I'm Not A Puppy

15

Y'alL I am trash so sorry for taking for fucking ever to get this shit done my life just kind of exploded and now that my love life is lame yet again, I turned to this boi and give you the conclusion.

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I watched the rain fall outside my window. It had a percussive ring to it that soothed me. However, this time it did little to stop the thoughts that rang throughout my head.

Jaxon hadn't spoken to me in four days. Four days. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't comprehend to myself how I could have messed up this badly. At the same time, a part of me is fiercely defendant of my actions- because I may have saved him from getting hurt. A teenage girl and boy, the boy with a broken arm, must have looked like an easy target. 

Why do people assume the girl won't fight? But I suppose, if you were the type of person to threaten people with a knife, you would also lack the intelligence to make that call. 

I thought of sending him an email explaining everything. I thought of just sending him an email telling him to see me so that I could explain everything. Did he break up with me? Will I hear from him again? I knocked my head against the glass in rhythm with the rain. Am I stupid? Why am I always stupid?

Someone knocked on the door downstairs.

Darren called out to me, but I was already on my feet running for the door. My ears caught onto the sound, as they have been waiting for any such cause.

"Emi, he's here." I was running too fast while in socks on the wooden floors, and in my attempt to stop at the front door, my feet glided until I hit the soggy deck of the patio and fell down.

I quickly stood up. Jaxon was right next to me, watching me with cautious eyes. Was he afraid of me?

Darren slowly backed away. "I'll just let you two... I'll just.. I'm gonna.." I'm fairly certain he said other words but I was not paying attention. I forgot how it felt to just stare at him.

Jaxon looks concerned as he looks over me. I hadn't showered since that night, when I had to get the blood off of me. Plus, I was now wet from where I had fallen. 

"My mom is pressing charges. The man was very drunk, and only remembers being attacked by a small dog. A domestic pet obviously, that must have run off after the event. She was one hell of a guard dog. Angel will be missed."

There was a blender turned on in my stomach, and my head was filled with rocks.

"I don't really understand what you are, why you are that way, why you like me, but I know that I don't care. It doesn't make a difference to me, if you are a violent species," he cringed, "or whatever- I don't think I'm doing this correctly."

He grabs my sides and pulls me closer. 

"Emi, I just didn't want you to get into trouble. I'm not afraid of you. I'm only afraid of losing you. For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm in some cheesy love story. The songs make sense! The nights away from you seem long. I know that this has probably been the most clumsy, and overly dramatic build-up of all time, but would you please be my girlfriend?"

My soul left my body just a little bit, and my heart was speeding on the freeway. Dots seasoned the edge of my vision and the ground seemed to sway underneath me. Luckily, Jaxon had a tight grip. However, it may very well have been his grip that was giving me problems.

"Jaxon, you little bitch of course I want to be your girlfriend. Just please, text me next time. Don't leave me hanging for four days. I'm an emotionally compromised teenage girl, I can't handle four days."

He embraces me, my head caught in between his chest and shoulder. He rests his chin on the top of my head.

"Me neither."

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"You don't mind at all that I was your dog?" I stared at him from across the counter top. Jaxon was shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth. With his mouth full of food, and the goofiest grin, he responds. His eyebrows wiggle.

"Not at all, because you were mine." Internally, I fan girl hard and almost flail off the stool. However, on the outside I keep it reigned in and just smile at him. It was so annoying how much he made me love the cheesy things.

"So, want to go to the movies later today, puppy?" My nose crinkles. This bitch.

"Yeah, I do."

And so, the evening would turn out just perfect. I would cuddle up to Jaxon in the theatre, and eat his popcorn. It would end up being a race however, because that boy could eat. Unbeknownst to me, this would be the first of many perfect evenings, made so only by the boy next to me. Jaxon would eventually become a vet, and I would eventually take up business within my pack. We would eventually have kids, and eventually, everyone would die.

Glamorous, I know.

However, as is the whimsical methodology of time, I only knew of the now. And right now, I was eating a churro on a swing, after the movie. Jaxon was dangling upside down from the monkey bars. Something was bugging me.

I turned to him. "Just for clarification, I'd like to point something out."

He was attempting to eat his churro upside down, and was not the most talented at it. I got up from my swing and made my way towards him. I stopped in front of him, and then bent down to get at his eye level.

"What's that?"

I leaned in, and with sugar coated lips, kissed him. Against his lips, I murmured an after thought. He pulled back. 

"What was that?" My edges of my eyes crinkled.

"I'm not a puppy."