Once Zack was done he left without any more feeble protests about my new attitude. However, he did shoot a glare and mention something about checking in once in awhile. I snorted and rolled my eyes before shutting the door behind him. Now that he was gone, I could start thinking about how this new arrangement was really going to go.

I decided I should call an old friend of mine, we used to not get along thanks to mixed views on humans and their worth. I think he'll be glad about my new outlook on life.
Dialing the number, I made sure to keep an ear out for the room upstairs. Something tells me Zack would be dumb enough to try leaving the door unlocked for the brat, not that it would help much.

“Hello?” A groggy voice answered. Was he seriously still asleep? It's like, two in the afternoon.
“Hey, it's me.” I said, smiling.
“Alex? Why the fuck are you calling me?”
“Because you were right,” I stated, and there was a small pause before he gave a small laugh.
“Oh yeah? What did he do?”
“Ran off.” I shrugged, keeping my voice leveled.
“Really? Come to cry to me about it?” He asked, his voice already sounding cocky.
“Nope.” I popped. “I acquired a new one, and I think I'm going to need your help taming it.”
“Taming?” He asked, “What, did you go to one of those shelters with unrily pets?”
“Nope. I found this one, I figured you would be in on trying to control a wild human.”
“Wild? As in, never been owned?”
“Yup.”
“How in the world...” He muttered into the speaker. “Well, I'm going to have to check this out.”
“Good, when do you wanna get started?” I asked.
“Hmm, well, this sounds like too much fun, I can come over immediately. Do I get to bring my toys?”
“Sure, sure. In fact, I think you should bring an example. One of your especially tamed pets.”
“Oh? This human must have gave you some trouble for you.” He chuckled. “Anything else?”
“Hm, nope, how long till your over?”
“Give me an hour.”
“Awesome.” I smirked, looking up the stairs. “Thanks Pete.”

Hanging up, I walked upstairs, surprised that the cretin didn't even attempt to walk out of the room. Or perhaps Zack did lock it behind him? Maybe he's not up to pissing me off more. Once at the top of the steps, I headed over to the door, checking the handle. It was unlocked, then what the fuck is going on here?

Opening the door, I looked into the room, eye landing on the bed immediately. There was a lump under the thin blanket,a tuff of black hair peeking out from underneath it. Stepping in quietly, I shut the door behind me and walked in closer.

“Hey,” I called. “Hey brat.”

Nothing. The lump didn't even stir. Frowning, I stalked up closer. Was he sleeping or faking? Tugging the blanket, I lifted the thin material to find him completely out, curled up with his broken arm held close to his chest. Shrugging, I dropped the blanket and stepped out, being sure to shut the light off and lock the door. I guess being a little shit who yells all night long wears you out, not that it matters, considering I'll have to get his ass up when Pete gets here.

Yawning, I realized I was kind of tired as well. Heading over to my own room, I fell onto the bed, not bothering with moving under the covers and stared at the ceiling, letting my mind wander into a sort of daydream...

Though it ended up just being a memory.

Alex looked down at the mass of pillows and blankets, rolling his eyes as he noticed just the tiniest bit of dark hair peeking out from them. Really? Again with this...

“You,” He started, pulling back a pillow, “sleep in the most ridiculous of ways.”
“Shut up.” The person looked up, scrunching his face. “Lemme nap longer.”
“Only if I get to nap with you, scoot over.”
“Oh fine.”

With room to slip into bed, Alex happily crawled in, giving the pillow back to him and snuggling into his partner's side.

“I love you.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around the slightly small figure.
“Yeah,” It replied, clearly already falling asleep. “You too.”

My eye snapped open at the sound of my doorbell ringing. Shaking my head, trying to forget the things I was thinking about, I got up and glanced at the clock, that was definitely not an hour.

Walking back down, I decided to whip out my phone and text Zack, asking why the brat was sleeping like the dead. Once I made it to the bottom of the stairs, there was a reply that simply said, pain meds, and that was that. Frowning, for probably the hundreth time already that day, I just pocketed the device deciding that if Zack wanted to be a piss baby, then I would leave him alone for a couple days.

Opening the door, I looked down at the Coyote hybrid named Pete Wentz.

“That so was not an hour.” I said, smirking. He just shrugged and waved a hand that was clearly holding some leather.
“I couldn't wait, and brought the example.” He tugged on the leather and a slightly shorter, human, guy came into view. “This is Patrick, my favorite and now most behaved pet.”
“Why his he carrying a packback?” I asked, eyes looking over the pet. He was cute, sure, but not really my type.
“I don't carry my things if I don't have to.” Pete snorted. “You have a lot to learn, welcome to the big boy owner's club.”
“Yeah, shut it.” I chuckled, and moved out of the way. “Come on in.”
“Thank you,” He stepped in, his pet only moving once Pete was ahead of him and obediently following behind.
“Take a seat wherever.” I added, shutting the door behind them.

I watched as Pete took a seat on the couch, and point to the ground, where Patrick sat down, or rather, knelt down to side, slightly. He really was trained to near perfection, it was weird to see. Then again, I used to think that sort of training was unnecessary.

“Alright, so where is it?” Pete asked, watching me as I moved to join him on the couch.
“Upstairs, locked in a room, asleep.” I said. “I figured you'd wanna hear the story behind him being here first.”
“Sure, sure.”
“Alright, so I was upstairs, asleep when I heard something...”

I told him everything, from when I first found Jack up to this moment. I told him about breaking his arm, Zack being annoying, and how I'm not really sure where to go from here.

“Well, for one thing, what exactly do you want from him?” He asked, and I shrugged.
“Uhh, I guess chores and shit.” And for frustrations cause I'm sure he'll press my buttons.

“That's it?” He asked, seeming surprised.
“Yeah.... why?”
“Dude, you don't even know all the things pets are used for, do you? With whathisname you acted like he was your little housewife or something.”
“Yeah and look how well that went.” I huffed, ticked that he brought it up.
“Well, this is going to be a lot more work then I thought.” Pete said. “Well let your pet sleep for a little while longer, you're going to need some education first.”

Well then, this should get interesting....

Notes

Yeah this sux bye