London's POV
Quinta goes over and reads the note. She walks past me after she reads. I hear the door slam and I go follow her.
"Quinta, where are you going?" I ask. She pats the seat next to me and I sit down. She starts driving down a vey familiar road.
Then I realize.
"We are not going to Patricia's house!" I scream.
She nods and smiles.
"We are getting that dog back." Quinta reassures.
I smack her in the arm. "What?!" She asks.
"We are not kidnapping the dog. If we have to do this, we will do this right. Like, getting a lawyer, and papers."
"But that's so much work!!!" Quinta whines. I roll my eyes.
"Now let's go to the LAPD." I say. Quinta looks confused. "The Los Angeles Police Department." I groan and we pull over.
We get out of the car and switch seats. I'm driving now.
I didn't notice where we pulled over. Chris's house. I watch it for a second and see a car pull in.
Chris comes out with Scout. I gasp. He yanks him into the house.
He isn't a good owner. Scout should be mine.
We quickly drive to the LAPD. Quinta stops in the doorway.
I turn around and she says something. "Don't we have to go to work?"
I mouth the word, oh. We head to the car and drive back to the office. I call my parents and tell them the bad news.
I get off work early. So does Quinta. We head back to the LAPD.
When we get there, I see Chris with Scout on a leash.
"What are you doing here, Chris. And with my dog, too." I yell. Everyone stares at me.
He says the thing I was worried about.
"I'm getting custody over the dog."
Authors note:
Chris has Scout now! What will he do? Don't forget to vote, comment, and follow. There will be a follow back.
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Vintage Nerd
AléatoireLondon is a year out of college. She works at a YouTube channel business. She is not in any of the videos, though. She got an apartment half off. She doesn't work on the weekends. That's when she babysits. She loves vintage. Vintage clothes, furnit...
