29I have decided to start writing author notes. haha.
My friend tells me trying to juggle two stories at the same time is suicide. I think she is full of boar crap. XD
I hope you have fun reading. I know I have fun writing.
Ty
PS - Oh. And PLEASE review. Even if it's to tell me that I should NEVER write another second because my work is HORRIBLE. Please review. I LOVE reading them. It makes me day.
Rules and Regulations Chapter Two
8:10
We had been two hours late. So I got there at 8:00. They left at 8:05. I started at 8:10. I decided to do it in that exact order that it was on the sheet. That means the grass was waiting to be sliced.
9:40
This one is easy. The lawn's sprinkler system sprung to life automatically at exactly 9:40. I hoped this would happen every morning - and I assumed that they would stop by themselves just as they had started.
9:50
I was hit by a stroke of lightning. This beautiful lightning bolt wore a tight band tee shirt. I think it was a "He is Legend" tee…but I can't be sure. He was wearing a pair of men's dVb skinny jeans, which rested perfectly on top of his Vans.
He also had a few dogs in tow.
God: Heyy! You are new. I'm Josh, what is your name?
Ty: Depends on who you ask.
What-the-fuck was that? I doubt he talks to anyone you know. Was that me trying to be smooth? I have no idea.
Josh: HAHA. Can't say I've heard that before. So is Depends-On-Who-You-Ask Hispanic?
Oh. A smart-ass rich boy – how original.
An involuntary smirk crept across my face.
What the hell! Why are you smirking? Are you trying to look like a bumbling idiot?
Ty: My name is Ty.
Josh: Oh good. That name was just to long for me to remember.
Suddenly I was socked in the face by The Rules.
Ty: Holy Shit! I can't talk to you. Jake is going to be so pissed! I need to walk the dogs…
Josh: Calm down. The dogs are right here. I would tell you their names – but they won't listen to you for a few days. HAVE FUN!
He then shoved the rings into my hand and watched me fly down the driveway.
How is HE the new help? I don't understand. He looks like he should be here. Living in a Buckhead mansion. Enjoying the good life. Not walking my dogs.
He was just so…strange. He was perfectly symmetrical. If it wasn't for the hideous clothing he was wearing – he may have looked better than me. His hazel eyes glittering and changing color in the sun. But sadly that was all I saw. Remember to put talking to him more on top of your list of things to do…
10:30
I was pulled back up the quarter mile long driveway until the dogs decided they had their fill of yanking my limp body around. Sitting next to the pool which was to the left of the main side entrance where I was standing was a kiddy pool with a note attached to the side of it.
I ran over to the kiddy pool and yanked off the note. This note was different from the first. The handwriting wasn't all inhumanly neat like before – it was just normal.
Supplies are in the plastic pool. All dogs are to be washed. Have fun.
Josh
He liked telling me to have fun. Although I got the sinking feeling this was going to be as much fun as the last time he gave me that sentiment. If they were as fun to wash as they were to walk I was fully prepared to smash my face against the pool decking now. But I knew I had to continue.
I removed the supplies doggy shampoo, brush, and crap like that and filled the pool with water. I pulled a random dog out of the mass. As I put the dog into the water I removed the obviously high-end collar. I searched for the name-tag on the collar.
Jessie. That is a nice name.
Ty: Herro Jessie Wessie! Is someone ready to be washed?
She looked at me – as If to tell me I was a moron – then shook her soaked coat all over me.
Ty: OH SHIT! Fine! I'll get it over with!
You should have taken yourself up on that Head vs Pool Deck offer.
I began to wash her. Fifteen minutes later the dog was home free.
The first four Jessie, Skye, Andie, and Bambi of the five went well. Although each dog had a very distinct personality – they were all relatively mild mannered. Although – the last one Roxie – not so much. She was fine until it got to the washing the shampoo off part.
I bent down towards her head right as she decided to jerk her snout towards the heavens. Our noses collided – and my body slipped backwards into the thirteen foot deep pool behind me.
I sunk to the bottom instantly. Like a freakin rock. I hadn't had enough time to grab a bite of fresh air before I sped off into the pool – so panic encircled my face for the few seconds of satanic limbo in which I realized I had nothing to breathe.
I finally pivoted my feet to push – yet for some reason I couldn't move. Maybe it was the fact that it was twenty-nine degrees outside – and considerably colder in this arctic pool. Maybe it was the fact that all for ends of my shoe laces had been caught in the pools draining system – disabling my movement. Maybe it was a combination of those two facts. Either way – I was stuck at the bottom of some rich assholes pool with no air left and no chance of reaching the surface anytime soon.