Chapter 2: Gettin’ Caught
#2 of Series
The second chapter to the series, corrections are welcome and comments are wanted, good or bad.. P.S. I am big into trucks, this chapter has some details about trucks in it, if you dont know what something it, feel free to ask.. :)
Chapter 2: Gettin' Caught
Copyright Wolfman5
My face burned as I felt it turn as red as the fire trucks that run through the city. I looked around the room wildly and dove toward my bed. I grabbed a pair of shorts that were on my bed and slipped them on quickly; my face still crimson.
"I kinda like that shade of red," OB piped in, "it really brings out your pretty blue-green eyes."
I didn't know it was possible, but I felt my face burn more as I looked down at the ground shyly. I looked up just in time to catch the insides of OB's ears turn red.
He looked so cute like that; almost like a puppy. A big, goofy smile, eyes shut 'cause the smile is so big, and ears bright red.
"I should... You want... I think..." I had many false starts but finally managed to say, "Do you want to join me on a walk?"
I usually walk every morning to get some exercise. He agreed without hesitation and went to his room to change from his PJ's. Two seconds later, he came out to meet me in the hall way, and we started walking.
The college had a park on the side of it, and it just so happened that we were on that side. We were walking down the path, enjoying the morning and greeting the joggers and bikers at that went by. It was then that it happened. A biker who was texting and speeding along wasn't paying attention. I wasn't either, as I was deep in thought over whether I had fallen head over heels for this canine next to me. I wasn't sure if I just cared for him as a friend or more than that. That's when I got jerked to the side and just missed by the distracted biker. OB had just saved me from a lot of pain. He was watching out for me when I wasn't and reacted before I even knew what was happening, like a true friend. I stopped for a minute on the path, letting it sink in, when I was interrupted by his voice. "Are you okay, Brandon? Did I hurt you? Oh, god, I made you bleed! I'm so sorry!" I looked at my arm and saw some blood run down it.
I sat down on the grass and examined my arm. Four puncture holes had blood running from them and down my arm. OB had reacted so fast that he didn't have time to control his grip. His claws dug into my soft, human skin. It probably wouldn't have happened if I had been wearing a sleeved shirt, or paying attention. OB felt so bad, he took off his shirt and used it to tie around my arm to catch and stop the bleeding. We went back to his dorm and he got out his first aid kit. He pulled out the bottle of rubbing alcohol and said, "This is going to hurt." He poured some alcohol on my arm and I yelled, loudly. He wiped up the extra blood and alcohol before putting some medical cotton gauze on my arm and wrapping it with some medical tape.
I couldn't help but give him a big hug as I said, "Thank you." I could feel his fur brush up on my neck, and I knew he was smiling. He repeated, "I'm sorry," a few more times, and every time I said, "There is nothing to be sorry for, you saved me from a lot of pain."
"Yeah, but I made you bleed."
"I would have been bleeding a lot more if you hadn't gotten to me first." I responded.
By this time it was already ten o'clock. I wasn't hungry yet because of the huge breakfast OB cooked, but I couldn't resist asking. "OB?" I hesitated for a second.
"Ya?" I got in return.
"Would you care to go to lunch today," I asked "I'll buy, you know, a way to say thank you for saving my ass today."
"But I made you bleed! I should be the one making..." He started to repeat, but was interrupted by me. "Actually, I'm not taking no for an answer, 12 o'clock outside your door, we're going to lunch!"
"But..." he tried to interject, but I raised my hand and turned away as a sign that my mind was made up and it wasn't changing.
Twelve o'clock rolled around pretty quick. I was ready and waiting outside his door at 11:59. As my phone's clock hit 12:00, I raised my hand to knock on his door and was surprised when it opened before I knocked.
"Oh, hi," I was greeted by a smiling canine "ready to go, are you?"
"You bet!" I responded and returned the smile.
We made our way to the student parking lot that was around the corner of the dorm building. There they were, our babies. Since our dorms were side by side and the parking spaces are ordered by dorm rooms they were parked side my side. My Jeep towered over his Suzuki but his paint job was far better than mine. My Wrangler was on 44" tires and his Samurai was only on 40's; but he had a custom one off Monster Energy paint job. It was all black with the signature green "ripped" "M" on the hood and matching green "rips" down the side starting from the all green grill, and to finish it off, it was sitting on a set of green bead locked black rims. My baby had the factory Flame Red paint job with a black soft top and a set of black chrome rims, nothing special.
"How did you... Is that really... Where did you get it?!" I finally proclaimed.
"I won it," said smooth and calmly as if said a thousand times "at a benefit charity car show."
"WHAT?!" I said as I stopped dead in my tracks. "How? How do you win something like that?"
"Well, it was my 19thbirthday and I was at one of the benefit car shows they have every year when they pulled this up on stage and said that someone was leaving here with this." OB started to explain as he unlocked the driver side door. "Well, it cost twenty dollars to get in to the car show, so they made more than enough money to pay for it in the week they were open. Anyways, they brought out a tray full of keys and asked if anyone wanted to give it a try. Of course everyone did. To choice someone to go first they asked if there were any birthdays, and my paw shot up without hesitation. I made my up on the stage and they check my ID to make sure it was in fact my birthday, it was. They put a blindfold on my and had me pick a key."
"And you picked the right key on the first try?" I questioned.
"That is where I cheated a little. See, my dad drove almost the same thing for most all of my puppyhood, so I kinda knew what the key felt like," he replied, "so I just felt around till I found one matching my memory. I held it up and the guy acted all excited as he said. 'And the birthday pooch has made a decision!' After that, they removed the blindfold and I heard him say, 'Can we give him a round of applause as he tries the key he choose?' Then I tried the key, and over the roar of the rather large crowd I heard the unmistakable roar of a well built Chevy 350 engine." As he said that, he fired up his truck and the sound filled my ears and made them tingle. The roar of the Chevy 350, bored .30 over with Hooker headers and dual Edelbrock carbs made my heart race. He revved it a few times before letting it sit at an idle. I could feel the strong rumble of the engine in my chest.
"So, I guess we are taking your truck?" I queried as I pulled myself up into the passenger seat.
I hopped in the truck, and immediately my hands felt the smoothness of the black, leather racing seats. My hands felt around the seat to the embroidered, green "M" on the head rest part. They made their way to the matching leather dashboard; it was as smooth as the seat with nothing more than a few gauges poking through. He hit a button and out popped a 7" touch screen radio. I think at that point I gave up trying to hide it and just sat in awe. This truck had everything I wanted.
"So, you like it?" his voice finally reached my ears over the crystal clear sound of the radio.
"I love it!" I yelled, to be heard over the radio. I realized that we had already left the parking lot when I saw his paw change position a few times. It was a five-speed, manual transmission. I fell in a silent awe again, this time staring at the canine in the driver seat as he worked the clutch, brake, gas and shifter, all in harmony. Then, I noticed he was watching me back, and I felt my face go bright red.