a month or so ago, I knew there wouldn’t be any decent reason to say no. “Please Prudence,” Liam pleaded, his eyes boring into mine, causing my heart to beat slightly faster, “You’re my last chance.”
“Fine,” I grumbled, ripping my gaze from Liam’s and redirecting it to his feet, “I’ll take Chowder.” Holding my hand out, I waited for Liam to place the leash in it, but unsurprisingly he threw his arms around me instead. Pulling me flush against his well muscled chest, he placed his face inches from my ear, his breath fluttering my long black hair.
“You are the best person in the entire world, Prudence Marie Platt,” Liam whispered, squeezing me even tighter before loosening his grip and taking a step back. “You have no idea how much this means,” he added, placing the leash in my hand, his fingers rubbing softly on my wrist before his hand moved back to his side.
“It’s fine,” I heard myself say in a slightly breathy manner, even though my mind was screaming for me to tell him just how much I hated this. All negative thoughts left though as Liam flashed me a huge dimpled grin, mirth dancing in his deep brown eyes.
“I’m going to that new bar tonight with some of the guys from my Chemistry class, and it would be awesome if you came.” Pausing for a moment to think, I was about to say yes when Liam spoke again. “You could bring your roommate too, Katie or whatever her name is. She’s really hot.” Reluctant to go out with Liam, and watch him spend the whole night hitting on my roommate, I decided to decline.
“I have an essay due tomorrow for my composition class,” I sighed in false reluctance, only feeling slightly guilty for lying. I watched as a frown crossed Liam’s face for a moment, but then he shrugged it off, wrapping his arms around me in another hug, though this one was infinitely shorter. Patting his hand awkwardly on my shoulder, he bent down to ruffle Chowder’s fur.
“You behave for Prudy, or I’ll send you back home to live with dad,” Liam chuckled, his dimples growing more pronounced on his tan face as he grinned. In response Chowder barked, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, as he slobbered with excitement. Standing back up, Liam pecked his lips against my cheek before turning towards the door. “Thank you so much,” he smiled over his shoulder, completely unaware of how fast he was making my heart beat, “I’ll make it up, I swear.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed, waving my hand towards the door. “Have fun tonight.” Nodding his head in response, Liam pulled the door shut behind him, leaving me alone with his sadistic dog.
“So,” I muttered, glaring down at Chowder who had already began chewing on one of my plum colored suede boots, “Who is going to be sleeping outside tonight.” Reaching down at the end of my statement, I wrapped my fingers firmly around the shoe and pulled with a reasonable amount of force, already frustrated with myself for giving in to Liam. Instead of releasing my shoe though, Chowder just pulled the boot from my hand and ran down the hall to Katie’s room.
“No,” I squealed, racing after the dog, praying he wouldn’t ruin my favorite pair of winter shoes. My feet pounding loudly on the wooden floor of my apartment, I tumbled into Katie’s room, my fuzzy socks causing me to slide across the wooden floor. Placing my hand on the wall for balance, my fingers groped blindly for the light switch. When I flicked the lights on, I was met with a very upsetting sight.
Chowder stood on Katie’s bed, my boot resting under his stomach, his lips pulled up in a snarl. “Give it to me,” I shouted, hoping that the damn dog would just listen to me and make my life easy for once. In response to my demand however, Chowder just growled, his eyes glowing with Satanic hell fire. Grabbing Katie’s rainbow umbrella out of the corner, I pointed the end of it at his face, waving it around like a sword.
“Back away from the boot,” I ordered, jabbing at the evil Border Collie. As he moved to avoid my stab, I jumped forward onto the bed, my hand reaching for my shoe, pulling it against my chest as I successfully wrangled it away from one of the Devil’s most ferocious hell hounds. “Ha,” I shouted triumphantly, raising my boot into the air as if it were a trophy and not a piece of footwear, “I’ve defeated you.”
Lowering his head in acknowledgement of my victory, Chowder hopped off of Katie’s bed and scurried out the door. Relishing in my success, I waved my boot around in the air, swishing my hips around in a little victory dance. Unfortunately a shrill accented voice interrupted my joyous celebratory jig.
“Bloody hell,” my roommate Katie screeched, her voice reaching a pitch only dolphins could hear. “Why is Liam’s damn dog in our apartment?” Rushing back into the main room where the front door was located, I saw Katie standing in the entryway with an absolute look of horror on her face. As I entered the room her pale blue eyes drifted up from Chowder, the full power of her glare now resting on me. “Why,” she paused, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “Is that dog here?”
"It's a long story," I mumbled pathetically, avoiding Katie's piercing gray glare with as much energy as I could muster. She knew how much I hated that dog, and how extremely opposite my feelings for the owner of said dog were. Unfortuanetly she realized that I would do anything to make Liam happy, and she wasn’t going to let me get away with being the world’s biggest pushover when it came to him.
