Whisper

Will This Become Routine

"Dude! You've changed!" Kayden yelled in excitment. "You can talk!" his old friend, I guessed he was, replied. They gave eachother a handgrip and a slap on the back kind of hug, but they didn't let go for a moment.

Yap Yap!

Yeah, I used to have a friendship like that... I smiled sadly.

"So who's the chick?" his friend asked, looking over at me. "Troy, cut it. She busted our asses out of that White Jacket Retail Shop." Kayden joked about where we just escaped from. "Kassidy." I smiled, "And this is Milo." I bent over, and picked her up.

"Ain't she cute." Troy admired. "He's talking 'bout you, Kass." Kayden informed me. I blushed, and laughed it off. "Thanks." I said, still blushing.

"C'mon, you guys need a lift?" Troy offered.

"Thanks bud. That'd be great." Kayden answered.

Kayden hopped into the passenger seat, and I followed Milo into the back. I was greeted by a large dog, that I'd assumed was Troys. He barked defensively, and I didn't flinch. I smirked, "You don't scare me." I smiled. He stopped growling, and laid down on the chair behind the Kayden. Milo went up to this dog, and greeted him with a few licks over the nose.

"That's Shady." Troy informed me as he switched the gear into drive. I didn't buckle my seatbelt on, I never did. I guess it was just habit, because the buses never had them either. I locked the back doors and I laid with my back against the side behind driver Troy.

I looked back to see Milo curling up beside Shady's shoulder, and they both seemed quite comfortable. The truck moved forward, and I relaxed. If Kayden knew this guy, it means we might have a leg up.

I went and sat in the middle of the back seats. Shady's eyes looked me over and relaxed again. I pat Milo, and I could tell he felt a delighted by my soothing touch. I also patted Shady up along his nose and between his eyes, and down along his back.

It soon became a rythme. Nose, eyes, back. Nose, eyes, back. Nose, eyes, back. Nose, eyes... back... nose... eyes...

I awoke to the blinding light beating through the window. The passing trees made the sun flash, and it made me cover my eyes with my wrist. I rolled over, and felt the breathing of a big resting Anatolian Sheppard under the right side of my face, and not much room between me and something else.

I tiredly opened my eyes, blocking out the sun, and looked through one barely open eye. The back of the seat was no more than an inch away from my face.

I felt something lying out across my body, and chose to check it out. Someone had placed a paw patterned blanket across my body, and it had keep me incredibly warm. The movement came to an unexpected stop, and I slipped down into the legs space in the back.

I heard two voices laughing. "Hey..." I grumbled tiredly. "Oh, you're awake?" Kayden asked. "No shit." I said sitting up. I positioned myself back up on the backseat, and we moved forward again. "Hungry?" Troy asked. "Yeah." I admitted. "And I gotta piss!" Kayden threw in. I facepalmed, but also needed to aswell.

The truck stopped about 20 minutes later, and I leaned up to check out the area. This was a little old country style town. There was one major road, with trees and parking lots running through the middle. The were shops along the outer side of the road, and diagonal parking lots along the curb too.

Kayden was beginning to dance in his seat. "So uh where's the toilet?" he said hurriedly. "Don't even think 'bout pissing in my car!" Troy stated. I laughed, and it made Kayden just as uncomfortable.

We pulled into a small McDonalds outlet on the side of the road. Looking promising that they'd have a toilet, Kayden bolted in. The dogs both got out of the car as I held the door open for them and Troy, Shady, Milo and I all cruised in together.

As we walked in, the register was down the walkway, with tables running along the outside. There were stairs to the right, that ran along the wall and up. I assumed it followed through into another seating room. It was small, but it was cozy and modern. I liked it.

I looked over and saw a sign. It was blue, and had 'TOILETS' written in white, with a man with a cape and a man without one standing in white boxes. They were upstairs, so I went. Milo followed, and Troy came along behind me.

"Don't be doing your hair or anything stupid..." Troy told me. I saluted sarcastically and turned to push open the door with a man with a cape on it.

I reckon a lady must have designed that. Girls are so awesome! We get capes! I silently cheered to myself. I instruced Milo to stay under the sinks, and locked the cubicle. I relaxed, and did what I had to do.

"Aww! So cute!" I heard some lady adore. She sounded to be in her twenties, and was referring to Milo, who suddenly crawled under the door and sat in the corner infront of me.

Good thing I was appropriately covered...

I punched the button, making the flush echo through the room, and unlocked the door. I went and washed my hands, and tried to avoid her gaze, who I could feel looking at me in the mirror. I tried to look down, and kept my hair down below my face.

I also kept my gaze down as I exited. I held the door open for Milo, and followed through. I found Shady sitting up on a table towards the back. Milo went over and jumped up on the chair, then up next to him. Shady sat with his paws hanging over the table, and he's body was aligned with the booth style chairs.

Troy came and snuck up behind me. "You wanna go get something?" "First off, don't try and sneak up on me," I stated turning around to face him. "And second... second..." I countinued slowly. "Yes?" he rolled his tongue.

Ahaa... crap.

Only now have I gotten a chance to stop and look at Troy's appearance. His eyes were dark, ever dark brown. His hair a honeycomb colored emo style. He was broad, and he looked pretty rebelious.

He started slowly walking into me, and without much thought, I began to walk backwards. "Troy..." I murmured, but he continued to make me step backwards one more time, and one more time again.

"Hey..." I tried putting my hands up against his chest, to try and stop him. It worked momentarily, until he brought his hands up and grasped my wrists. He instructed me backwards with his strength, and I felt myself edging closer to the booth.

He grinned, clearly enjoying this. My calfs hit the seat of the both, and I held myself up as he held onto me. But then he decides to continue pushing me back. My back was now against the wall, my legs bent up slightly and my wrists pinned against the wall. Troy sat over me, with each of his legs over each side of my legs. He sat almost right up to my body.

"Troy!..." I whimpered, my voice sounding weaker than I had hoped. He just sat over me, closing the gap between our lips. As much as I tried, my head wouldn't melt into the wall. I tried facing away, but he bought my wrists together above my head and used his right hand to adjust my face.

"What's wrong?" he mocked. "Nothing." I threw back with a growl in my voice, even though I was lying. "Will you get off me?" I asked, still avoiding eye contact by looking to the left.

"You're hurting Kassidy..." he whispered, his lips inching closer to the right side of my neck. Let me help you..." he offered.

Where the fuck's Kayden?!