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With my head on the belly of Coach, I lay on Levi's floor. He's not home yet, but he does come home today, so I decided to surprise him by cleaning the house.
Well, a fraction of the house.
It's a big house, how am I supposed to clean all those dang rooms?
So, I stuck to the kitchen, living room, Levi's bedroom, two bathrooms, and the game room—which Nick must use the most because I had to wipe orange dust from some cheese snack off the pool table.
Exhausted after vacuuming, scrubbing, and tidying, laying on Coach might be one of the most relaxing things ever. His soft but huge belly makes a perfect pillow.
Yesterday, before I could make it back to Levi's house, Eliot made me stay with him until his parents got home. That was so awkward: me laying completely still in a child's bed while he slept across my body.
To make it even more awkward, his parents came in at that exact moment. But they payed me really good, so I don't think they cared that much.
I scratch Coach's fur, but stop once his ears go up. I lift my head off of him so he can stand, and when he does, he starts barking.
Okay, either this is an intruder and I need to prepare to die, or this is just Levi coming home.
I check the digital clock hanging on the wall, and realize Levi shouldn't be home for two more hours.
I dart to the couch, Coach still barking from behind the door, and cover myself with a thick blanket. I know I know, it's not gonna do much, but at least I can fake death and pretend someone covered me with the blanket.
The door knob makes noise, which indicates someone is trying to open it. I wouldn't know if the door opened, since it's expensive enough to not creak, so I uncover an ear to try to listen better.
Unfortunately, my stupid heart is beating so hard I can hardly hear anything else.
Coach's barks turn into little whimpers, and I begin to feel horrible. I just let a poor puppy face death as I hide under the blankets like a coward.
Okay, I can do this. Jump out, and krav maga this mothersucker!
Three, two—
A hand falls on my shoulder, and I shoot upright, fear exploding in my lungs.
"Don't hurt Coach!" Is the only thing that comes out of my mouth as I squeeze my eyes shut.
Looks like my body chose freeze instead of fight. Traitor.
Noticing that nothing is happening, and Coach is making excited noises, I slowly open my eyes to find a muscular, handsome man in all black—
