Won't Go Slowly

Part 3

The next time you woke, your eyes felt a little less heavy, and you were starting to feel a little gross with having been in bed for days. Marshall was still in bed next to you, and you smiled again, rolling over and grabbing your phone. You hadn't looked at it since probably yesterday, and saw that Tyler had actually texted you a couple of times before he'd come over to ask if you needed anything.

Thank you 😊 you typed.
Almost immediately, you received a response a simple 'yw'.

You also replied to your friend Danielle's text, letting you know she was going to be stopping by this evening to drop something off.

You were scrolling through Amazon, contemplating which book you should buy for your Kindle, when a knock sounded at the door. You stood up from the bed, padding to go answer It, and revealing your sister, Nicole, a backpack slung over her arm.

"Since when do you have a dog?" She asked, and you looked over your shoulder to see Marshall had followed you out of the bedroom.

"That's Marshall," you said, but her face still looked confused, "he's Tyler's."
" Oh," she nodded, setting her bag down, and bending over to pet the brown Lab when he went over to greet the new person. "What's he doing here?"

"Tyler brought him over," you answered, but her eyes widened.
"He gave you his dog?!"

" No, Nic, he did not give me his dog," you said, and then stopped because you didn't quite know how to put it into words, "he loaned me his dog."

"I still don't know why you're still friends with him, other than the dogs. He's a douche."

"He is not a douche," you laughed, because this seemed to be an ongoing debate that you had, where she'd mentioned something she'd read or heard that you knew 100% wasnt true. Although, sometimes it was, but it was only because of poor decision making skills or misinterpretations rather than douche-like tendencies. "You've met him before, anyways."

"He seemed like a douche in high school, too."

"Do you know any guy who went to our high school who didn't act like a douche at some point?" You asked, and watched as she thought it over and failed to come up with a response, laughing as you disappeared into the bathroom.
You had finished washing your hands and had opened the bathroom door when you heard, "Ummm....y/n?"

You followed your sister's voice to the kitchen, first seeing a leash and the muffins you had made when you were at Tyler's house sitting in a plastic container on your kitchen table. You rounded the corner, and your sister was standing in front of the fridge, her arm out as if she was presenting it. You noticed a few of the bright pink and blue post-it notes you kept on your counter stuck on the fridge.

"Open This" read one, and then there was one right underneath it that just had a huge arrow pointing to the handle on the door. You opened the fridge, and right in front you saw a plastic take-out container with what looked like soup in it and, next to it, a plastic cup from your favourite juice place nearby the university holding some type of smoothie, complete with a straw sticking out of it. You raised your eyebrows, and shut the fridge door and then squatted down in front of the freezer drawer. "The good shit's in here" was written across two post-it because he apparently couldn't write small enough to fit it on one. You pulled the drawer open, and you saw the box of popsicles he had mentioned earlier, as well as a carton of Ben & Jerry's. And it was even the non-dairy kind.

"Not a douche," you said, grinning triumphantly as you stood back up.
There was another knock on your door then, and both you and your sister yelled "It's open," simultaneously.