Willow's Tree

11

As both of us entered–Trey before me–my cellphone rang. I shut the door while I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Rebecca. Trey was walking around the house, looking everywhere in his human form. It felt as if he was re-familiarizing himself with his surroundings. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hello?" I answered my cellphone.

"Hey Willow! You know how Olly's sick today? Well, Isaac and I are at her house right now visiting and we were wondering if you wanted to come over too?" I stopped taking my boots off at the new information and lifted my eyes up to Trey.

He was now lying on the couch with the TV turned on. He was flipping through the channels, but looking at me. Trey wasn't looking at my eyes though, but my body. He was looking up, then down, then back up again. I simply raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right over." At that, Trey jolted up and stared into my eyes, finally.

"Where are you going?" he asked as I hung up the phone.

"Olly's sick, so I'll be visiting with the other two." I said as I forced my foot back into my boot. "I'll be back soon. You know where everything is, so you'll be fine on your own, right?"

"You're going to leave me right after I just got back?" he asked incredulously, but his eyes had moved away from my eyes and down to my chest.

I looked down as well to see what he saw. I was bended over, so my shirt was hanging open a bit, revealing my breasts. Slowly, I raised my head and stared at him to see that he was trying to look around me, getting a glance of my hips.

"Dog." I said in a warning tone. "What do you think you're doing?"

He caught me looking and sat up straight once more. "Nothing. I'm just re-familiarizing myself with you, my owner."

My eyes narrowed. "I thought you didn't like be referred to as a pet?" I crossed my arms over my chest, and his eyes shot down to my pushed up breasts. "Dog..."

Trey clicked his tongue. "Would you stop calling me that?"

"Then stop looking at me like that."

"I told you, I'm just re-familiarizing myself with you."

"We've seen each other plenty of times during school. There's nothing to re-familiarize."

He shrugged, seemingly giving up with his side of the argument before he stared into my eyes once more. "Do you really have to leave?"

"What? Do you want me to stay with you?" he nodded. "Too bad. I have to leave, so listen to your owner." I emphasized the last word. He observed me for a bit and then leaned back on the couch and lay down, glaring at the television. Trey's lips were slightly pursed and pushed outward. I scoffed. "Are you pouting?"

"Does it look like I'm pouting?" he slowly said, accenting each word. When I nodded, he added, "Then I guess I'm pouting."

I couldn't help but laugh at his sarcasm as I walked over to him. He was lying down, so I sat on the edge of the couch, next to his stomach. Gently, I petted Trey's silky hair and he looked at me. "I'll be quick, okay?"

"Don't treat me like a pet." He grumbled and I raised an eyebrow.

"What were you expecting? You did call me your owner once at school, remember? That's what our relationship is."

Trey shrugged and I waited for him to add more, but he didn't. He just remained silent, so I laughed lightly again and removed my hand. But quickly, he shot out his and grasped my wrist, tugging me towards him. I fell onto his chest and saw him looking at me with sharp eyes.