Spin The Bottle

12 | Cute Dog

Chapter Twelve: Cute Dog

After having breakfast and doing some cleaning around the house, Stephanie is happy she's finally leaving the house. She steps out and locks the door behind her. She struts over to her neighbor's door and knocks. About a minute later, a woman opens the door.

"Why hello Stephanie," she smiles.

"Hi. Mrs. Grace. I'm here for Daisy."

"Oh come on in," Mrs. Grace ushers her in.

"How are you dear?" She asks.

"I'm okay," Stephanie answers.

"Are your parents back?"

Steph sighs, "No. They'd be back tomorrow, hopefully."

"That's great. Let me go get Daisy."

Mrs. Grace is in her late forties. She's divorced and has a son who is in college right now. His name is Harry and he's friends with Stephanie's brother, Brody.

Harry had gotten his mum a dog to keep her company when he's in school. Mrs. Grace named her Daisy.

Mrs. Grace walks into the room with Daisy who has a collar around her neck while holding a leash.

Daisy sights Stephanie and runs up to her.

"Hey girl," Stephanie kneels in front of the dog and rubs her fur.

The dog wags its tail happily and she grins. She really likes Daisy and sometimes, she wishes she was hers.

"Wanna go for a walk?" She asks Daisy who barks in response.

"Here," Mrs. Grace says handing her the leash.

Stephanie attaches it to Daisy's collar and stands up.

"Okay. Off we go. See you later, Mrs. Grace." Stephanie says leading the dog out.

"Bye Daisy," Mrs. Grace waves before shutting the door.

"Let's go to the park Daisy," she tells the dog as they walk in the direction of the park.

After a few minutes of walking, her phone begins to vibrate continuously in her jean pocket.

It's either Brooke, her dad or her mum, or Brody but it can't be him.

No one else calls her except her aunt who calls once in a while. She knows it's Brooke calling as she brings it out and answers it.

"Hey B," she smiles.

"Steph. What's up?" Brooke asks. You can hear the smile in her voice.

"I'm walking my neighbor's dog Daisy to the park. You?"

"We're going to my Dad's surprise. He still doesn't wanna tell us," Brooke says.

"You'll find out soon."

"You're supposed to be here, Steph." Brooke deadpans.

"I know. I have my reasons," Stephanie rolls her eyes.

"Okay then. We'll talk later. Tell me if you see any cute boys okay? And try talking to them," Stephanie can imagine Brooke smirking.

"Sure B."

"Bye," Brooke says and hangs up before she replies.

After some more minutes, they reach the park. She looks around as she walks with the dog beside her.

"I like your dog. It's cute," Stephanie hears a sweet little voice near her.

She looks and sees a little girl, probably nine years old staring at the dog.