Good Boy

The entire day dragged on like molasses. I didn't know what to do. Honestly, I didn't even want to make small talk with this dude. I let him watch television while I drew. I watched him carefully, I didn't want him to like steal anything and run. He asked me what I was drawing and I told him 'none of your business'. It was mean, but I needed this guy to really just stay away from me. I felt so stressed. My mind was running so fast that at times I felt like I simply couldn't think anymore. Eventually, I set my sketchpad down and watched him closely. He sat with his legs spread, slumped into the couch. He rested his head on one hand while the other hand carelessly played with the hem of the shirt he wore. He would lick his lips and bite at his lower lip without meaning to. Just simply doing these actions without a second thought. Honestly, the more I watched him the more attractive he seamed. Okay, not attractive..... but he was just good looking. There were times where I would stare at his careless lips and wonder what they felt like, but I quickly shook the thought from my head. I must have been staring at him too long cause eventually he looked over at me and smiled. I turned pink and looked down. I had been caught, Instead of saying anything, he just giggled and turned back to the screen.

Eventually, I looked at my phone to see that it was 4:28. Time was going by too slow. How had it only been four hours sense I woke up to the boy in my bed? It seamed like ages. I called into my work, telling them that I was sick.... therefore couldn't go into work today. My boss just told me to get better and I thanked him. If I went to work today, then I would miss this so called 'transformation".

At about five I called in a pizza. He told me he was a vegetarian.

"But your a dog"

"I thought you said I wasn't a dog?" he smirked.

"I'm just saying... if you are a dog. But don't dogs like meat?"

"Don't humans like meat?"

"touché"

When the pizza came I paid and we both sat on the couch with a plate in hand. I have to say, Frank was starting to grow on me. I don't know what it was, but I slowly felt more comfortable around him. I know that sounded completely ridiculous. I shouldn't even have this guy in my home. He was obviously crazy. Maybe it was the story of it all. It intrigued me. I had read so many comic books as a child. I was a huge fan of things like Dune, Star Wars, X-men, and horror movies. I guess I still am. All of those things I liked because of the fantasy aspect of it all. Things that happened in those stories would never some to life..... except maybe horror flicks. My point is, is that........ What if Frank really was who he said he was? What if he really was a dog? How cool would that be! I found a human-dog and brought him home. I would be living some sort of movie. That would be incredible

But what if he was lying? What if this was all so he could rape me at the end of the day and steal me stuff? That story seamed more plausible. There was nothing supernatural about that story, meaning it was more like to happen. But still, something inside me told him that I needed trust him, or at least give I'm a chance. So that's what I did.

I wanted to ask him on how he came about to being a dog, but that needed to wait. There was no point in asking questions to things that had no answer. I wanted to believe him so badly, but I just couldn't.

Instead, we talked about other things. I couldn't believe how much I was opening up to him..... and how much he was opening up to me. We talked about the art school I went to, about how when had dropped out of collage to start a band, about where we grew up (turns out not too far from each other), my brother, his parents, and I even told him how Lindsey and I met.... At art school a few years back.

"Her and I have only been dating recently though"

"Why'd you wait so long to get together?"

I hesitated before answering his question. "I was dating this guy before"

"What happened with him?" he seamed genuinely intrigued, and not at all surprised at my bisexualness.

"We just..... weren't meant to be I guess. He wanted some things and I didn't"

".... like what?"

"Marriage. Kids." I shrugged before finishing off my last piece of pizza.

"You don't want kids? Or marriage?" he asked, tilting his head to the side a little bit.

"Not really" I shrugged again. He looked a little confused, but just shook it off.

"Its almost sundown" he whispered to himself after a long moment of silence.

"yeah" I agreed. I looked out the window to see the now pink and orange sky. It had taken the day too long to get to this point. I took a deep breath and stared at him, waiting in anticipation. I was defiantly nervous. So many thoughts rushed through my brain. What was really about to happen? I had started to trust Frank a little bit. I was starting to like him..... as a friend. I would honestly be upset if this all turned out to be a fake. I still didn't believe him, but I was still very much intrigued. He looked out the window too. I could feel the butterfly in my stomach and a tingling in my throat. I felt Ike I was visibly shaking. He, however, looked fine. Like he did this everyday. He was ready for whatever he has to come.

I watched him with boredom after a while. Nothing was happening and he sun had begun to set. Honestly, I even began to feel tired. I had been staring at his face for half an hour. Bot that it was a bad looking face.... with all the faces out there I w's glad I got to look at his. It was nice. As soon as my eyes began to drift, I saw something I thought id never see. Slowly, his ears began to get pointier and taller. His hair began to grow quickly in odd places. His back began to curve in a way it wasn't supposed to. My eyes got wide and I was soon very awake. Within seconds, there was the same black dog from last night sitting on the couch where Frank had been.

Notes

Hey guys........ so Franks a dog.

Woof woof.... am I right?

wowzers I'm creepy.

Hope you enjoyed the update. I'm updating as much as I can.

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