A New Addition to The Family (Bluey Fanfiction)

Ch. 3 (The Heeler Home)

         The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully as well. Brandy had some work emails to send, so she had retreated to her office. In the meantime I found ways to entertain myself. After asking Brandy for permission, I went into the living room and watched T.V. for about half an hour. There wasn't really much that interested me, but I did catch some National Geographic. They were doing some kind of documentary on the legend of drop bears and where it originated. It was kinda cool, but not much to keep me entertained. I shut off the T.V. and made my way upstairs and into my bedroom. The longer I spent there, the more it grew on me. The way the light cascaded through the window onto the hardwood floor created a warm feeling as I walked over it. I laid down on the bed and opened my book as I often did. It was quite an interesting book, documenting some WW2 battles. I had always been a war buff, and I loved reading about it. That wasn't the only thing though. I also loved books about mythology. After about an hour of reading I heard Brandy calling my name from downstairs. I got up quickly and made my way through the hallway and down the stairs. Brandy was standing next to the front door with her bag in hand, "Time to go!" She said.

        It was a pretty uneventful drive. I talked to Brandy about her job, what she liked to do, etc. After about 20 minutes in the car we turned into another small neighborhood. We drove right up this hill into a cul-de-sac. Brandy parked on the street in front of another interesting house. It was all shades of color, and gave off a very homey appearance. The driveway already had 3 cars in it. We got out and walked up a stone pathway to the front porch. A few toys littered the front yard, but they weren't dirty. They had clearly been placed there recently. I was basically having an anxiety attack the entire time. Brandy once again took my paw like she had at the adoption center and led me to the front door. Brandy rang the doorbell, and I proceeded to do probably the most embarrassing thing of my life to date. I, a 16 year old male, hid behind her. Obviously "hid" is a very strong word. I was quite a bit taller than Brandy, standing at 193cm (6'4"). To say I was nervous would be the understatement of a century.

        After a few short moments the door swung open revealing a red heeler who looked very similar to Brandy. "Hey Chilli!" Brandy said, exchanging a hug with her. Chilli responded, "Hi Brandy!" She turned toward me, "And you must be Oscar!" She exclaimed. "Oh...uh...yeah that's me," I said while smiling meekly. Chilli proceeded to usher us into the house. I had my right paw on my left arm, feeling awkward just standing there. "Follow me and I'll introduce you to everyone," she said while also taking my paw. I followed her quietly to the next room, which appeared to be the living room. Sitting on the couch were a few guys watching a cricket match on the T.V. Sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room was an older blue heeler knitting something. There were also two little kids laying on the floor coloring, a young red heeler and a slightly older blue heeler. The room was loud, too loud for me anyway. The kids were arguing with each other about what color a unicorn's horn should be, and whichever team the guys on the couch were cheering for appeared to be losing. I had to tuck my ears for a second to avoid sensory overload. The two kids glanced up when we walked in and shared a look with each other before running over to Brandy and hugging her, "Auntie Brandy!" they both yelled in unison. "Hey girls!" Brandy responded while hugging them back. Chilli butted in, "Girls, this is Oscar. He's your cousin," she said.

        The blue heeler got a confused look on her face for a second, "How does that work?" she asked. "Well your Aunt Brandy adopted him," Chilli responded. The red heeler then joined the conversation, "What does 'adoptsed' mean?" she asked, absolutely butchering the word. "It means I'm his mum now," Brandy piped in. The two little heelers seemed even more confused by this, "What about your first mum?" the blue heeler asked me. "Bluey!" Chilli exclaimed. "What?" Bluey asked. "N-no i-it's alright," I said to Chilli, "W-where is y-your r-restroom?" "Down the hall on the left," Chilli responded. I quickly turned and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. As I was walking I could hear Chilli scolding Bluey and apologizing to Brandy. When I got to the bathroom I shut the door and locked it. I sat down on the floor with my back against the wall, just trying not to cry. I'm not sure why I was so emotional. Normally I don't react like that when my parents are mentioned, but every once in a while something gets through. Something about what that little girl asked me had given me a dark reminder. My parents are dead, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. By this point tears were starting to roll down my face, soaking my fur. I held my tail in my lap and cried for a few minutes. I had always been told to let my emotions out instead of bottling them up, but I sometimes found it hard. Every once in a while something could tip it over the edge.