Fuck Off - Jc Caylen Fanfiction

Chapter 3 - Lost _ _ _

Allison's POV
I wake up to the bright sun shining through the curtains.

I check the time and see its 9:41am! I sit up quickly, but then remember it's Saturday. That scared me..

I get out of bed and grab some clothes from my closet. I then shower, brush my teeth and do the same routine.

I get dressed, wearing a cream hoodie under a flannel, some black skinny jeans and a grey beanie. I heard the weather was going to be chilly today.

That's a surprise, especially in California.

I walk downstairs finding no one. I'm guessing everyone is sleeping until I see a sticky note on the fridge.

'David or Allison, whoever is reading this. Your Dad and I have gone on a long mission. We will be back in a month. This case is serious. We're sincerely sorry, please take care of Toby and yourselves. Love, Mom and Dad,' I read.

A month! Are you serious. Oh my God.. Why did my parents have to work with the government?

I crumple up the sticky note and throw it in the garbage can.

I make myself some cereal and eat on the counter. I place the bowl in the sink after I'm done. I grab my keys from the counter and head outside.

Locking the door; I walk down the sidewalk.

I check the mail and find bills and bills and bills. "Amazing" I say below my breath. *bark bark*

I turn around to find a cute little black dog. "Oh- hi little buddy, what's your name?" I whisper crouching down and petting his head.

I check the collar and read 'Wishbone'. Wishbone? What a cute name. "You must be lost..." I say.

I carry wishbone in my arms and walk around the neighborhood trying to find the owner.

After 30 minutes of walking around, I have lost hope for this poor dog. "If I don't find your owner, I'll take care of you don't worry," I kiss his head and he licks my cheek.

It tickles me making me laugh.

Walking back home with the lost dog in my arms and the mail in my other hand the sun starts settling in more.

I open the front door and close it. I gently place Wishbone on the floor.

He walks around casually smelling everything. He's so cute, I have never seen a dog like him. He must be mixed.

"What the hell is that?" David points at Wishbone with a face of terror.

"A dog?" I state the obvious. "It looks like a rat," he says walking down the stairs; stretching.

I slap the back of his head making him turn his head in surprise.

"What was that for?" He shouts. "He does not look like a rat! He's super cute!" I shout feeling offensive for the dog.

"Looks like a rat to me," he chuckles. "Whatever," I scoff making my way to Wishbone, petting his head.

"Don't listen to him," I whisper. "Are you talking to the dog?" David laughs taking the gallon of milk out of the fridge.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" I shoot back. He throws his hands up in surrender. "Oh by the way mom and dad won't be back in month," I say looking down at my shoes.

"Again?" He shouts; causing him to slam the gallon of milk on the counter.

I nod and make my way to the door. "Where are you going?" David says. "Out, take care of Toby," I say slamming the door before he replies.

Crossing the street I saw posters taped to poles. I ignored it, but then remembered about Wishbone.

I ran to the streetlight pole standing corrected. 'Lost Dog Please Help!' I read.

The picture shown was exactly Wishbone. Then the phone number was below the picture.

Trying to remember the phone number for about 5 minutes, I walked around trying to find a telephone booth.

Since I didn't have a phone I had no choice.

After finally finding one, I waited for the person inside the booth to come out.

The woman inside inhaled her cigarette each second letting the smoke, fog the inside of the small booth each exhale.

After a few minutes she finally came out giving me a disgusted look with her smudged red lipstick.

She walked away smacking her heels on the concrete.

Not surprised in the streets of L.A. I stepped in the booth taking in the scent of urine and cigarettes mixed. This is gonna make me puke.

I took the quarters in my pocket sliding it in the tiny hole. I punched the number I memorized and waited.

After two dials it quickly answered. "Hello? Who is this?" The young male voice shouted with concern. "Hello? I'm calling to say I have your dog," I say.

"Really! This isn't a prank right?" He says with excitement, but then dies down once he mentioned those last words.

"No of course not! I wouldn't waste my money just to call you and say it's a joke," I blur out without out thinking.

"What do you mean?" He asks. "I'm in a telephone booth and it reeks," I say holding my nose. "Haha" he chuckles. His laugh had the nicest tone I have ever heard.

"Well since you probably memorized my number. Can you do the same with my address?" He says.

"Sure," I reply. '60 seconds remaining till the call ends' oh no..

"(Says random address) Did you get all that?" He says. "Yes, when should I come?" I say quickly. "Um - how about tomorrow at 1:20 in the afternoon maybe?"

"Sounds good, but what's your name?" I ask.

"My name is -" 'Your call has ended'

"No!" I sigh slamming the phone back in its place.

After stepping out the booth the people waiting outside to be able to call others; stare at me in disgust.

"Awesome," I sarcastically whisper to myself, walking down the sidewalk with my hands in my pockets, looking down at my shoes.

I know this chapter sucks :( but it gets better :)

Anyways thanks for reading!
Stay cloudy☁️

- Daniela🌙✨