I'm running through the streets, not having a care in the world. I'm twirling in the middle of the street. Then, I see a bright light, and I hear a honk. I sprung up from my dream, instantly regretting it. I groan and hold my head. I look around and see I'm not in my bedroom.
"Where am I?" I ask myself. I grab my my head and walk downstairs. I push open the kitchen door and see him. I see Louis.
"What the hell am I doing here?" I scream. Louis jumps and turns to look at me.
"You scared me, Les!" He says, clutching his heart.
"What am I doing here? What happened last night? Where's Brooke? How-" I cut myself off by a loud groan. It's like a thousand needles being pushed into my head. This is why I'm not allowed to go drinking without Brooke. I tend to get a little... carried away.
"Here you go." Louis gave me a cup of tea and two pills for my head. I quickly drank it and sat in a chair.
"Listen, sorry for freaking out, but if I'm not home right now my Mum is gonna get angry, very angry." Lie. I don't care what my Mum says, I just need to leave quick.
"So, can you just tell me what happened to my car?"
"I think your friend took it." He answered. Just great. Brooke can't drive. She's old enough, but she can't drive. I'd be lucky if there were a few scratches on my car.
"How about I give you a ride home?"
"Screw this, I'm not walking. Drive me home!" I said. He laughed and grabbed his keys. We walked out of his house and I winced at the light. He chuckled again.
'What's so funny?' I thought. He grabbed his sun glasses and gave them to me.
"Here." I ignored him and put the glasses on. The ride was quiet. Not an awkward quiet, though, I just chose not to speak. If I kept talking to him, I would keep falling for him. I certainly don't want that!
"Where do you live?" He asked.
"Just take a right here, and keep going straight until you see a big house. You can't miss it. A few minutes later, we arrived at my house. I took off the sun glasses and gave it to him.
"Keep them." He smiled. I murmured a thanks and walked to the back of the house. Mum was probably home, so I decided to climb through my window. I threw the glasses across the room, and stripped down to change into my pajamas. When I finished, I walked down stairs to grab a banana. What can I say? If I could marry a banana, I would.
"Where have you been?"
"Shoot." I whispered to myself. Dad was home early from his business trip, and he absolutely hated it when I wasn't home when he was.
"Hi, Daddy!" I faked a sweet voice.
"I came home early last night, and you weren't home! Where were you?" His deep, British, accent rang. My Dad was terrifying when he was angry.
"I went to a club with Brooke. No biggie." I answered, grabbing a banana, milk, and strawberries. His eyes seemed to pop right out of his head.
"Well, I'm going to be home for two weeks, and I want you home every second of every day! Understand?" He asked. I could honestly care less. I will leave when I want to, and come back whenever I want to. I poured milk, bananas, strawberries, ice, and some yogurt into the blender.
"I never got how parents say 'understand'. I mean, I heard you say it about a million times. I think I would 'understand' by then." I said, shrugging. His face turned bright red.
'I got him mad.' I thought.
"Go to your room!" It boomed through the house as if he said it through a megaphone. I put up my index finger.
"Hold up, I'm making my milkshake."
"My milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard, and they're like, 'It's better than yours'." I murmured to myself.
'OK, Leslie, you've had your fun. You should stop now. He looks like he's about to blow up.' I thought. I poured my milkshake into a cup and started walking upstairs.
"You better stay home for the whole two weeks!" He screamed again.
"I'm not promising anything!" I yelled back. I shut the door and locked it. Then, I turned on my radio and put in one of my favorite disks. I plopped down on my bed and drank my milkshake, listening to the loud booming of my music. I grabbed my laptop and logged into Tumblr. I only spent a few minutes looking through my dashboard before I decided I was done. I shut down the screen and went to my open window.
"Woof." I thought I heard that. I looked around and saw nothing.
"I must be going nuts." I told myself.
"You're already nuts, Leslie. I mean, look at you, you're talking to yourself!" I said again.
"Woof." OK, that one was louder. I definitely heard that one. I climbed out of my window and onto my roof.
"Woof." There it goes again. I climbed down my roof and looked around. Nothing.
"Hello?" I called out. I walked toward the back of my house to see a golden retriever. He instantly ran to me when he saw me.
"Hey, buddy. Where's your owner?" I asked. The dog, obviously, didn't answer back. I shrugged and took the dog with me.
"You're mine now." I said. I helped him onto the roof and through my window, to my room. He looked around and started sniffing things in the room.
"I think I'll name you Buddy." I said. He wagged his tail and I smiled. I'm really sweet and nice when it comes to animals.
"Now listen, Buddy, for now, you're my dirty, little secret, so no barking, OK?"
"Woof!" This dog was not too good at listening. Best part is, neither was my Dad. I put my index finger to my lips.
"Shh, I'll be right back." I closed the door behind me, and grabbed some left over turkey from the refrigerator.
"What are you going to do with that?" Dad asked.
"I'm going to dress it up. Dad, it's kind of obvious I'm going to eat it!" I said. He rolled his eyes. 'That's where I get that from.' I thought. I went upstairs and closed the door again.
"Here you go, Buddy." I handed him the turkey, and he ate it like he hadn't eaten in months. I smiled and turned off my music. Then, I climbed into bed.
"Goodnight." I whispered. He slept on the floor next to my bed and licked my hand before lying back down. I've always wanted a dog, and I'm not letting go of this one.