Good Boy

I stood for a moment, still in shock. What the hell just happened? What was I supposed to do? I wake up next to some guy claiming to be my dog, then he tries to tell me it all has to do with some curse. Utter bullshit is what it is.

Then it occurred to me; was there even a dog in my apartment? I ran around the apartment space, frantically looking for the black dog. I felt my heart sink a little when I found out it was just me in the apartment. I looked in the sink to see that the bowl I had used to feed the dog with was still there. The towel I used to dry him off was still there. There was evidence of the dog, but the actual dog itself was gone. at least, I hoped it was a dog. What if it wasn't? What if I got so drunk last night I was just making shit up in my mind? What if I had taken that strange man home with me? Oh god. I cheated. I had fucking went to the bar after work and got drunk and cheated.

But the towel still smelt like wet dog. Hell, my bedroom already smelt like dog. You couldn't be human and smell like this bad of a wet dog...... could you?

I retraced last nights events in my head. I remembered walking down the street and finding a dirty dog in an alleyway, taking him home, feeding and bathing him, then....... what did I do next?

Called Lindsey! I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed her number.

"Hello" I heard her say. It defiantly was a lot nicer than I remembered from last night.

"Hey" I said, not quite sure what to say at this point.

"Hey so I'm on my way over" she said. crap. I had forgotten she was coming over to help with the new dog that I didn't have. At least she knew I called about a dog.... so I believed it was a dog last night too, and it wasn't a dream.

"No! I mean uh....... no" I said. Smooth.

"No?"

"Yeah, you don't need to come over"

"Why not?" she sounded genuinely disappointed.

"The dog ran away" I quickly lied. That when I realized, it was the first time I had lied to her. we had been dating for five months and not once had I actually lied too her. I was a big believer in being honest during relationships, and with how I felt about Lindsey I had never wanted to lie to her. But for now, it was necessary. Or at least it was until I got this whole situation figured out. Until then, she would have to deal with the lie.

"He ran away?" she questioned.

"Yeah, took him out for a bathroom break and he bolted

"Oh, I'm sorry gee. Do you still want me to come over?"

"No it fine" I said a little too quickly.

"Okay then, bye"

"Bye" I quickly hung up the phone.

Well crap. That was like the only explanation. It had to be that. I had to be drunk and that's why there was a strange man in my bed. Its funny, if 15-year old me was in this situation, I wouldn't question it.

Let's see, what did I know about this guy? He had short black hair. That's a start, um... he woke up in my bed then tried to tell me he was an animal I found in an alley. and he didn't have any clothes. Why didn't he have any clothes? I feel like if he really had done it than his clothes would be here somewhere, but none of the strangers clothes lay anywhere. All the clothes were mine.

Alright. I give up. I needed answers. I needed to know if I cheated or not. I needed to know exactly what happened. I walked over to the door and opened it. Out, in the apartment hallway, the boy still sat.

"Get inhere and explain some things"

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