'Variety's the very spice of life that gives it all its flavour.'
| six |
In the morning, I'm woken up by a yapping at my door, followed by a slight scraping. I faintly hear something padding along the carpet and then I feel something at my shoulder. I open one eye and see Junior's bright eyes right in front of mine.
''Morning cutie.'' I mumble, stretching. We didn't get back too late last night, but we all fell asleep straight away, tired. I tumble out of bed and Nelson, who notices I'm up, stops licking Bumper's nose and follows me out of my bedroom, after I pull open the curtains and the blinds, to wake both Reagen and Bumper up. I pad downstairs and into the kitchen, both puppies on my heels. I can't hear any other noise, so I guess my mom's either out or still asleep. Probably the former.
Looking in the fridge for something to give the puppies, I yawn, glancing at the clock. Eleven. Dammit. I wanted to sleep for a bit longer than that. I grab a leftover bowl of rice and give half to Junior and half to Nelson and as they start gobbling it up, I pull out a packet of cookies and the carton of milk, for me.
I know it sounds like a little kid's breakfast, but I love cookies and milk.
As I eat breakfast, I drift off into my own world and I'm debating whether to go sleep on the couch or not when I hear someone by the front door. I stand up and go over to investigate, but seeing the normal outfit of the postman, I shrug and grab the post from him. ''Morning, thank you.'' I flash him a smile and then I'm gone, shoving the rest of the cookie into my mouth, as I look through the letters. Mostly bills, but there's one, which is similar to the other letters I've seen, in the kitchen and in my mom's bedroom. I stop and turn it around, seeing if there's any return address on it.
Nothing.
Curiosity blooms inside me and I wonder if Mom would get mad at me if I opened it. My phone pings so I shrug to myself and leave it with the rest of the post. It's none of my business.
The light of an incoming message is shining on my Sony Xperia and I frown, wondering who it could be, since both Reagen and Bumper are within talking distance and wouldn't need the phone to talk to me. Knowing them though, they'd message me even if I was in the same room.
Unknown number.
Hey Indie, thanks for telling me indirectly to wash my car. You didn't have to, but I guess I'll clean it, just for you.
I stifle a laugh. Brad.
No need to thank me, but the car will appreciate it, I'm sure.
Yeah, it told me, as I saved your number in my phone, to thank you for him since he needs a clean.
What makes you think it's a him? It could be a her. Have you looked underneath the bonnet?
HAHAHA funny. I have indeed, since I do actually know a bit about cars and their engines. And from what I saw, it's a him. And hey, it's my car, I should know if it's a him or a her!
Yeah, key-word: should.
Dammit. My dog just got out. Shit.
Go find it.
Help?
I roll my eyes as I step into the living room, checking to see if anything needs cleaning. I head into the bathroom and see everything is clean. Well, I did clean it a few days ago and neither my mom or me are here that much to make it too dirty.
Fine.
One dog rescue, here we go.
I'm in my car, driving around right now. The bloody shit bag. Where do you live?
