I woke up around eleven thirty. Finally, no one woke me up this time. I looked around and decided to take a shower and get dressed. I got up, and saw Buddy lying down in my closet. He looked depressed. Of course he looked depressed, he never gets to go outside or run around the house. I sighed and leaned down to his level.
"I know you're depressed, Buddy. I really don't want to let you go, but I know a person who will take great care of you." I whispered. A single tear rolled down my cheek. He was the one who made me happy. I don't know, I've always wanted a dog. Buddy was there. I took a quick shower. When I got out, I got my phone and dialed Tim's number. Tim was my kick boxing buddy. Sometimes, I would train him, he would train me, or we'd just go off at each other.
"Hey, Leslie! Haven't heard from you in a while! What's wrong?" He asked. I went to my closet and looked for something to change into.
"Nothing, I was just calling to see if you were interested in having another dog?" I replied.
"Yeah, I love dogs! What kind is it?" He said with a little too much excitement for me in the morning. I winced at how loud he was. He chuckled.
"Sorry. I'm guessing you just woke up?" I laughed.
"Yeah, erm, he's a golden retriever."
"Great! How 'bout you bring him over to the gym so he can get to know Rex? You know, maybe we can catch up?" I smiled. Tim was my best guy friend, and I haven't seen him in months. He helped me through everything.
"That'd be awesome. I'll be there in half an hour."
"I'll see you then, baby girl." He hung up. I was so excited. Tim wasn't only my best guy friend, he was also American. Being American is a big deal to me. I finally decided what to wear. I let my hair down. I put on my sunglasses, and called Buddy over.
"I'm going to miss you, but you're going to be with a better owner now." He wagged his tail and licked my hand. I giggled.
"Since its your last day here, how about we make Dad angry?" He woofed as if saying yes. I smiled.
"Great. Come on." I walked him carefully down the stairs. I saw Dad sitting on the couch, eating crisps, while watching the news.
'Boring!' I thought.
"Go grab the crisps, Buddy!" I whispered. He ran to Dad and jumped on the couch, grabbing the bag of crisps. He was surprised for a minute before he realized what was happening. Buddy then zoomed back to me and dropped the bag in front of my feet.
"Why is there a dog in our house?" He boomed. I crossed my arms and smirked at him.
"I found him a couple weeks ago. Of course you noticed." His face got tomato red.
"I want him out of my house now!" I laughed and picked up the bag. I ate some of the crisps and laughed.
"Don't worry, he'll be out soon. Just keep in mind, that until the day I move out, I will make your life a living hell. Watch your back." He started yelling at me even more, but I ignored it and brought Buddy upstairs.
"Come on, we're taking you somewhere to be happy." I walked him out my window and outside. It seemed like Buddy really did love the outdoors. With him running around, sniffing the ground, marking his territory. I'm actually pretty happy that Buddy's going to be with someone I know will take care of him. Then, we reached it. My adoring gym I love so much! I pushed open the door and saw lots of familiar people exercising. Most of them said hi while the rest gave me weird looks for bringing in a dog. We walked to the back where there was a ring. I saw Tim teaching someone how to punch.
"You call that boxing? My late grandmother could do better!" I exclaimed, walking in. Tim turned around, his gray eyes filled with excitement. He was around my age, but we were just friends. Never planning on going any further. He took off his boxing gloves and ran towards me.
"Hey, baby girl! How you been?" He asked, spinning me around in a bone crushing hug.
"You're... crushing... me." I managed to choke out. He laughed and put me down.
"Well, I was fine until you decided to crush every bone in my body." I replied. He laughed.
"Sorry about that. Hey, Adam! How 'bout you come in later today? I have some catching up to do with a friend!" He nodded his head and walked off, leaving us alone.
"So, Leslie, is this the dog?" He asked. I nodded, walking over to a table and sitting on it.
"Yep, his name's Buddy." Tim bent down to his level and played with him for a bit.
"Rex! Come here, boy!" He called after a few minutes of playing with Buddy. About ten seconds later, a gray sheepdog walked in. Tim sat down on the table next to me as we watched the dogs play.
"So, Les, how have you been? Anything new happen?" He put his arm around me and I leaned my head on his shoulder.
"No, not really."
"There something wrong? You don't seem like the psychotic, funny girl I used to know." I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.
"I just don't know right now, Timmy. I'm so confused." I threw my hands up in the air and lied down with my head on his lap. He chuckled and played with my hair.
"Anything I can help with?"
"Wait, you're a boy, right?" He laughed.
"Have been since I was born. Now tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours." I sighed.
"Well, there's this boy..."
"Ah, boys. Should've known. You never knew how to understand them." I rolled my eyes and playfully pushed his chest.
"Shut up. Anyways, you know how I am when a boy likes me. I tend to get a little... sassier. Well, this boy is always finding a way to hang out with me. A couple days ago, I wanted nothing to do with. But last night, I invited him to dinner and he kissed me."
"He kissed you? Did you push him? No, wait, you slapped him, didn't you?" He asked, excited. I laughed and shook my head.
"No, I let him kiss me. I sort of kissed back. I liked it. Now, I don't know what to do! Tim, help me!" I cried out. He laughed.
"What's this boy like?"
"His name is Louis, and he has bluish green eyes, and he's silly, and cheeky, and he treats me like he actually cares. Tim he's perfect! I like him, but at the same time I don't want to trust and love and then just crash down again. It hurts, you know? I'm just so confused!" I said quickly, causing me to lose my breath. I took a deep breath and waited for what was coming.
"It sounds like he's really special to you. Do you think you might be in love with him, maybe?" I froze at the word. Love. Something I haven't said to anyone in months. It was a word I was scared of. I was terrified of that word.
"L-love him? Erm, I-I, I don't think s-so." I stuttered. I was on the verge of crying. Love was a word which meant happiness and excitement. Although I may seem like that, I'm really not. Inside, I was so terrified, so scared, all of my emotions were bottled up and put in the back of my head. After a couple of minutes of silence, Tim broke the ice.
"Leslie, it's OK to cry. I'm your best friend. I'm right here." I got up and just broke down. Tim grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. I buried my head into his chest, probably staining his shirt with tears.
"Ssh, it's OK, baby girl. Everything is OK." He hugged me tight and stroked my hair.
"I'm s-so confused, so s-scared. I'm-I'm frustrated. I w-want everything to be bet-ter." I stuttered. He sighed.
"Leslie, as much as you're going to hate to hear this, I think you're in love with him. You just don't want to admit it to yourself. Leslie, babe, I can't tell you what to do. Just do whatever you think is right." I let out a small sniffle and hugged him even tighter, if possible.
"Thanks, Tim. You're a really great friend, but I think I need to go for a walk and just think." He nodded his head and kissed my forehead.
"You do whatever you think is right. Be safe, baby girl." I smiled and pecked his cheek.
"I will. I'll see you later." I said one last goodbye to Buddy, and walked out the gym to who knows where.