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Before he knew it, the clock had already struck noon.

The blue-feathered bird had been vacantly staring at himself in the mirror for nearly an hour.

No mental debates nor existential pondering had taken place during that time, just thoughtless, blank staring.

After extreme emotional turmoil and extreme psychological stress, Grey had deemed it necessary to take a hiatus from college courses. Feeling distraught and overwhelmed, he'd dropped all his classes and registered for the following semester. The blue jay had found he'd regretted that decision only a few weeks after he'd done it. It truly is a jarring contrast from spending all night studying and reading to spending all day sleeping and self-loathing. Grey enjoyed the first week. The second week dragged on. It's been nearly a month and he found himself nearly going insane. The money, food, and housing was not a problem. On paper, he should be happy. But he wasn't. In fact, he couldn't recall the last time he had been happy. He had only himself to blame, however. Grey had secluded himself heavily from others, going out of his way to avoid conversation with other people. He was a textbook introvert.

In the calm of his empty stare, a wave struck him. An influx of emotion the likes of which he'd never felt before. It'd been lying dormant, subtly bubbling beneath him for days. The realization of what he was missing, what he knew he wanted but gave up on so long ago. There, as he stared at himself, the wave of anger hit him. Grey couldn't take it anymore. The loneliness, the pointlessness, the overall nothing his life was. This feeling had been subdued for too long, and he was angry at himself for ignoring it. Before he even realized what he was doing, he was staring at his own bloody knuckles.

He punched the mirror. The shrill cracking of the glass reverberated across the tiled walls of the minuscule bathroom. The scales on his hands were dark, coarse and rough, but had still been punctured and dripped slowly with crimson. He'd later think of this action as the catalyst. The event that led him to break the cycle.

Hours later, when he'd cleaned up his hand, bandaged it, showered and dressed, the bird stood in front of his window. The only view of the city in his apartment had been covered by three layers of curtains. He sighed and opened them, then pulling open the window pane and letting the gray, desaturated light fill the room. As the loud sounds of bustling city street life filled his ears and the deafening silence of his studio apartment was droned out, a small level of comfort washed over him.

"Fuck," Grey whispered to himself, "Fucking, fucking fuck."

Being coddled and overly-sheltered as a child, he naturally developed a taste for rebellion, moving to the big city in spite of his mother's wishes. Burying himself in his studies, he shut himself off. Although he liked to think of himself as a free-spirit, he had a crippling fear of the unknown. So he stuck to a routine. Talked to no one. Ordered pizza online and watched Netflix till the early hours of the morning. And it was boring. He groaned and leaned on the windowsill, looking down on the people. At twenty-five stories up, the fall would kill him. But he didn't fear the impact of the pavement down there. He feared the people down there.

He closed his eyes and tried his absolute hardest to remember the things that used to bring him joy. Squinting and focusing hard, several scenes from his past floated through his head.

"Reading comics on this building's roof for the first time. The sounds of nightlife, the cool midnight breeze, the smell of rain and the vibrant neon colors below blending with the sharp colors of the comic's pages."

"Walking home from class with no homework. Music blaring through earphones, the requiting sense of relief that comes with completing a task, the smell of coffee drifting through the many cafes on campus on his way out, and the sight of an empty paved pathway in front of him. "

"Empty..."

Smiling, he recalled the one instance in recent history where he felt utter and complete bliss.

"The back of the local library, at night. The sounds of the air conditioning providing beautiful white noise, the slight excitement that comes from being the only one in a room, the earthy smell of old books, and the magical sight of dimmed lights illuminating towering bookshelves."

"That's what I'm fucking doing today."

Sometime later, a few hours before the Applecrest Library's closing time, Grey left his apartment. Dressed in a black peacoat that accentuated his long, slender form and sharply contrasted his vibrant blue feathers, along with plain black pants and his favorite black converse, he made his way to his destination. Granted, it was especially hard for someone in his condition. He'd take the stairs, rather than an elevator whenever possible, dreading the close contact with another person. Grey would walk, rather than take public transportation. He'd find himself having to leave much earlier than others would, in order to commute.

Perhaps it was because of this that he'd developed a slim and somewhat muscular physique over the years. Not that it mattered, of course. Romance always seemed to elude him. In fact, thoughts of intimacy had been long since abandoned by the blue jay. Not to say he was something of an asexual, but he'd certainly never downloaded any dating apps.

Soon he was pushing the revolving door and entering the library. It was a near the edge of the city, away from the skyscrapers, traffic, and Grey's apartment building. Out of the way, sure. Superior selection? Not quite. But he loved it.

