(Prepare yourselves for what I BELIEVE is a very long, but eventually crappy, chapter due to the ever so sweet(not) 3-month writer's block, hence the weird intro below and a Christmas reference later on in a song. Don't pay attention to anything that says when I was editing the intro. Today is March 9,2014, all that stuff in the intro was done 2 months ago so yea. I think I've said enough, and so has the title of this chapter...adieu!)
AYOO!!How long has it been since I updated? A week after Thanksgiving, now it's almost the end of January -.-' I'm sowwy I've left ya hanging all this time if u were waiting anyways. It's just, serious writer's block on dis....augghh(ALSO CAUSE THIS STORY APPARENTLY HAS NO ACTUAL PLOT BECAUSE IT'S MY FIRST xD..WELP, I STARTED LIKE A NOOB, BETTER FINISH LIKE A NOOB)...The other story I started, AND the fact that first semester finals are next(this week while I'm editing this part) week so that also gets in the way..AND the internet on my phone wouldn't work..AND Google Chrome wouldn't let me log onto wattpad..FUCK U GOOGLE!!FUCK. YOU! SO MANY PROBLEMS!! D: So erm..yea, let's get to it!(I want to make POV's shorter....or the chapters themselves...but it never EVER happens. My brain just won't let me)
(It's waaaaaaay past the time that I wrote all that but I'm leaving it because I feel like it. And like I said I don't know when I'll update, or if I ever will again. It just depends so yea BAIIII!!!!:D)
~~Ty Pov~~
Sky was still asleep on the couch. It was already ten but I'd gotten up earlier to clean up a bit upstairs and I felt it was better to just let him sleep. Not like he's going anywhere. Everything except the window is basically done. The blankets were in the washer. I managed to move one of the dressers in from of the window. Just for now though, still gotta replaced the glass. I'm surprised he's stayed asleep with all that ruckus. Well sort of, but not really. I mean, he has been out for three months but, I don't think that counts as actual sleep. He started to mumble and stirred a bit then he stopped. I wonder when he's gonna wake up. "Psst...Sky?" I said softly poking his arm. He stayed still. Yep, he's definitely out. 'Hm, is there any pancake mix left?' I thought. It might wake him up. Then again, probably not, it's been almost a week since I actually went grocery shopping, so there's either very little or none at all. I walked over to the pantry and opened it. Everything but pancake mix. Yay. I'll just leave a note for him. Grabbing a sticky notepad from the counter, I wrote that I'd be out at the store and would get back as soon as I could. Sky mumbled again and almost rolled off the couch. I put a few pillows on the floor just in case and stuck the note on his forehead them pushed him back up. He can't miss the note....then again, look who I'm talking about. I grabbed the keys and headed out.
~~Sky POV(dangit I keep accidentally writing Adam because that's what he goes by in the other book xD....which I also need to work on....dammit..) ~~
I heard a door slam and jumped. Where's Ty? Huh, guess I slept in or something and I- WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY CAN'T I SEE ANYTHING!?AH! IM BLIND!I CAN'T S-..oh wait, never mind. I grabbed the paper that was stuck to my face and read it. "Didn't want to wake you. We ran out of pancake mix," I stopped reading and yelled. 'Not the pancakes!' I thought and continued reading, "cue the scream of terror :) ...so I'm out getting some k? I'll try not to take too long so, yeah. Love you <3" I set the paper on the coffee table beside me. Well, he's gone..BUT WE GONNA EAT DEM PANCAKES!WOOTWOOT!..now what? "Bark!" Oh that's right. I forgot about Buddy. "Hey Buddy, how ya doin'?" He barked again and sat in front of me. I leaned forward and scratched behind his ear. He whimpered and nudged his small head against my leg. "You're my little hero aren't you?" I smiled. Buddy stayed quiet for a few seconds before running to the kitchen. "Buddy? What are you doing?" He ran back and handed me a rope toy. "Oh. You wanna play? Huh? Do ya? Yeah, I bet you do! Don't you" I teasingly shook the rope in front of his face. "BarkBarkBark!!" Buddy bit down on the other end and started tugging on it. For a dog his size he's pretty damn strong. Once in awhile I'd take the rope and toss it across the room, he'd go after it and nearly break something, which he didn't thankfully, I don't think Ty would be very happy coming home to a mess. He dropped the rope and ran in circles around the couch. "How in the world did Ty handle you all that time? You don't stop!" I laughed. Eventually, after a surprising ten minutes of nothing but running around, Buddy was all worn out and nearly crashed into the TV but he tripped on a pillow. "C'mere boy." I said patting the spot next to me. He simply shook it off, jumped in my lap instead and curled up into a little ball. I smiled down at the little white ball of fluff and started petting him till he was asleep. When he's up and running, there's no stopping him, but once he's done, he's as sweet as a little baby. The door opened and Ty walked in. "Oh, you're awake!" I turned to him and put a finger up to my lips. He looked at my lap and giggled, "How'd you manage to do that?" "Do what? He never did this to you?" Ty shook his head and closed the door, "He'll fall asleep but he never sits on my lap. Just lays on the kitchen floor or on your side of the bed." He smiled. "Jealous much?" I teased. Ty stuck his tongue out at me and started walking to the kitchen. I'll take that a yes. "You hungry?" "You don't even know." I smiled. He nodded and set the two bags in his hands on the table. "Oh, I almost forgot," Ty went back out the front door. I heard the car door open and shut. The car beeped(like some do when you lock them with the buttons on the key, obviously) and he walked back in. This time holding a pair of crutches. "You're probably gonna whine about not wanting to use trying wheelchair so I went to the hospital and asked for these instead. They're probably more useful to be honest." He smiled and set them down next to me. "Tank you Tyyy!!" (yes I meant to put 'tank') I leaned up and kissed his cheek making him turn red and he went to make breakfast.
