Olie and Emily

[Clowey]

Olie's paws hit the ground as he ran after a frisbee. It had been chewed many times and the logo had long since fallen off, or been scraped away. Now, it was just a hot pink frisbee with a little golden retriever puppy running after it and a good looking seventeen year old woman throwing it.

Emily laughed as Olie finally grabbed the frisbee out of the air. "Nice catch!" she called to him, bending down and hugging Olie tight. The frisbee was still clutched in his jaws.

[bLaKe]

Blake walked along the beach and admired the waves and how well the surfers rode them. He caught the sight of a girl hugging her dog and chuckled to himself. It reminded him of the time her dance with his rabbit-of course when no one was around.

[Clowey]

Emily turned, her long blond hair thrown around her. Olie had began yipping happily as he always did when he saw someone new.

She put him down and smiled at the new guy. He was kinda cute!

Olie charged at the guy, yipping in greeting. "Olie!" yelled Emily. He had gotten in trouble for that many times before now!

Olie skidded to a stop right infront of the guy and began sniffing his shoes. "Sorry," muttered Emily, picking Olie up. "You know you're not ment to do that again!" she scolded him. Olie let his head fall, but when Emily kissed him, Olie just perked back up agian.

Letting Olie down, Emily looked the guy over. "Sorry," she said again. "My dog's a bit to out-going." She smiled. "I'm Emily Carman," she said, holding out her hand. "What's your name?"

[bLaKe]

Blake grinned and petted the dog before he was pulled away. "No problem, he's a cute one," he said. He shook his black hair out of his face and grinned at Emily. "Call me Blake," he said, extending his hand for a shake.

[Clowey]

"Thanks, but he can be obnoxious," she said, grinning. "Nice name Blake!" She let Olie down and gave him back his frisbee. Olie yipped happily and started playing with it.

[bLaKe]

"I can see that," he chuckled. He patted the dogs head and smiled at Emily's comment. "Thanks, not my option though," he laughed.

[Clowey]

Emily laughed. "You've got a point there," she said, smiling. "Either way, I like it."

Olie was rolling in the ground, snarling at his frisbee and yipping at Blake. If Sasha had been there, she would've had that disgusted look she always had when Olie was acting like that.

[bLaKe]

Blake laughed at the dogs yelping and scratched behind his ears. "How old is he?" he asked.

[Clowey]

"Only a couple of months," she said, smiling down at Olie.

[bLaKe]

Blake nodded and brushed his hair out of his eyes again. This hair was starting to reach a length to where he definatly needed a trim. "Do you have anymore pets?" he asked.

[Clowey]

Emily nodded. "I have one tabby kitten. Her name's Sasha. Do you have any pets?"

[bLaKe]

"She sounds cute," he said. "I have a rabbit at home, his name's Pete, he's a lil white one," Blake said smiling. He wished his rabbit was with him now, he missed the little guy. "So I'm guessing you like to take him out a lot?" he asked.

[Clowey]

Emily smiled. "He sounds so cute. Like a magician's rabbit."

Nodding, she said, "Every day. That way he can run around and stuff, so he doesn't get fat and lazy!"

OOC: No muse!

[bLaKe]

Blake tilted his head back and laughed, causing his hair to fall back and back forward in a mess. He shook his hair back into place and chuckled, "Yup, I actually baught him from a magican."

[Clowey]

"Cool! Sasha was a stray, and Olie's mom was my grandma's dog!"

She picked Olie up and he began to squirm, and she threw him up in the air, but only a short distance from her hands, and caught him again.