Drive|| Joshler

Three

The rain cascaded down the window as I read the book Dallon had given me. Apparently Life of Pi had a movie, but I wasn't ever aware of it until the book cover said so. The apartment was perfectly cold, allowing me to curl up on the couch, drink coffee, and read.

Josh had left not too long ago to go to the store and buy the necessities (meaning he was getting more than actually needed), but I'd already heard the sound of his car door slamming, the poor old battered car, it was still in awful condition.

I got out of my little blanket shell and looked out the front window. Josh's jacket was tightly wrapped around himself, hood pulled over his head. I'd ran to the front door, opening it and hearing him come up the stairs quickly.

"Hey, get inside, storm's getting bad," Josh said, panting a bit. I nodded and made way for him.

Something was inside his jacket.

"Josh?"

He pulled it out. It was a ratty, soaked, shaky, little mutt. The poor dog's fur was matted down with water, dirt, grime, and lots of ticks and fleas. It looked like a perfect candidate for an ASPCA commercial.

"Who's this little guy? And where's our food?" I asked reaching my hands out to take the pup while Josh shucked his jacket off.

"The roads are closed off because of flooding, so while I was trying to reroute and get back home, I passed by that alley next to the pub and stuff, yeah? And I saw some kids going after her and trying to kick her and stuff, so I got out of my car and yelled at them and scared them off. She was just sitting in the corner, Ty, she looked like she was ready to just give up. I picked her up and put her in the car with the heat cranked and jacket on her," he rushed.

"It's okay, we can order something from that chinese place on the corner. Let's just get her into a warm bath and cut her hair, yeah?"

The next- I kid you not- three fucking hours were spent on getting that poor puppy cleaned.

"She's gonna get big, Tyler. Maybe she could be your service dog, yeah?"

I looked at the puppy. She had beautiful hazel eyes, the kind you'd see on people of a darker skin tone. She kept her nose stuck in the little blanket on the couch we'd wrapped her in.

"Yeah."

3. Get a pet of my own.