"_Perfect timing, too,"_he noted, watching as half the library's lights dimmed, signaling that they'd only be open for another hour.

It was pleasingly empty. He turned to see an extremely bored elk behind the counter staring at the screen of her computer, slightly grinning. Grey then turned his sights to his location in mind, walking past the tall bookshelves to the back of the library. He walked right down the last aisle and took a seat at the wall's adorning bench. He sighed.

This was it. He'd cornered himself like some wounded animal and he felt...safe. Almost content. The avian let his eyes close, taking in the scene. But something was different. Something was off. Relief alluded him. The tides of emotion were returning, and he felt the waves were bigger - this time, of fear.

"No relief? No joy, in anything?"

He opened his eyes.

"I'm just sitting in a fucking library by myself, I-"

His breath caught his throat.

"...by myself..."

He forcefully ignored the realization and decided it was time to leave. Standing up too quickly, he lost balance and grabbed the shelf for support. In doing so, he looked to the right to see if he'd embarrassed himself.

And his heart sank.

At the end of the aisle stood a short, cute, punk-rock rat.

She looked up from her stack of books to meet his eyes, playfully smirking.

"What the fuck that's the fucking most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life holy shit-"

His heart sank again as he suddenly realized that he'd been making eye contact with her for too long. Suddenly it was a hundred degrees and he regretted wearing his peacoat. The avian was on the verge of legitimately panicking, his heart thumping and his mind racing with that old familiar saying.

"Fight or flight?"

He couldn't even laugh at the ridiculousness of it - he was literally cornered by the thing that he'd feared the most. Milliseconds passed like hours, and he looked back up at her to notice that her smile had begun to fade, ever so slightly.

"I'm freaking her out, am I? I probably look like a fucking creep, I just need to regain composure and get the hell out of here-"

But his legs wouldn't work the way he wanted them to. Something wanted them to stay. To do something he'd never do. To break the mold. To talk to someone. A mental debate. He couldn't recall the last time he's had one. The other voice would be subdued deep down in the recesses of his mind. But today was different. He punched a mirror.

Grey wasn't an idiot. Nor was he unaware of social abnormalities. He pulled his phone from his coat pocket to produce a distraction. She might think he was in the library for a normal reason. He opened his notepad app and began spamming letters into it, feigning texting.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted her. She was still there. Why was he still there? He didn't know. He swiped through every app he had, absorbing the feeds and new posts for the day in seconds, desperately looking for anything to forget about her. But he was fighting a losing battle. The waves were back. Grey was sick of being Flight. The emotions he'd subdued for so long emerged, angry at him for going so long denying himself of happiness. Grey chose Fight, and his risk-free life just ended.

"Hi." He heard himself say.

The bird looked up at her, thinking for a second that it was her that said it. The rat looked up at him. She had gotten farther down the aisle and was now much closer to him. He could make out numerous more details about her that he hadn't quite picked up on upon his first nervous glace. She had vivid red eyes, beautiful, luscious eyelashes, and a playful smile. Her fur was dark gray and white, she adorned a leather jacket and wore tight ripped shorts that heavily accentuated her thick thighs. She also said "Hey" about a minute ago.

He blinked, suddenly realizing he was staring.

"What's up?" she said, looking at him casually as if she'd already known him.

"Shit. What's up with me? I'm fucking having a nervous breakdown because I'm talking to another person for the first time in weeks-"

"I-uhm...nothing. Just-yeah. How are you doing?" He stuttered out, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

"Fuck what was that-"

"I'm fucked. I need to find like, ten more books and this shitty library is closing soon."

The bird silently chuckled upon hearing her expletives, finding comfort in the fact that they at least had that in common. The gray-furred rodent pulled a crumpled list from her jacket pocket and sternly glared at it, furrowing her brow whilst mouthing the names of the books she sought after. Grey didn't know why but he found that really cute.

"Stop fucking checking her out and say something, dumbass."

"U-um, maybe I could help you," He weakly muttered.

She looked up at him, her expression unreadable.

"Find books-your books-the books you need." He added, nervously stepping back and shoving his hands into his peacoat pockets.

"Oh, thanks, dude!" She beamed, stepping closer to him and bringing the list into view.

Upon the close proximity, Grey fought the overwhelming urge to step farther back and separate himself from the company. The simple act of letting one approach him was something he'd always avoided. But today, upon this completely backward day, things were different.

Milliseconds moving like minutes once again, the first thing Grey noticed was her smell.

"Fucking fuck, she smells like beer and weed and I fucking love it."

