking at the dog..

"Uh, how much?" Tommie says quickly looking at the shivering dog.

"It's not worth it, trust me, kid."

"I'll take her, name your price."

He opens his mouth and she butts in, "Reasonable price. I don't have gold bars up my arse."

"How about I take a look?"

Ross steps in then, arms crossed chest puffed out, "Name the amount of money you want."

He looks her up and down, gaze settling on the doc martens, "I don't want money."

"My shoes?"

He nods and with no hesitation she pulls them off revealing her socked feet, "You know, my feet get a little cold at night too, new socks will be just fine."

She breaths in as he licks his lips watching her feet and leans down slowly to pull the white frilly socks off lifting her chin to try and keep any ounce of dignity. Eyes focused on the dog instead of the grin on his lips.

"There you go, now-" She holds her hands out for the dog but he brings her back, "One more thing."

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Shoeless, sockless and braless Tommie happily walks down the street back to their venue with the dog in hand.

Ross trails behind quietly, with a bag from a petstore they'd found in his hand filled with shampoo, bowls, a collar, lead and some toys for the little girl.