Chapter NineNovember
Fred: Wanna hang out at my house? You can meet my dog.
Me: Sure! Can you pick me up at my house, My parents are still asleep.
Fred: Sure thing, It's like 11 o'clock, how are your parents still asleep?
Me: They had a long week at work.
Fred: Ah I see.
Me: Yeah.
Fred: I'll be there in ten.
I throw on my black military jacket, wow I look like such a hipster today, a military jacket, a band t shirt, ripped jeans, DocMartens and a beanie.
Yup definitely hipster.
I find a sticky note and scrawl on it:
11:10:
I'm going to Fred's house and will be back later,
Love,
Elliot
I walk into my parent's room where they are both fast asleep.
I place the sticky note on the lamp on my mom's side of the bed.
My phone buzzes.
Fred: I'm here.
Me: Alrighty, I'll be right there.
I sprint down the stairs, grab the spare house keys and run out the door.
Fred's car is parked in the driveway.
I walk over to his car and hop in the passenger's seat.
Fred is sitting in the driver's seat.
The bandage is off his cheek so you can see where he was cut, there's still some leftover dried blood on and around it.
-"Wow you're fast El" He says with his tilted grin.
-"Is that my name now? El?" I ask with a laugh.
-"Yeah" He replies "Do you like it?".
-"Yeah" I respond.
Fred's house is small and cute.
The roof is tiled with bricks and the walls are paneled with light wood.
Fred opens the wooden door and immediately a dog starts barking.
A golden retriever barks happily at Fred through the screen door.
He smiles and opens the door.
-"Hey Buddy!" He exclaims with a smile, petting the golden retriever and kissing his head.
The dog looks about 3 years old or so.
The dog turns to me and smells my hand then looks at Fred.
-"That's El, he's a friend" He tells the dog.
The dog turns back to me and jumps on me, causing me to fall over then proceeds to lick my face.
-"Are you okay?" Fred says with a laugh.
-"I'm fine" I say, laughing as well and petting the dog.
The dog gets off me and sits next to me.
Fred helps me up, still laughing.
-"That's Buddy, He likes you" He says.
-"That's good" I respond.
-"You know dogs can sense if someone is faithful?" He questions.