Then Grey noticed that all the books on the list were seemingly obscure - college-level books concerning music and such with lengthy titles such as "The Modern Melodic Theory: Volume 21".

"This-uh, This library doesn't have the biggest selection-"

"Yeah, I noticed. But where would these be?"

"Those are...uh, music theory, I think they're gonna be over here..." Grey started, then nervously and awkwardly side-stepped around the rat to begin walking towards the aisle in question. It wasn't a long trip, just about fifty steps, but halfway through the trek, Grey began to feel, for the first time, how stressful it was to be followed. Luckily, he'd found the section, and stepped back and let her view the selection.

"Uh, do you see any-"

"Oh, fuck yeah! They're all here!"

"Okay, w-wait, what?"

The rat set her already-large stack of books on the ground and squatted before the shelf. She then began quickly pulling numerous books, most of them being thick in size. Time slowed again. Grey watched as her crimson eyes scanned the shelves, and lit upon finding another required item. Her lips grew to a smile, and Grey found himself smiling as a result.

"You barely even know this chick, what the fuck-"

"You need help with that?" Grey asked, noticing the ever-growing array of stacks.

She looked up at him, slightly out of breath and smiling.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome, thanks."

The blue jay crouched down beside her, beginning to assemble a pile that he'd take. He'd tried his hardest to focus on this task, even though the close proximity was nearly frying his brain and burning his feathers. Then she spoke up again.

"Hey, by the way, do you even work here?" She jokingly said.

"Oh, uh, no, sorry. I'm..a," He began, getting exponentially flustered with each second before stopping and taking a breath.

"Stop being a fucking weirdo and say words."

"I'm Grey." He chuckled, painfully meeting her eyes and hesitantly putting forth his hand for a handshake. Before he could even overthink the decision of his, he found the rat had enveloped her hand in his.

"Amber." She stated, smiling.

"She's so fucking warm and soft and That fucking smile holy shit-"

"That's...that's a nice name."

The rat ceased from organizing the books to stare at him and raise an eyebrow.

"That's a nice name? What the fuck is that?"

"I mean... it's fitting, heh. You-your red eyes, they're like fire- fire, embers, amber-"

"Stop talking."

Amber chuckled again.

"Thanks. Can't say the same for you, though."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Grey? You're...very blue, my dude."

"Oh, yeah, heh. Well, I guess I like to think of it as... ironic."

They both shared a light laugh. Amber then quickly stood up, carrying her half of the books. Grey followed suit, holding the books and walking beside her to the front desk. She then nudged his shoulder with hers, catching him off guard.

"So you're an ironic person, is what you're saying? Just full of jokes and wit? You don't strike me as the type." Amber teased, playfully grinning at him.

Grey found most of the pain associated with being in public and talking to a person begin to wither away.

"Um, what type do I strike you as?"

"Nerd, totally. Quiet-shy-awkward-nerd type."

Grey felt his face flush, heart-rate increase, and his mood dampen.

Amber noticed his slight hesitations.

"Lighten up!" She exclaimed, nudging his shoulder once more, this time harder.

The bird flinched at the contact, almost losing balance.

"I meant it in a nice way!" She added.

"No it's fine, I, I didn't take offense to it."

"Yes, you did."

Soon the two found themselves at the front counter, setting down their books. The apathetic teenage elk slowly gazed up at them, rolling his eyes and beginning to speak.

"Library card." He blankly stated.

Amber brought fourth her small leather purse, fishing out her card and handing it to the man. The elk grabbed it and haphazardly scanned it. A negative beep was heard.

"It's expired."

"What?"

"Your card doesn't work. It's expired."

"Can library cards expire? Is that even a thing?"

"Sorry, you can't rent these books today. And we're almost closed, so-"

"Here," Grey said, offering his own library card to the elk.

Rolling his eyes, he scanned it. A positive _ding!_emitted from the machine. The librarian loudly sighed and began the process of scanning each book. As he did so, Amber turned to Grey.

"Holy shit, thank you so much dude," she chimed.

"I...It's no problem," he uttered, looking away from her.

Amber eyed him with a confused glare. Grey turned back to look at her.

"She looks so fucking cute when she's confused. Wait, stop staring, say something!"

"So uh, what are all these for?"

"College. My friends and I needed some books."

"What's your major?" He automatically asked.

"Art. Yeah, pathetic, I know-"

"No, it's not, that's...that's mine too, heh."

Amber heartily laughed. Grey was infatuated with the sight. And then he decided he'd do anything he can to see it again.

