Page 49 of Chasing Lyric
Rip:The club’s getting ready for some gnarly shit, but Doughnut got into Ellie’s veggie garden. Fucking mutton making a mess. Anyway, I’ll send more pics in a few days. If the goat survives that long, and Ellie doesn’t cook him for destroying her veggies. LOL
I smirk, imagining Rip trying to protect Doughnut from the chaos he created after eating Ellie’s veggies, but I do wonder what Rip meant by the club is getting into some gnarly shit, though. They seemed like good people, but I did do some googling on what that 1% badge meant that they were all wearing, and I quickly stopped after reading how bad it supposedly makes them. They really didn’t seem like the type of club to beagainst the lawin that way. But I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Me:Can’t wait for the pictures! Thanks for keeping me in the loop! <3
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, gaining my attention. My heart does a flip-flop as I place my cell in my bag. Inwardly, I berate myself for behaving like a sixteen-year-old girl and walk with my head held high. I swing open the door, and Chase is there dressed in a suit, as always, and looking edible.
Maybe we should forgo the date?
Stop it, Lyri! Keep your panties on, girl.
“Hey,” I say nonchalantly.
“Hey… you look gorgeous,” he replies.
“So, ahh… come on in. I just have to feed my bird.”
Smooth, Lyri, real smooth.
He steps forward, shutting the door behind him. “You have a pet?”
“Yeah, my father gave him to me for my twenty-fifth… my present to make up for hislackof presence.”
He grimaces before I lead him through the living room out to the sunroom. “Geez, nice try, Dad.”
I scoff. “I know, right? Good thing I love the little dude.”
“Rawrr…little dude,” Polly repeats.
“It talks?” Chase asks in surprise.
“Yeah, he ahh… hasquitethe vocabulary.”
“Rawrr…fuck off, fuck right off,” Polly screeches loudly.
I roll my eyes as Chase opens his mouth wide in amusement. “See?”
Chase nods as I shove the container of apple in his hands. “Can you put it on the bottom of his tray? I gotta grab something.”
Chase takes the container from me as I race into the kitchen to grab my bag and cell.
“So, what’s his name anyway?”
“Polly…” I call out.
“Cute,” he replies.
“Polly Parton,” I finish.
Chase chuckles under his breath as I step back in the room, his eyes finding mine as he continues to snicker. “Oh, you’re serious? But you’re calling it a him? It’s a boy, but his name is Polly Parton?”
I shrug. “Didn’t know she was ahewhen I named him.”
“Rawrr…bullshit, bullshit,” Polly screams most inopportunely.
Chase chuckles as he hands a piece of cut-up apple to Polly, who takes it from Chase with his foot and starts to nibble on it, then he swallows it.
My eyes widen when I take in the bowl to see half the apple already gone. My stomach tightens as goose bumps cover my skin. “No. Way!”
