Lady and the Tramp II

Throughout the following week, Luke stayed trapped at home, completely bored out of his mind. Jack hadn’t allowed him to have any friends over, and Alex asked him to help out with chores as much as possible to keep him occupied. He did stay busy, but nevertheless, he was still as bored as ever.

The young boy was in the backyard one morning, taking out the trash, when he heard a commotion coming from the alley. Quickly tossing the bag in his hand into the garbage bin, Luke hustled over to the fence, turning his head to look down the road. Fleeing toward him was a fairly large group of people, whom of which all seemed to be unlicensed and running from the man of law behind them. One of the runaways caught Luke’s eye in particular, a pretty blonde who didn’t look like she belonged with the rest of the hooligans she was with. Besides her, there was another female, a brunette, who looked much older than the blonde. Accompanying them were two scrawny looking boys, a quite burly looking guy, a smaller, cheery looking fellow, and finally, a stronger looking man who definitely seemed to be the leader of the group.

Luke was pulled from his thoughts by a voice shouting out, “Hey, Angel!” It took the young boy several seconds to realize that one of the men was talking to the blonde girl, whom of which had made eye contact with Luke as had been analyzing the group. Luke watched the girl in an almost state of awe, and he saw a smile pushing at the corners of her mouth as all the commotion played out in front of them.

“Huh? Why don't you come on out, dude?” The voice spoke again, and this time Luke was able to match it with the largest man’s person. Said man was walking over to the fence he stood behind, along with Angel and the shortest boy.

“I can't.” Luke sighed, hoping that they wouldn’t ask anymore questions, for fear of being embarrassed in front of the pretty girl.

“Why not?” The other male asked, French heritage quite obvious in his voice.

“I- I, uh, I’m grounded,” Luke admitted sheepishly, blushing as the three strangers chuckled to themselves.

“Well, I’m Angel,” the blonde spoke sincerely, “And these are Mooch and Francois. Back there, we have Ruby, Scratchy and Sparky, whose real names I’m really not quite too sure of, and of course, Buster.” Behind them, the other four members were having quite some fun as they played around with the officer that was trying to speak with them. This caught Angel’s eye, and she turned around to join in on the game. The cops belongings were tossed around between the group, his threats going in one of their ears and out the other. As soon as the annoyed man had called for backup, though, the pack was off, running as fast as they could.

Luke watched intently as the small crowd disappeared, deciding that he was already in trouble, so his next actions wouldn’t matter. Climbing the fence and hopping over in a single bound, Luke bolted down the alley, calling out, “Hey, you guys, wait for me!”

After about fifteen minutes of jogging, Luke finally found Angel, who seemed to be on her own.

“Hmm, I can see you know your way around an alley.” Angel laughed, walking over to the obviously lost and confused boy.

“It's that obvious?” Luke grinned, breathing slowly starting to level out.

“Couldn't miss it if I tried.” The blonde remarked, turning her attention to the license hanging from the teen’s belt loop by a green dog collar, in the fashion his fathers had once worn them. “What’re you doing out here if you have that?”

“I don’t want it, I never asked for it.” Luke mumbled, walking over to the trash bins on the side of the alley, and climbing onto them. Angel watched with a smirk on her face as her new friend lost his balance, foot slipping and sending him tumbling down into one of the bins.

Giggling, Angel offered Luke a hand as she said, “You've got your own style, don't you, tenderfoot?” Once Luke had been freed and had properly dusted himself off, Angel spoke again. “Listen, you don't belong on the street. You won't last five minutes out here.”

With that, Angel was turning away and heading down the alley. Once Luke lost sight of the girl, me made another split decision to follow her. It wasn’t a very smart decision, though, as it had him bolting into traffic and scurrying away from annoyed drivers.

Back at home, Alex had just finished up dinner and was looking around for Luke. After figuring that he had come back inside and snuck past Alex, the boy’s father decided to check in his room. Alex opened the door slowly, scared that the funny feeling in his stomach would end up accounting for something. Of course, Alex had been right, as the room was as empty as could be. Deciding not to panic too much, Alex checked the rest of the house twice over, before finally residing in his husband. The brunet found Jack in the living room, occupied by his phone.

“Jack?” Alex asked quietly.

“Hey pidge,” Jack looked up with a smile, lips faltering as he noticed the pale look on Alex’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Scamp, he’s- Well, I- I can’t find him anywhere. He’s not here,” Alex confessed, sending Jack a pleading look as tears filled his eyes. It felt a bit silly that he was crying already, but Alex knew that they had a large problem on their hands.

Jack got up from the couch swiftly, walking over to where Alex was standing and wrapping his arms around him. “Hey, we’ll find him, alright? He’ll probably be back soon, anyways. Don’t cry, love.”

Alex sniffled into Jack’s shoulder as he tried to believe his lover’s words, but unfortunately, something inside him told him that the situation wasn’t so simple.

Notes

hi hi hi sorry i'm so bad at updating and sorry these chapters suck but i swear they get better halfway through the story thanks bye