Broken Toys

A friend or two never hurt

Setting her rump on the stainless steal Tinkerbell looked over at me expectantly, her ears dangling by her face. Andrew turned a faucet and the water came out. Instant panic registered on Tinks face and she tried to scramble up the high walls of the sink. Barking quietly and whimpering she jumped at the wall over and over again. Andrew turned off the water and she settled back down almost instantly panic gone from her eyes. He turned on the faucet but this time put the water right on her not causing the drumming sound of the water hitting the sink. She wiggled a little but was mostly still. "Huh." He said sounding thoughtful. "I think we have someone here who doesn't like rain." He said swinging his head at me. This movement caused a few chunks of hair to flip out of his eyes then right back above them. Blinking I recovered from my awed staring I didn't realize I had been doing , "we haven't had her long so I wouldn't know." I shrugged. "She was fine with the ocean though." I said looking at Tink as he turned the faucet off. "The ocean is a normal everyday sound to her I guess, the metal sound isn't exactly the most natural sound in the world. " he said scrubbing soap that smelled like bubble gum into her dripping fur. "That actually makes sense I guess." I mused back rubbing Tinks long dangly ears. She shifted in the sink, her long claws clinking on the metal. Andrew reached over my head to a shelf that was above my head. He was a few inches taller and I suddenly found myself eye level with a nose. I stumbled backwards into a tray cart holding sharp metal objects. Ouch is all I can say. As I slit my palm, squealing, Andrew used his left arm, Not reaching for the puppy conditioner to catch me wrapping his hand around my waist in a vice grip but knocking the conditioner over with his right hand and it landed, opening on my head. Tinkerbell was barking and had somehow managed to turn the water on and it was spraying everywhere, the hose whipping around. She was scared to death, I was bleading and covered in bubblegum smelling gooey stuff and Andrew was still holding my waist. Waking in on the scene you would see what it really means to have a chaotic situation. Andrew lifted me up bridal style, grabbing the towel originally meant to dry my little puppy an pressed it into my hand. He stopped for a moment and looked right into my eyes. For all of three seconds his look changed from one of worry to one of amusement with a stupid smirk on his face. He reached above me again setting his hand on my leg. "Don't move this time bubble gum, I don't bite." He's face got close to mine again as he reached his arm up to grab two more towels. He set the first larger one on my leg where his hand had been a moment before and I got a whiff of sea salt mixed with that spicy guy smell. My unhurt hand, my left one, brushed his bare arm as I brought it over to lay on the towel. He flinched away like I had burned him with my finger tips and I giggled. "Bubble gum? Where'd you get that from?" I questioned wrapping the towel around my hand an giving him a fake unpleased look as he picked up a now calm Tinker bell. She leaned forward in his arms to sniff my hand and lick the one uncovered by the towel. "The puppy conditioner, it smells like bubble gum and its all over you and now that's how i'll remember you, covered in pink goop, bubble gum." He added for affect. Wait, he'd always have me remembered by looking horrid covered in pink gop, and him having to hear me scream and get cut? Great first impression, ugh. I stared at him gape mouthed for a moment before I finally paid attention to my hand a line ran from the bottom of my thumb to my pinkie, it was a semi deep gash dripping blood already. "And I'll remember you because I might have a scar." I retorted looking straight at him. His eyes widened and then he looked around. "Th the there's gauze around here somewhere!" He stammered out looking so apologetic I almost felt bad then a blop of sticky stuff fell from my head to the floor. I watched it sploosh onto the ground and then a pair of feet appeared in my line of vision, "Hey Andr.... What the heck happened to you Summer!" Drake exclaimed taking in my hair and the now almost all red towel. "Drake it's okay, I'm only slightly mortally wounded, Andrew caught me before I could fall on more of the scalpels, and this," I indicated to my ruined hair, "Was all his doing." "Well excuse me from saving you cluts." He muttered a little to loudly, "Hey, leave her be she's new around here." Drake reprimanded. Then Jeff walked in looking at a clip board. ."Drake did you find... Whoa, what happened here?"

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I'm pretty sure most of you are mad at me but I'm sorry! School is tough I'm just a freshman and the homework is a little overwhelming. We're doing a musical and I'm doing show choir and phew I'm tired! Anyway thanks for reading and sticking with me! I was wondering, do you guys like Andrew so far? What about Summer? Any thing you guys have thoughts on, say away! I'm here to listen! Thanks again!

Xoxo Emily