Unknowingly
In which a Stylish moment is observed by an unexpected onlooker.
I'm only curious when I'm hungry.
Sometimes there's food left for me already to eat, but not today. It doesn't happen too much either, which is why I get curious when there's nothing to eat. And it's not like I can just help myself with food, either, because that'd be rude—I'm not paying for the food I steal, after all. No, I need to take food only when it's offered to me.
So, naturally, I begin to search the house for people to give me food.
It's Stan's house, and I know he's home. Of course he's home, his shoes are by the door and his bag's by the stairs. I climb them two steps at a time, eager to find Stan, eager to get myself some food.
I know I'm getting closer, because I can slightly hear his voice in the distance. But there's another voice I can hear too, and I'm thinking it's one of his friends. It's a familiar voice, and, though I have an excellent sense of hearing, I approach more cautiously and more curiously to see who it is.
It's the guy with the curly red hair, as I thought. But….
Stan's pretty much eating his face off. The two are embracing each other, sucking each other's faces off. I slip inside the room so I can have a better view of the incident, and as I hide quietly behind his bed they continue their activities, backing slowly into the bed.
It creaks at the touch of their bodies, and for a second I'm scared I'll be discovered. But… I'm not.
"Pants," Stan's friend begs, and though it takes a while for me to figure out what exactly he's doing, I soon see his friend's pants flying across the room.
I peer over the top of the bed curiously, and by now they're almost naked. I think I've seen Stan naked a few times, when I accidentally caught him in the shower, and he got slightly angry at me. I don't know if he'll get mad at me for this, but I don't care—it's too interesting to think about at the moment.
Stan's hand is rubbing his friend now, and I'm curious if anyone else in his family knows they're doing this. His friend's moans echo throughout the room, and I think Stan's hand is curled around something I can't see, his hand wiggling inside his friend's clothes, as if shaking a bone, or opening a can of food.
Oh god… food… I forgot about that.
And then, I blow it—I let out a small whimper, and both of them turn to me.
They stare at me with open eyes, and for a split-second I'm scared I'm gonna get it. I should not be in here, and I know it. Stan never lets me in his room. I'm going to be in so much trouble, especially for spying on Stan and his friend….
I look to Stan, whimpering once more as I look into his eyes. Yet there's something there in his blue eyes, the same something he has when he pets me, when he throws a ball for me to catch… it's not anger, at least.
"Stan," his friend says slowly, looking at me with a curious look. "Stan… your dog…."
And then Stan looks away from me and turns to his friend. "Forget about him," he says, and then he throws the blankets over them.
…maybe I should just ask Shelley for food.
Uh… this idea… I have no idea where it came from. I was asking Phoenix II if there are stories on this site about Sparky, and this idea suddenly came to me. So… sorry for my randomness.
School starts in five days, for me. Once school starts you'll be seeing less of me.
Reviews are appreciated. And if you haven't figured out the onlooker by now, it's Sparky… though I tried making it seem like Kenny until the end.
-Zak