"Okay, these are due in three weeks," The elk stated. "You need a bag for that?"

"You guys give out bags?"

"...No."

The elk slowly blinked.

"Also, we're closed now so I'm gonna have to ask you guys to-"

"Yep, yeah. Okay. See you in three weeks."

The two began walking out of the quiet, warm library into the loud, cold air of the city street. Once out, Amber turned to Grey and spoke up.

"M-my house isn't too far from here, it's like a five-minute walk."

"Y-you...want me to walk with you?"

"Well I can't carry these all by myself-"

"Oh, no, I get it! Yeah, okay!"

"You're not uncomfortable with it or anything?"

"What? No, do I look uncomfortable?"

"Yes. Very."

"Well, I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat awkwardly before continuing, "I've had a really boring...week...and..."

He met her eyes and smiled.

"This is pretty cool."

"Checking books out of a library? Yeah, that's not cool."

"Well-"

"When we get back to my house, I'll show you some _really_cool shit!"

Grey felt his cheeks flush.

"Fuck off! I didn't mean it like that!"

"I know! I didn't think you meant it like that!"

"You totally did! You had that 'oh hell yeah' look on your face-"

"I don't- I'm...I'm not that kind of guy."

"Oh, you're gay?"

"NO!"

"Okay good, I'm glad we cleared that up."

There was an awkward pause as the two continued walking. As they approached the beginning of the suburbs, Grey soon recalled what she said earlier.

"Wait, did you say 'house'?"

"Yeah, I share it with four of my friends. It's pretty hectic but it works."

"That's...neat."

"Neat?" Amber chuckled.

"Well when I had friends, almost all of them had tiny shithole apartments in high buildings - it's been a while since I've been in like, a house-house...strange as that may sound."

"Oh okay, I see."

Wait-did you just say-

"Sorry, did you say 'had' friends?"

"Uh...no?"

"C'mon you're not THAT pathetic, are ya?"

"You'd be surprised."

Another awkward silence enveloped the two, the absence of conversation causing Grey to become more and more self-conscious about what he just said.

"Shit. Self-deprecating humor fucking always makes things awkward."

"Hey, you seem chill though. Would've thought you had some friends, at least."

"No, not really."

The streetlights began to turn on and illuminate the sidewalk before them with a flickering orange glow.

"Y-you're chill too," Grey added, avoiding eye contact.

Amber giggled

"Thanks, Grey."

The loud sounds of the city streets soon faded out, replaced with the quiet sounds of suburban life - wind brushing through treats and the sounds of footsteps crushing leaves as they walked.

"So, do you just go out of your way to avoid people?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

The two crossed a street, leading up to a cul-de-sac.

"What made you approach me?"

"Well-I, Uh, Just...I thought you looked..."

She smirked at him.

"...like you needed some help. So, that's why. Yep. Yeah. Is this your house up here?"

"You're a shitty liar."

"I'm a shitty everything, honestly."

"Self-deprecation. Real attractive."

He breathed in.

"Well, there's more where that came from."

"Oh look, it has a sense of humor!"

"It?_I'm _it?" He laughed.

Amber burst into laughter as well, the two heartily chuckling at each other's banter. After a while, they fell into silence again.

"You have a nice laugh." She said.

The avian's cheeks flushed once again, his heart thumping in his chest.

"T-thanks?"

"It's just so fucking low and bassy it's like I could feel it, it's insane."

"That's uh, thank you, again."

The rat began staring at him, her fiery red eyes looming into his soul.

"For liking it." He continued.

She was still staring.

"M-my laugh," he stuttered, looking away from her. The blue jay was now beginning a downward spiral into a full-blown panic mode. The tiny amount of confidence he'd mustered throughout his walk with her began to wither, as the reality of the situation dawned on him. Grey was terrible at social situations, and could not, for the life of him, read her emotions. He had no clue what she thought of him, and the unknown brought uncertainty, which was a gateway to panic.

"_Why the fuck are you even doing this? Go the fuck home, lay in bed and sleep for twelve hours, why are you putting yourself through this?"_He thought. Although, deep down, he knew the reason why.

After being in the same room, listening to the same music and watching the same shows in a depressing loop for months, she was new. That's what motivated Grey to keep talking, to keep walking and to not slither away like he always did. However, he was in a constant mental battle, as the inner workings of his mind operated at a short and painful loop at this point.

"Just go home."

"Wait, no, don't"

"Just keep breathing."

"Are you walking weird? Stop! walk normally!"

"She thinks you're fucking weird."

"It's a lost cause, dude."

"Just go home."

