New Year's Resolution!, chapter 2

"Tre?" I called. No answer. I searched all over the house, but I can't find him. Come on, he only left five minutes ago! How far could he have gotten? I decided to set out for him, so I grabbed my coat and ran out the door, locking it of course. After about an HOUR, I finally found him. "Tre! You numbskull, where have you been?!" I asked him angrily. He smiled and shrugged like he was innocent and without a clue, which is true, but not in that meaning.

"Here! I've been here!"

"At a puppy store?!" True. There's puppies all over this store, a pet store, no duh. They were barking and lapping up water and looking oh-so-cute.

"Puppies are my favorite!" he exclaimed as he picked up a baby Pomeranian. A.k.a. a ball of fluff that licks everything. They jump a lot and pee all over the place when they're old. But they LOVE their owners.

"You ruined the surprise... here's the present I was getting you. I was going to attach it to another sexy," He sighed. "Oh well! Here!" He thrust the puppy into my face.

"Erm, thanks?"

"It's a girl!" he said excitedly.

"Okay, I dub thee Lucy. Red fur. Um... you can be the dad. You can give her the dad talk when she's older, and I'll change her diapers and feed her and give her motherly advice. Pretty much I'm asking that you feed her when I'm gone." I smiled.

"Thanks," he replied sarcastically. I held Lucy up to his face, which she licked. And I could've sworn she said 'Daddy!' Creepy pooches. We finally went home after paying a bazillion dollars for the pup, and I plopped down Lucy on the couch.

"Sit!" I told her. "Good girl!" I patted her head. She panted, 'smiling.'

"Training her already, are you? She'll be scarred for LIFE!!!" Tre screamed. He grabbed his head and sobbed after he fell to the ground. I picked him up by his tie and pulled him in close.

"Tre," I growled, "do you want me to train YOU?" He shook his head.

"Don't hurt me!" he squeaked. I smiled.

"Good. Be afraid, be VERY afraid!" I cackled menacingly. "Now why, besides finding Lucy, did you leave earlier, leaving most of your orange mocha frappuccino in its cup?"

"THERE'S AN ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPUCCINO IN THE KITCHEN!" he hollered. He sped to the kitchen, leaving me without a reason yet again. I followed him, but I was too late. He finished it off and got another brain freeze, so I forced him to sit down.

"You have to stop that now."

"No!"

"Yes," I argued. He gave me the lip and looked at the table. He nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry. But you always get brain freezes because, well, there isn't much there to freeze so it happens quicker and it hits harder."

"Hey!" He paused and wavered his head. "Yeah, you're right."

"'Cause I'm always right."

"Yeah!" I looked at him shyly after his brain freeze went away. Is it wrong to love your best friend?