Sharing is Not Caring

1 - Another Day Of My Life

"Oreo, your not going to get it trust me." I tell my dog as he tries to jump and grab the the bag of Beggin treats on my shelf. Oreo was my little black coated Siberian husky that I got as a gift for my 16th birthday. On my bed I laid back watching as he fell down on to his back. This little mutt started whimpering and all I could do was laugh.

Just then my mom Alex walked in my room screaming "Lizzie! This is why i constantly tell you to take him outside, so get out of my house right now." Groaning I stretched head to toe taking all the time in the world as my mom was about ready to blow her head off waiting for me to get up.

"Now!" Startled I jumped right off my little ass and fell right on to the floor and as I looked to see what I tripped on, I started screaming "No, no, no, no, NOOOO!" Crawling in to a tiny ball I went to go hug my precious laptop that I spent centuries putting all of the stickers on.

"Are you okay baby, anything wrong, do we need to get you a checkup at the doctors?!" My mom and Oreo had a blank expression on their face. "What?" I said with a cheesy smile.

I think every teen-aged girl feels the same way about their baby-I mean "laptop". Am I right? ... Right?

Before I left to go outside I decided to finally change so I threw on a crop top, a blue skirt, a beanie and my white high top converses. I pulled up my skirt a little high so my stomach wouldn't be obnoxiously out.

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Walking Oreo is on the lines of being the hardest thing on earth. To make things even worse, I decided today that I should ride my skateboard.

Walking a dog is probably a simple task for you, but try having to walk a dog that has the natural ability of running for days on snowy mountains. Not only do I do that but it's mandatory to a ride on my skateboard. What? I have to. Skateboarding is like a living obsession. But skateboarding and walking Oreo is more complicated then complicated. He pulls, he tugs, and just like me he's really clumsy so yes he falls. Point is I'm a clumsy klutz that has a dog that's even clumsier than me. Yes it's possible.

"OREO, YOU BETTER SLOW YOUR WHITE CREME ASS DOWN!" Just as I specifically told him to slow down he decides to want to be a brat about it and pull me hard enough for to get me faced flat on the floor. So I had no choice but to abandon my skateboard Taco. Yes I named it Taco.

I literally name everything precious to me after food.

"Oreo! Oreo! You better come back!" I kept running after him until this obnoxious giant guy walks right into me. "What the hell?! Watch where you're going." He said with a stern voice texting away on his stupid phone. Rude.

"You must really want oreos." he muttered to himself not looking up from his stupid phone anytime soon.

"They're really good with peanut butter." he says still staring down. I stood frustrated not caring about what he said. I was thinking about my babe Oreo. I grabbed him by his shirt not thinking.

"Help. Me. Get. My. Dog." The only reason I would sadly ask him was because he was like 6'1 with way more longer legs than mine that would probably get him to oreo in seconds. Looking from him to me I was up to his chin being only 5'6.

But than suddenly my brain flickered. That's Colton Copland.

Think of the hottest most cliche sex god and that's him. He has Chestnut brown hair with dirty blonde highlights that was held up and all messy and everything which was annoyingly hot. Tall, gorgeous blue eyes but most importantly to me, a best friend stealing bitch. Then I realized I was staring a little bit to long oops.

"Perv much?" I turned red from ear to ear so I looked down at my shoes. When he noticed his existence was annoying me he let out a light chuckle. "And why should I help you? You were the one that walked into me in the first place." he said with a smirk.