Every Fangirls' Dream || l.h.

Chapter Nineteen: Popcorn, Animals, and Regret

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 "Zel, can I have some popcorn?"

   "No!" I retorted, growling and pulling away, cramming as much popcorn as I could in my mouth.

   "Don't mess with Zel and her popcorn. She'll kill you." Spencer warned.

   "Mhm." I replied, nodding since my mouth was beyond full. "Mine."

   "Forget I even asked." Luke replied, chuckling softly as he continued watching, stealing popcorn from Michael.

...

   We watched more embarrassing videos of adolescent me when my mom walked into the lounge and said, "Zel, take Butters out."

   "Butters?"

   "Yes, did you forget you had a dog?"

   "No... well yes... kinda."

   "She's in your grandma's old room." My mom replied, walking back into her room.

    "Butters!" I cried, running. I opened the door and saw my usually hyperactive Jack Russell, sleeping on a bundle of blankets. She woke up because of my cry and she bounded over to me.

   "Hi Butters!" I cried, Butters jumping on me. I pet her head, smiling widely. I grabbed her leash and attached it to her collar. 

   I walked outside and I was greeted by nice, hot, humid, Florida air. Oh how I missed this... I hated to admit it, but I missed hot, humid Florida. It was always relatively cold in New York and I hated it. "Spring" there was the equivalent to a Florida winter. I can barely handle 60*F. I've missed this.

   "Butters! Calm down as I can take off your leash!" I grumbled. Her entire body was shaking like crazy since she was so excited that there was so many people here.

   "Urgh! Calm down! I'm not letting you go."

   Butters then tried calm down, which caused only her butt to shake involuntarily because she was wagging her tail so violently.

   Sighing, I unhooked her and bam! She shot off like a bullet. The first person she ran to was Spencer and she immediately pushed her off.

   "Get off of me shithead."

   "Be nice to Butters." I said, hitting her with a pillow.

   "I'll be nice to it when the rat calms down."

   "She! Butters is a she." I replied, rolling my eyes.

   "Butters?" Calum asked.

   "She has a brown spot on her back that looks like a butterfly. We don't call her Butterfly, 'cause that's lame, but we call her Butters instead. I wanted to call he Mariposa, but no..." I said, sitting down next to Luke. Butters hobbled up to us and then tilted her head slightly as if deciding whether to go to her owner for nine years or the new guy. After 10 seconds of consideration, she jumped onto Luke's lap and licked his face. 

   "Well hello to you too." Luke said, laughing.

   She rolled over onto her back, stomach exposed as the side of her tongue slid out of the corner of her mouth.

   "What is she doing?" Luke asked.

   "She wants you to rub her stomach. She does that to everyone." I explained, rubbing her belly. Butters, being the awkward dog she is, licked her nose weirdly. She's so weird... just like her owner.