Names, a little more about Donna, and we get a snap of Gerard's dark days
“Hey guys, what are we gonna call our puppies?” Gerard asked, a glint in his eye. He was thinking just what I was.
“Whatever you want.” Donna said, cradling her midnight-coloured pup. “They’re your baby’s and you get to keep them.” Madness.
I looked down at my caramel one, who was resting on my leg. I presume that she was sleeping. Or resting. It’s hard to tell when she doesn’t have its eyes open. For a moment I considered call her ‘Caramello Koala’, but then decided against it. One, she is not a koala, two, she won't be lazy like one (I hope) and three, that would only work is she had brown on her coat. In the car before I had checked out my pup’s gender, female, and saw that it was that one solid light brown colour.
I looked up at Donna, who was deep in thought, her lips forming unheard words. Gerard was lying on his back now, eyes closed and his head merely centimetres from the white porcelain bowl of which species he was all-too familiar with from all the times he’s been drunk. His baby was lying on his chest, pushing its nose into Gerard’s shirt. Gerard had his hand over the pup, as if to shield it from any dangers.
I looked back at my own baby girl. She was crawling along my leg towards my body. I still had no idea what to call her. Though I was coming close, I could feel it...
My gorgeous baby was back in it’s make-shift pen that Frank and I set up earlier. I grew sick of leaning forward, so I lied down on my stomach, being careful not to accidentally kick either of the boys or to have my feet near Gerard’s head. I wriggled forward so that I could gaze at my puppy, just a few centimetres from my face. At first I was a bit subconscious of the fact that I had my butt in the air, but I soon forgot everything as my ebony-shaded pup yawned. I grinned a little and started to stroke it.
My thoughts wondered around. I need to give my baby a name, I would have to get dinner organised soon, I had to clean the muck off my tools, what Jace would do if he was here... Hang on, why am I thinking about the bastard? Why would I care about what he would do and think? Because you loved him for so long... A voice muttered from with-in me. Piss off. I don’t care about him.
If he was here, he would pressure you into leaving the puppies, make you go into your room, make you- “SHUT UP!” I internally screamed at myself.
I felt something run up the side of my leg. I immediately jerked away, narrowly missing Frank. I looked up and saw the it was just Gerard sitting up, his leg hitting mine in the process. That was okay then.
I looked down at my puppy, still wondering on a name. A few names were appearing in my head, and I slowly narrowed it down to one. I smiled at the name and brought my face back close to my baby. Yes... that would be the perfect name...
Okay, so I’m lying on the floor of Donna’s bathroom with this newborn pup on my chest. I never thought that I would end the day like this. And with my head so close to the toilet, I could feel the cold radiating off it. So many memories... mostly me getting drunk until I blacked out. Last year I decided that I wasn’t going to hang my head in a toilet bowl, spewing my guts up unless I was really, really sick – from a virus or something like that.
Name, name, name... What the fuck am I gonna call this pup? Almost nothing I came up with suited her. I picked he up off my chest and sat up, my leg accidentally brushing against Donna’s, who jerked her leg back violently from my touch. I don’t know what was going through her head at the time for her to react like that, but she looked over her shoulder and saw that it was only me, giving me an apologetic smile.
I stared at the tiny creature in my hands, and could only think of one name which fitted. An outcast...
“I’ve got it!” I called out suddenly, ripping Donna and Gerard out of their thoughts. “I’ve got it, a name for my puppy!” I said excitedly.
“Ooh, what is it?” Asked Donna, turning onto her side to face me.
“My baby girl is now called... pause for effect...” I muttered softly.
“I heard that!” Exclaimed Gerard. I poke my tongue out at him.
“Anyway, her name is gonna be Fudge Bandit.” I announced.
“That’s cool!” Called out Donna.
I smiled. I tough the name suited. Well, she was a caramel fudge colour, and bandit was a mad name too!
“I have a name for my pup too.” Gerard said. Donna now rolled onto her back, arms across her stomach.
“Yeah?” She asked.
“I thought that Misfitted was suitable.” Gerard said. I giggled a little. It sounded like the name of a band we liked, The Misfits.
“That leave me then.” Donna said.
“Do you have a name yet?” I asked quickly. I wanted to know!
“Nyx... I dunno what’s up with that, I just like it.” Donna said softly.
“Well,” I said, clapping my hands together, “that settles that. Now, I’m hungry, who wants to get some eats?”
Nyx - Donna's Dog – Nightstars
Misfitted - Gerard’s Dog – ONotz
Fudge Bandit - Frank’s Dog – killjoys & midnightblackparade
I didn’t want to leave anyone out, so I combined two suggestions for Frank’s dog. And as for the suggestion ‘Kill joy’... I don’t think it would have worked and this is set in 2005 XD
Well, I got a cup full of muesli, some meat (don’t ask), so I'm ready to type the night away... but I don’t know if I'll update again til tomoz