I've been taken

Nightmare

I lay on the couch, my hand dangling off the side, allowing Juno to freely lick away at my hand. It's been a week since Wes took me in and it's been the best days of my life. Tuesday, the day after he took me in, we had went down to this cute park to let Juno play, and we got to know each other more. Actually, this whole past week we've gotten to be really close. It's crazy.

I feel like I've known him my whole life. I mean, I know his birthday, his favorite hobbies, that his mom and dad gave him up for adoption and his adoption parents have passed. I learned that juno was originally going to be put down, but he had rescued her. I just feel like I'm a part of their little family. It's so amazing, I feel so relaxed and at peace. I never would've though I'd ever feel like this, but here I am. But I do have that little twinge of something that just comes out of nowhere every now and then.

I don't know what it is though. Regret? Sadness? Curiosity?

It could be anything, but I'm not worried about it too much. Things here at Wes's house are keeping me way too occupied to even give any of those things a second though, and to me that's a good thing. I shouldn't think too much.

"Hey, Emma."

I lift my head to look over the couch, when I see Wes.

"What?" I say.

He pulls out a bag and I squint, "Well? I don't exactly have supervision, derp." I say launching myself over the couch to grab it from him.

He snatches it back, "Uh,uh,uh. You can't see it, not yet."

"Well then why'd you mess with me?"
"No reason." He grins and turns around, heading into the kitchen.

"Weirdo." I cooed.

I turn around but before I know it something splats on my back.

"What in the name of baby Jesus!" I squeal clutching my back to feel something sticky seep into my hand.

I groan and look at the dark brown substance. "What is this?" I sniff it and Furrow my eyebrows. I turn around to see Wes squirting a bottle of chocolate sauce in his mouth.

"Really." I say.

"Yup." He gargles with half a bottle of sauce in his mouth.

I shake my head and lick my hand clean. "Gimme some."

"No." He hides the bottle behind his back.

"Dude, I'm serious. Give me the bottle. Now." He knew how much I loved my chocolate. He loved the stuff too, that's why he was trying to mess with me.

"Give me it!" And before I know it, I'm pulling at his shirt screaming at him to give me the bottle of delicious chocolate.

"Just give me the bottle!" I say attempting to once more grab the bottle from him.

"Nope." He says, I finally turn around and cross my arms. "Fine."

I march over to the sofa and flop down, belly first, covering my face. I huff and sniff. I hear juno whimper and before I know it her heavy body bounces on my back.

"Tell me you aren't crying over a bottle of chocolate."

I don't say a word and I hear a sigh. "I know you're playing around and as soon as I get all sappy and come over to make sure you're okay, you're going to jump on me and attack me for this thing." I feel something hit my back and I jump up, grabbing the bottle. "Thank you!" I chirp and he rolls his eyes walking out of the room as I guzzle the sweetness from the bottle, petting Juno all the while.

I set it back down on the table and sigh.

I grab the remote and turn on the t.v. feeling bored out of my mind.