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Chapter 6--Dogs Before Dames

Harper

Logan takes us to a park near campus. There are a few other dogs that are being walked but Sur is the only one that is let off his leash. Logan bounces a tennis ball against the sidewalk before aiming into the yard. He throws the ball as hard as he can. Sur instantly takes off to go catch it.

"I love your dog," I admit. Animals are a weakness of mine. I've always wanted a pet but it never worked out. Living in a foster home, going to college, there was never room for an animal—even a fish.

"He seems to like you too," Logan smiles as Sur makes his way back. "Then again, he likes everyone."

When Sur walks back up to us, he drops the ball at Logan's feet. Logan quickly picks it up before handing it to me. I smile—taking the slobbery ball from him and throwing it as far back out into the park. Sur runs after the ball and I let out a small laugh when he trips up and rolls a bit in the grass before picking himself up.

"If you don't mind me asking," I look up at Logan. He raises his eyebrows at me as if quietly asking me What? "How did Sur lose his leg?"

Logan chuckles, "Dumb dog ran into a street. A car hit him. But he was a stray so in a few days his leg was infected. Some people found him, realized he's nice, and took him to the animal hospital. They amputated and fixed everything else. Next thing, he's at the animal shelter. That's where I found him."

"That's awesome," I beam. We're walking along the sidewalk around the park and I look out towards Sur. He's chewing on the tennis ball and slowly trotting his way back to us. "I've always wanted a cat."

Logan laughs, "I have one of those too. She's a...well...I have no words."

Thinking of Logan having a cat as well makes me rethink what my dancer friends had said. They're right about Logan being considerate. And I can picture his cat being just as amazing as Sur. We keep walking around the small park until we complete a full loop. I begin to realize that although I know Logan can dance amazingly, I don't know a lot about him.

"So," I say kicking a small stone as we walk. Logan looks at me through the corner of his eye. His hands stuffed into his pockets and there's a satisfied glint in his eyes. "What's your story Logan?"

"Please," Logan gives me a heartwarming smile. "Call me Lo."

"Alright," I cross my arms over my chest. "What's your story, Lo?"

His eyebrow raises up at me as his smile suddenly turns into a smirk, "Where do I even begin..."

Logan

Yeah, I'm in a good mood. After last night's break down, I woke up in the middle of the night and walked to my bed where I fell asleep. Sur joined me. He knows he's not allowed to sleep on the bed with me, but I let him anyways. I woke up with my arm over him and as I rolled over he licked my face. I don't know what mankind did to deserve dogs, but thank God we have them.

I'm still shocked that Harper decides to help with the studio. It's weird that she wants to help save something she hardly knows. The rest of the group really took a liking to her. I hope she decides to stay. Not only is she a great dancer, but her smile is always so genuine and happy I find myself wondering how someone can be this cheerful.

Harper asks me how I started dancing. I give her the short version of my having a sister and how my sister is the reason I got into dance. Every time Sur walks back up to us, Harper picks up the ball and throws it back into the grass.

"Why is the dance studio so important to you?" Harper asks me. All of her questions make me realize she's trying to get to know me. It's the typical thing you do when you first start hanging out with someone. I didn't think she'd want to get to know me.