Good Boy

I felt the warm sun on my face and I could see the sunlight shining through my eyelids. Slowly, I let them flicker open and saw why it was so bright in there. The damn curtains were open. God, I fucking hate mornings. I Glanced to my right as saw my clock sitting on my nightstand. 12:03. Okay, so technically it was noon but it still felt like damn morning. I worked the late shift so I had every right to sleep in this late. Usually, this meant not ever eating breakfast unless Lindsey came and woke me up, or it was the weekend. On the weekends I would make pancakes. It was just an odd habit of mine. It all started when I was a kid. Me and my brother, Mikey, would rush into the kitchen and see a stack of freshly made pancakes sitting on the table. We would race each other and see who could eat the most pancakes or who could eat theirs faster. I usually won until I hit middle school. That's when I became very aware of my baby fat that I had not grown out of yet. Mikey, however, was always very skinny. I started letting him win and would sigh in fake defeat.

But that was all in the past. I shook my head from my thoughts and stretched my body out. My muscles tensed and I heard my bones make crackling noises. That's when I felt the warmth on my leg. Strange, that didn't feel like the dog I had fallen asleep with. I looked over at my right and saw a figure under the blankets. This was a lot bigger than the dog I had found last night too. My heart sped up and I started to panic. I grabbed the blanket and in one swift motion, I pulled it off the body. Instead of a black dog, I was met with a human face. I sat up immediately and screamed. The man flung awake and sat up quickly. He started screaming and looked at me. We both stopped screaming and just took a moment to study each other.

What was this strange man doing in my bed?

I looked down at his body and saw that it was covered intattoos. That's when I realized he was completely naked. I screamed again and scrambled out of the bed.

"Who the hell are you?!" I screamed. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around himself, covering up the tattooed body. I didn't give him time to answer, I was shooting out so many questions. I just wanted them to be answered immediately. "What do you want? How'd you get in my house? Did we have sex? Is that why your naked? Oh god! I got drunk and went to the bar and picked up some stranger! Was the dog all a hallucination? Why are you-"

"Gerard!" the man screamed. I shut up and stared at him. My heart was pounding so fast I was sure he could hear it. "control your breathing" he said. Control my breathing? Control my breathing! I wake up next to some strangely handsome man and all he has to say for himself is control your breathing!I looked at him in horror and I wanted nothing more than to hit him and send him packing.

"excuse me" I put one hand on my hip and pointed at him with the other. 'fucking tell me what's going on before I call the police" I warned. His eyes got wide and shook his head.

"I can explain" he breathed. Darn right he was gonna explain.

"you might wanna sit down" he looked down and bit his lip.

" I will not" I said sternly.

"I'm- I'm your dog" he looked down shamefully. My dog. That's what he has to say for himself.

"What."

"Its a long story. The overview is that by night I'm a dog, and human by day. Its a curse" he some slowly.

"And you expect me to be live that!?" I scoffed.

"its true-"

"get out of my fucking house" I said, then adding "before I call the police"

He gulped and nodded numbly. He headed t o the door and took one last glance before opening it.

"hold on" I said. He stopped at the door and turned to me with a hopeful look. I quickly crushed it by saying "you still have my blanket" he looked down and turned red.

"I don't have any clothes"

"Not my problem" I walked up to him and snatched the blanket from his body. If this guy was going to continue to make a fool out of me and lie to me than I would be an asshole back. It was so simple to tell me the truth, I didn't get why he wouldn't tell me. After grabbing the blanket he quickly covered himself with his hand (or tried to at least). I pushed him out the door and into the apartment building hallway. I stood for a moment by the door, letting the guilt quickly fill me. I ran to my room and grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt as fast as I could. When I opened the door I saw him sitting up against the wall. He sat with his knees up to his chest, crying. I sighed and set the clothes by him. He looked at the clothing in confusion then back at me. I just closed the door and locked it.

Notes

Thank you guys so much! Everyone been really supportive so far and I really appreciate that. I will try to update as much as I can, so basically whenever I get a chance. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.

Till next time,

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