Russian It? Chapter 4
#13 of Road Rovers
chapter 4
The following morning, I woke up to Exile sleeping with his mouth open slightly, with a little bit of drool dribbling from it. I found it cute. I rubbed it off and Exile snorted, stirred, and continued his stay in Slumberland.
I got out of bed, put some clothes on, and went into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I wanted to make something special for the Rovers, so I made ham, eggs, and bacon.
I'm not the greatest chef in the world, and I didn't want to take Shag's place, either, so every now and again I make myself something while still getting a chance to enjoy Shag's spectacular meals as well.
The Rovers were finally waking up just as I finished setting up breakfast. The looks on their faces were hysterical! They quickly seated themselves at the table, and began to eat. They ate like they haven't eaten in _weeks!_Sometimes it's good to work for the Rovers. Even if that means that I have to be their maid for (almost) eternity.
"Jay, you didn't have to do this," Hunter said.
"I know, but I wanted to do something nice for you guys. After all, I don't get to see talking dogs very often!" I joked.
"Mmm...very tasty!" Blitz swooned.
"Eh, not bad. Better than my Grand-mommy's cookin' that's for bloomin' sure," Colleen complimented.
"How did you know that we liked all these things?" Exile asked.
"I just know." I smiled.
"You're, like, a gourmet genius!" Blitz exclaimed.
"Now, I don't know about that," I gushed. "Shag has cooked better things than this."
Shag gave me a look that looked like he was saying, "You got lucky, kid."
I sat down and ate as well. We chatted for about ten or fifteen minutes. We could've talked for a little while longer, but Professor Shepherd interrupted us by saying that there was another very important mission. He gave the Road Rovers orders and they followed them.
Within five minutes or so, the headquarters was bare. I cleared off the table, cleaned the dishes, and fed Muzzle. That took about an hour, hour and a half, somewhere around there.
Now I was sitting on the couch, watching the flames flicker and pop. This is boring without the Rovers, I thought to myself. I wish I had something to do.
As if he had read my thoughts, Muzzle came over to see what I was up to.
What's with this sudden mind reading thing? Do people actually read minds here? Because if they do, that would be pretty cool! "Hey, Muzzle, how ya doin', buddy?"
Muzzle whimpered.
I got up and petted his head. It was nice and soft, just like all of the others, since they are dogs.
Muzzle shoved his head into my hand as I kept petting him.
"You're not a bad dog, are ya, buddy? No, you're not. You're just misunderstood, that's all. You have no idea."
I sat back down and turned the TV on. There was nothing good on, as usual. I turned to the news channel, and I saw the Road Rovers saving the day for the hundred-billionth time.
"I wish Exile was here with me," I muttered. "Things would get pretty steamy in here, real quick."
I sighed and got myself off the couch. I walked to my room and threw myself onto my bed. "Boy, am I tired," I murmured.
Before I knew it, I was fast asleep, still waiting for the Rovers to return home, safe and sound.
* * *
About five hours later, they finally arrived back. They were a little beaten up and bruised, but nothing too serious.
"Jay!" Hunter called. "Jay? Where are you?"
"Hey, everyone, Comrade Jay is in his roomsky," Exile pointed out.
The rest of the Rovers came to my door and peered in. They could tell immediately that I was out like a light.
"Poor, kid," Hunter said, "he must've worked hard today. Let's leave him alone for a while."
The others agreed, and left me to peace and quiet. All except for Exile.
He walked up to me nice and slow, taking a good look at my sleeping face and body, which was wrapped in blanket. He knelt by my bedside and inspected my face for a while longer, analyzing my features as they twitched and lagged, enjoying their five or six hour break.
Then, he reached his hand out and slowly stroked my face with his knuckles.
I twitched and stirred a little, but continued sleeping.
"You're such a Weird Boy," he muttered. "But I love you."
He got back up and walked out the door, giving me one last glance before he left to change back to his canine form and return back to the world leader in Russia.