Dog Pound

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The red head strolled down the street, a small collie trotting by his side. Greyson was beyond excited to see this girl he'd been talking to again. He didn't actually think she would be that pretty, or young for that matter. But, in actuality, she wasn't that younger than him.

He saw the park in the distance, and from where he was he could already hear children laughing. A few dogs running around here and there, but no white American bulldog and no brown haired beauty.

Greyson felt his mouth tug into a frown when he didn't immediately see her. Walking a bit father down the sidewalk, Grey and his dog finally entered the park, the frown still plastered on his face.

"Heyo!" Someone shouted, and jumped onto Grey's back, laughing hysterically.

"Holy shit!" Grey yelped, finally composing himself and looking down to see Box sitting in front of him.

"Hey Grey with an E." Blair grinned, still snickering.

"Hey B." Grey laughed, letting the girl readjust herself on his back.

"Is that Rose?" Blair asked, pointing at the collie, who just stared back at them with a confused look.

"Yep." Grey smiled proudly at his dog.

"Carry me to that tree, peasant!" Blair jokingly commanded, smiling as Grey carried her over to the tree she had pointed at.

"Okay. Now get off of me." Grey tried to shake her off, but Blair had a firm grip, and she wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"Damn woman. Seriously, are you a body builder?" Grey grumbled, finally giving up.

"I was lifting 100 pounds at 11." Blair grinned, finally hopping off his back. Grey stared wide-eyed at her, to which she returned the look with a smug one of her own.

"Seriously?" Greyson gawked at her, glancing down at his stick arms.

"Yes." Blair rolled her eyes, sitting down on the grass and leaning against the tree.

"So basically, you were a mutant child." Grey said casually, sitting down beside her. Rose and Box trotted over to them, each laying next to their companions.

"I was not." Blair glared at the red headed boy. "I was just always good at lifting. My mom was always a good runner, and my dad played football for a bit." Blair said finally, shrugging.

Blair glanced around the park, tensing when she saw one group of boys she was really hoping she wouldn't see that day.

"Shizzle sticks." Blair muttered, pushing more of her dark brown hair into her face.

"What?" Grey asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No one. I mean nothing." Blair stuttered, glancing around once more.

"Do you like kids?" Greyson said suddenly, confusing Blair with his strange question.

"Nope. Not at all." Blair replied immediately, shaking her head.

She absolutely hated kids. Why? Well maybe it was the time the girl she was baby sitting lit her hair on fire. Or, it was the time chewed up apple slices got chucked at her face. Perhaps it was the day that a bottle of grape juice got poured on her head, making her hair and skin become purple for the next few days.

I guess we will never know.

"Then why'd you chose the park to meet?" Grey asked, raising an eyebrow at her, an inquisitive look on his face.

"Because it's peaceful. And dogs are allowed here." Blair said simply, gesturing a hand around.

"Hey Blair?"

"Hm?"

"Why'd you chose to stick with me?"

Blair thought this over for a second before answering. "I didn't. You just happened to work at the exact same dog pound I wanted to buy my dog at, and you just happened to become one of my friends."

"You consider me a friend?" Grey smiled, happiness dancing through his amber eyes.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy." Blair patted his shoulder, sending him a mockingly sympathetic look.

Grey glared at the girl, his gaze a little more softer with her than with others.

"Oh hey! Guys look it's Blair!" A male voice shouted out.

"For fuck's sake." Blair groaned, scooting closer to Grey as the group of boys strode towards them.

"Who are they?" Grey asked quietly.

"Fucking bullies, that's who. Don't make eye contact, and don't talk either." Blair said sternly, and Grey nodded.

"Hey Barf." One of the boys sauntered up to the front of the group.

Blair, already used to being called that, just rolled her eyes at them. And apparently, they didn't like that. He stomped on her foot, and the loud crack of her nail breaking seemed to satisfy them, so they just walked away laughing. Blair glared at their retreating figures, slowly pulling off her boot to inspect the damage.

Half her nail had been completely torn off, and now dangled at a painfully awkward position.

"Let's get you home." Grey said, his voice strained. He wanted to set those boys straight, but refrained from it, for the sake of Blair and himself.

"Yeah." Blair nodded stiffly, sucking in a quick breath as Grey helped her to her feet.

"Dog leash?" Grey looked over at her, and Blair pulled out a red leash from her back pocket.

Grey put both dogs on their leashes, and kept one arm looped around Blair. When they made it to her house, Blair hugged Grey and smiled at him.

"And as long as you live, don't tell anyone about this? Okay?" Blair pointed a finger in his face for extra authority.

"Yes ma'am." Grey rolled his eyes, though he mentally had his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Well. Thanks for the fun. I'll call you later." Blair smiled at him again, taking Box's leash out of his hand.

"Call yah later." Grey smiled back at her, before pausing to lean down and peck Blair lips, then taking off sprinting, Rose running by his side.

Blair just burst out laughing, shaking her head and walking into her house.

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