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Puppies~Frank Iero

"Get a girlfriend, buy a puppy"
Fluff
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Carlie
I'm now the proud girlfriend of the Frank Iero. He's the best guy ever, honestly, he's so sweet! And oh my gosh is tattoos are amazing. I could spend hours admiring them. Oh wait, I do. Heh, whoopsie.

"Hey Frankie!" I shouted over the crowded parking lot. "Carlie!" He shouted back and came running over. My Chemical Romance has just got back from tour and Frank literally just got off the bus.

Anyway, as soon as he got over to me, he dropped his bags and picked me up in a hug. He spun us around as I laughed and held onto him tightly. "Carlie, I wish so much that I could've brought you. It was so amazing!" He gushed, his eyes lighting up as he told me about it. "I bet," I say, looking into his eyes. He was still hugging me, so I took the opportunity to lean forward and quickly peck his lips.

I pulled away and he grinned, grabbing his bags and stuffing them into the trunk. I slid into the passenger seat and Frank got into the drivers seat.

"Carlie, do you want a dog?" Frank randomly asked and I laughed. "Yeah sure, let's drop your stuff off at home first though." He agreed and we drove to the house in a comfortable silence, still holding hands.

He ran into the house and came back out within a minute. "Damn Frank, you must really want a dog." He nodded, "Yes but I'll tell you why later. I feel like it would be too awkward right now."

I was confused but went with it anyway. We got to the pet shop and as soon as I walked in, I spotted the one I wanted. It was a solid black pit bull, the only colour on him was a white star on his chest. His eyes were an amber green colour and as soon as he saw me he yipped excitedly and I tugged on Frank's arm. "That's the one," I said quickly and he nodded, a spark lighting up his eyes as he smiled. "Yeah, he's absolutely amazing."

The cashier, who was a teenager named Tara, came over to help get him on the leash, assuming it would be a struggle. But when Tara opened the latch on the gate, he stayed still. "Huh," she said in surprise, "he's never done that before."

"Come here boy," I called, clicking my tongue and slapping my thighs. Frank followed suit and he came running at us, stopping so we could get the leash on.

"Wow, are you guys, like, dog professionals or something?" Tara asked, amazed. "No, we just seem to have a certain way with them." She nodded at Frank's explanation, "I can see. Come on, let's go get some things for this boy and a name. He's only 10 months old, so we figured he'd gets adopted soon meaning we didn't name him."

She explained all of the stuff about him such as his health and high energy levels. "He really is a sweetie though," Tara said, turning around. "People just don't wanna adopt him because he's a pit bull." I frowned and said, "Well, at least the poor boy finally got a home."

Tara grinned, "Yeah he did. Whatcha wanna name him?" She asked as she got out a paper and a pen. I turned to look at Frank, saying, "You remember my old dog, Boss, the one I tamed?" He grinned, "Yeah, that's why I nicknamed you dog whisperer."

I grinned, "He looks exactly like Boss did . . . I was thinking–"

"–that we should name him Boss," Frank finished for me. I smiled and nodded excitedly and Tara smiled. "Ok, Boss it is," she chirped as she wrote it down. "Here's a few basic things you'll need, but I think you guys have this under control. Bye guys, bye Boss!"

We waved and got Boss in the backseat. We drove home in a blissful silence. Well, other than Boss's panting. I was so happy though, that I had forgotten about Frank's reason to get a dog.

"Ok, now that we have a dog," he said, sitting on the couch, "I can tell you the reason." I sat in front of him, cross legged and with my hands supporting my face. As he tried to form the sentence in his head, I gave him time by staring at my black high top converse. "Carlie," Frank said my name loudly and I jumped to attention.

"Hm?" He laughed, "You zoned out. I was so eager to get a dog because I figured it would be good practice." I cocked my head in confusion. "Practice for what? No offence, but you aren't the most athletic person ever."

He laughed, "None taken, I can't even run across the room without wheezing. But uh . . .I meant for a . . . a . . . a you know . . . a family." I was shocked, but also happy that he saw us together that far in the future. "Nice thinking Frankie . . . do you really think we'll be together that long?" He nodded and just as we were about to hug, Boss jumped up in our laps and licked our faces. "Love you too, Bossman," I said, laughing as Frank joined in.

We really were the perfect family already.

Fluff. As promised. And Boss is based off my old dog Boss same colouring and everything. I tamed him and we had a connection that neither me or my other dogs have, and he's been dead for 2 years now. I still feel that whenever I think of him. And now I'm crying. No, I'm crafting. Bye.

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