WHY WOULDN'T I CARE?- Ferard

15

FRANK'S POV

A medium size white bag sat on my porch. It isn't light, but it isn't heavy.

I opened the bag and pulled out a leash.

Is this some weird kink thing? I chuckle in disbelief.

"It's not a kink thing, I swear." A person says.

I look up to see Gerard with a dog in his hands.

"Why is there a dog?" I question.

"Because I got you a dog." Gerard says with a smile.

My mouth opens in disbelief, I drop the leash without realising.

I run up to Gerard and tackle him in a hug. Gerard wraps one arm around my waist and his other hand holds the small dog.

"I can't believe this is happening right now." I whisper.

"You've always wanted a dog, so I just got one. They said her name was Sweet Pea, but you can name her whatever you want." Gerard explains.

I pull away from Gerard and take a good look at the little dog.

"She looks like a Sweet Pea." I say with a smile. Gerard hands me the dog, my stomach bubble with excitment.

"Thank you." I thank the tall boy.

"It's no big deal." I feel Gerard ruffle my hair and I hear Gerard's footsteps on the concrete fade away. When I look up, he's already gone.

AN

-GROOVYLADY