MyStreet FanFic

New Years Resolution

So, after Christmas, and the snowed-in incident, I found myself quickly searching for a way to get out of Resolutions for my New Year, on my new street. I'm not a fan of new years or of the resolutions and traditions. One especially, of the New Years Midnight Kiss. That one just gives me shivers, and not the good kind. Diego went running around the house, barking at anything and everything he could. Digging in things, as if he was looking for something. Quickly my mind snapped back and remembered a list from when I was a teenager and I got up from my place on the couch, quickly chasing him around the house to try and stop him.

"DIEGO NO!" I shout and tackle with full force, "THAT LIST IS STAYING HIDEN FOR A REASON!" My force with Diego didn't last long as I was forced to my back and he bolted into the spare bedroom, which I used for my potions! "DIEGO N-" Before I even finished speaking a large crash was heard and there was a low crying sound following it. I knew right away that a section of my miscellaneous potions had fallen onto Diego, and the reaction. I was worried to see.

"KYA! WE KNOW YOU'RE HOME!" I heard Garroth scream from downstairs. Laurance was next to scream but I just ignored them as I slowly stood up and turned the corner in equal slowness. Watching as to what I would see. Hoping it wasn't what I thought it was. Greatly, and terribly, I was wrong about both. I had thought it would've been the final cry to the friend I loved since childhood, but instead, it was only but another child, laying across the floor. Halfway hidden under boxes. From what I could make the brown fur he use to have became a mess of brown hair, with little light brown tips. His skin was a tanned white and he appeared to be dressed in an old hoodie that I had as a child. My first reaction, scream. Let's just say that was my only reaction at that time, as the room fell onto its side and faint screams got louder. I could watch all of the world racing around me though, as my eyes, unlike my ears, never shut.

I saw Garroth and Laurance turn the corner from the stairs. Garroth dropped to my side. Laurance dropped, to who I could only believe was Diego's side. Garroth scoped me up in his arms. He turned back to Laurance and I saw the boy in his arms. Much clearer. He wore, not my old hoodie, but a friend's old sweatshirt. He also wore a pair of loose blue jeans and no shoes. As Garroth stood there, possibly because him and Laurance were shouting at each other. I watched the little boy shift around in Laurance's arms. His eyes began to force open as Garroth turned and ran me to my room. Laurance and that boy never showed up. Though, for a moment, I felt as if, I was being shaken on my bed. By something. But I couldn't see what. My body refused to move.

All my focus came to when I felt tears drop onto my arm. I shot up like a rocket and the first thing I saw, I pulled my arms around. Out of instinct only. I look down and see deep brown eyes staring into my own. I shake my head and look up to see Garroth and Laurance staring at myself and the little boy who now was crying into my shirt.

"It's Diego," I mouthed to them, "Potions." They looked slightly dumbfounded but nodded at my explanation. I couldn't believe that Diego was human. I began to feel a dumbfounded expression reach my face as he looked up to me.

"I-I'm scared..." He cries softly, "What happened?" I pick him up and set him on my bed, seeing the small Pup like ears coming from his brown hair and the tail coming from just under the sweatshirt.

"It's okay. It's okay," I tell him, "We'll find a way to fix this."

"WE'LL?!" Garroth and Laurance shout in unison. Laurance begins his runoff that they had nothing to do with it, Garroth doing the same, both of them frantically explaining different versions. I see in the corner of my eye that Diego's ears have flopped down and he's holding them to his head.

"ENOUGH!!!" I shout at the top of my lungs, "I meant I will. You two will be watching him at your house. I have to figure out what potions hit him. Luckily the name tags didn't vanish with the bottles."