"Ambrose! Wait!" I cry. "We can work this out!" I don't care how pathetic I sound, he needs to know. "I love you more than anyone else!"
"Hhmeh." Tyler clears his throat.
"Okay fine! I love you more than anyone else except Tyler!" I call but he continues running. "Please come back!"
The old lady walking past me stares at me like I'm some sort of lunatic, though maybe I am since, I'm chasing my dog down the streets of New York.
Ambrose Reynolds, my brown Yorkshire Terrier of two and a half years. He always does this, as soon as I open my apartment door he bolts out and I end up spending hours trying to find him.
"Oh great! Now he's pooping on Mrs. Levine's porch!" I complain. Mrs. Levine was my kindergarten teacher and she really hates dogs, especially mine. "Did you bring the poop scoop?" I ask my twin brother Tyler before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "Poop scoop!"
"Yeah, I got it." Tyler sighs handing it to me. "You laugh at that 'joke' everyday." He says using air quotes around the word joke.
"Oh lighten up Ty, that's funny." I nug him and he chuckles a little.
We're just about to turn the corner when I bump into someone.
"Fish sticks!" I scream as I watch hot light brown liquid run down my chest, burning it.
"I'm so sorry!" An unfamiliar voice exclaims and I look up to see a young man dressed in a light pink polo shirt and khakis. His brown eyes are full of regret and sympathy and he reaches into his back pocket.
"I'm truly sorry! I'm so careless!" He says and starts wiping my chest with his handkerchief. Well this isn't weird at all, I've given a random dude access to my boobs. But he doesn't seem phased by this at all, he's probably gay. I watch as he carefully cleans my chest. It still hurts like hell but I remain silent. "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Call an ambulance maybe?" He suggests. His accent isn't American.
"An ambulance?" I ask raise an eyebrow. Yeah, it hurts like a bitch but I think I'll survive.
"Yeah, I just spilled a cup of coffee on your chest." He says like I'm supposed to agree with him.
"No, that won't be neces..."
"Absolutely not!" He dismisses me. "I'm calling an ambulance... you're probably suffering from severe shock." He adds and I give the same look the lady from before gave me.
What the fried chicken's wrong with this boy?
"It's fine really. See all better!" I pat my chest a little too hard, forgetting that it's burnt. "Thanks for your help though." I smile and try to walk away but he grips my arm and turns to him.
I look around for my twin brother, he'll help me. Just great, Tyler left. He probably went to find Ambrose on his own. Now I'm stuck here with this psycho.
"Are you okay?" His brown eyes pour into mine.
Does he think I'm intimidated by him?
Pffft.... I'd never be intimidated by someone wearing loafers on a Saturday.
"Uh, I do remember stating that before." I say and pull my hand out of his grip.
"Leave me alone, or else..." I say.
"Or else what?" He counters.
"I'll tell your mother." I say and immediately regret it as his starts laughing.
"You...." Laugh laugh. "You..." Laugh laugh. " ...don't even know my mother." Laugh laugh.
"I'll call the cops then! Yes! That's exactly what I'll do! Especially since you attacked me with Starbucks!" I say somehow knowing that it will make him feel guilty.
"It was an accident." He says in a low voice.
" I don't think the cops will believe that." I tell him.
And there it hits me, why the bread sticks am I standing in the street bickering with a deranged stranger? I should be looking for my dog and my brother!
"I've got to go. Bye." I say and walk away, hoping that this time he won't stop me.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone.
*Tyler where are you?*
*Have you found Ambrose?*
*Are you okay?*
*Your not dead, are you?*
*Tyler respond!*
*tell me if your dead!*
*You can't die Tyler!*
*What am I gonna do if you're dead!?!*
*Ty, I won't have anyone else.*
I send all in less than two minutes. I want to send him a next message but he beats me to it...
*I'm heading to the park, meet me there*
*yes, I found him*
*obviously I'm not dead.*
I smile.
*love you Tyler*
*love you Erin*
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Protector Meets Protective
HumorWhere two oddly paranoid and insecure college students fall in love. Who knew coffee stains would be this delightful???