“Fine,” I grumbled, ripping my gaze from Liam’s and redirecting it to his feet, “I’ll take Chowder.” Holding my hand out, I waited for Liam to place the leash in it, but unsurprisingly he threw his arms around me instead. Pulling me flush against his well muscled chest, he placed his face inches from my ear, his breath fluttering my long black hair.
“You are the best person in the entire world, Prudence Marie Platt,” Liam whispered, squeezing me even tighter before loosening his grip and taking a step back. “You have no idea how much this means,” he added, placing the leash in my hand, his fingers rubbing softly on my wrist before his hand moved back to his side.
“It’s fine,” I heard myself say in a slightly breathy manner, even though my mind was screaming for me to tell him just how much I hated this. All negative thoughts left though as Liam flashed me a huge dimpled grin, mirth dancing in his deep brown eyes.
“I’m going to that new bar tonight with some of the guys from my Chemistry class, and it would be awesome if you came.” Pausing for a moment to think, I was about to say yes when Liam spoke again. “You could bring your roommate too, Katie or whatever her name is. She’s really hot.” Reluctant to go out with Liam, and watch him spend the whole night hitting on my roommate, I decided to decline.
“I have an essay due tomorrow for my composition class,” I sighed in false reluctance, only feeling slightly guilty for lying. I watched as a frown crossed Liam’s face for a moment, but then he shrugged it off, wrapping his arms around me in another hug, though this one was infinitely shorter. Patting his hand awkwardly on my shoulder, he bent down to ruffle Chowder’s fur.
“You behave for Prudy, or I’ll send you back home to live with dad,” Liam chuckled, his dimples growing more pronounced on his tan face as he grinned. In response Chowder barked, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, as he slobbered with excitement. Standing back up, Liam pecked his lips against my cheek before turning towards the door. “Thank you so much,” he smiled over his shoulder, completely unaware of how fast he was making my heart beat, “I’ll make it up, I swear.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed, waving my hand towards the door. “Have fun tonight.” Nodding his head in response, Liam pulled the door shut behind him, leaving me alone with his sadistic dog.
“So,” I muttered, glaring down at Chowder who had already began chewing on one of my plum colored suede boots, “Who is going to be sleeping outside tonight.” Reaching down at the end of my statement, I wrapped my fingers firmly around the shoe and pulled with a reasonable amount of force, already frustrated with myself for giving in to Liam. Instead of releasing my shoe though, Chowder just pulled the boot from my hand and ran down the hall to Katie’s room.
“No,” I squealed, racing after the dog, praying he wouldn’t ruin my favorite pair of winter shoes. My feet pounding loudly on the wooden floor of my apartment, I tumbled into Katie’s room, my fuzzy socks causing me to slide across the wooden floor. Placing my hand on the wall for balance, my fingers groped blindly for the light switch. When I flicked the lights on, I was met with a very upsetting sight.
Chowder stood on Katie’s bed, my boot resting under his stomach, his lips pulled up in a snarl. “Give it to me,” I shouted, hoping that the damn dog would just listen to me and make my life easy for once. In response to my demand however, Chowder just growled, his eyes glowing with Satanic hell fire. Grabbing Katie’s rainbow umbrella out of the corner, I pointed the end of it at his face, waving it around like a sword.
“Back away from the boot,” I ordered, jabbing at the evil Border Collie. As he moved to avoid my stab, I jumped forward onto the bed, my hand reaching for my shoe, pulling it against my chest as I successfully wrangled it away from one of the Devil’s most ferocious hell hounds. “Ha,” I shouted triumphantly, raising my boot into the air as if it were a trophy and not a piece of footwear, “I’ve defeated you.”
Lowering his head in acknowledgement of my victory, Chowder hopped off of Katie’s bed and scurried out the door. Relishing in my success, I waved my boot around in the air, swishing my hips around in a little victory dance. Unfortunately a shrill accented voice interrupted my joyous celebratory jig.
“Bloody hell,” my roommate Katie screeched, her voice reaching a pitch only dolphins could hear. “Why is Liam’s damn dog in our apartment?” Rushing back into the main room where the front door was located, I saw Katie standing in the entryway with an absolute look of horror on her face. As I entered the room her pale blue eyes drifted up from Chowder, the full power of her glare now resting on me. “Why,” she paused, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “Is that dog here?”
"It's a long story," I mumbled pathetically, avoiding Katie's piercing gray glare with as much energy as I could muster. She knew how much I hated that dog, and how extremely opposite my feelings for the owner of said dog were. Unfortuanetly she realized that I would do anything to make Liam happy, and she wasn’t going to let me get away with being the world’s biggest pushover when it came to him.