Before he realized he'd been looking down for too long, it was too late. He'd walked too far forward and bumped into her backside. The initial impact took him by surprise, and he'd nearly leaped back in shock. Again, realizing that he'd bumped into Amber's thick rear, he leaped back again, even more shocked.

"Oh fuck!" He exclaimed, "I'm so sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts and I-"

"It's fine, it's fine," Amber ushered. "C'mon, let me show you inside."

Suddenly Grey realized he'd been standing in before a large front door that led to Amber's house. Watching his step, he entered after her, stepping beside her and taking in the sights of the house as she closed the door with her free hand. Her shared living room was cluttered with shelves filled completely with CDs, musical instruments, withered band posters adorning the walls, and empty beer bottles scattered across the floor.

"Did you, uh, just have a party or...something?" Grey asked.

"I guess, kinda, yeah. My roommate Devin has his band practice in the garage and they hang out here for a while after. They always make a fucking mess," Amber half-heartily chuckled.

Before walking further and exploring more of the house, the bird stopped himself, suddenly realizing what he was doing there. Before he could let his brain run amok once again, he spoke up.

"W-where-...where did you want these?"

"Oh! Yeah, uh, just set up over here," she said, leading him to an empty countertop

Grey did as told, dropping the stack of books onto the kitchen's long counter. He then stood awkwardly in place, not knowing what to do with his hands.

"You wanna drink?"

"I-What? Okay."

Before he could process the question, a cold beer slid across the counter and into his hands. The curvaceous rat stood at the opposite end, twisting off the bottle cap and taking massive gulps of the liquid. Grey cautiously sniffed his own bottle, hesitantly taking a sip.

"This tastes really bad."

"So how do ya like it?" Amber asked.

"It tastes really good! Thank you!"

The two fell into a silence, casually sipping their respective beverages as the blue jay looked around at the decorum of the house. Turning his gaze back to her, he noticed that she'd gone, and nearly jumped when he'd spotted her just next to him.

"Oh! Hi-"

"Just wanted to thank you for helping me out with that library stuff - it's so fucking dumb right?"

"Yeah, I didn't know those cards expired. Oh, anyway, uh, you're welcome."

"Mhm."

Another awkward silence.

"Am I overstaying my welcome? I mean, I walked her books home, that was the only reason I came. Right?"

"Shit, yeah that reminds me- what's your phone number?" She asked, pulling out her phone from her jacket pocket. Grey's face flushed for the hundredth time that night. New and uncomfortable experiences seemed to be the theme for today.

"Um, what?" He stuttered out, again finding her eye contact to be incredibly frightening.

"So I can text you, dumbass. For when I need to return the books. I used your card-"

"Oh yeah, okay, okay," he stammered.

"Here just- put it in yourself," she said, offering him his phone.

He took it delicately from her hands, as if a burning hot sheet of glass, and gingerly tapped in his contact information. Grey carefully offered her back the phone, which she quickly took and aimed at him.

"Say cheese!"

"What?"

_Snap!_The phone's camera flashed and shuttered. Rapidly blinking, Grey began trying to orient himself when he heard the sound of Amber's laughter.

"What was that for?"

"I...I needed...a contact picture for you..." she laughed, "...look at this pic- HAHAHA!"

The rat held up her phone to the bird, displaying a quite bright, candid shot of a very confused Grey with dilated pupils and mouth slightly agape. Even in the appropriate situation, Grey was not very photogenic and was never one to actively seek new ways to be in photographs. The picture of him didn't portray him in too harsh of a negative light, but he still felt overwhelmingly embarrassed.

Even so, the embarrassing sight of the phone in front of him soon grew out of focus, and second place to another sight - Amber happy and smiling. And Grey couldn't help but smile himself. After the laughter died down, Grey's smile fell to a slight frown, realizing now that he was prolonging his stay. He needed to leave.

"Hey, uh- t-thanks for the beer, I think-"

"Oh, do you have to go?"

"Well, I mean..."'

His heart started to beat incredibly fast. His scaled hands began to shake lightly. He looked up to meet her eyes, not only staring into the charred red irises but also gazing upon her entire body, his heart fluttering with attraction.

"I can stay if you want me to. I can stay if you want me to. Just fucking say it you dumbass."

"I was gonna order a pizza and watch some Netflix, you could stay if you want."

"Holy shit that sounds awesome."

"Holy shit that-" Grey stopped, beginning to blush. "....that s-sounds great."

Amber giggled, shaking her head slightly and heading into the kitchen. Grey watched her fondly as she stepped away, his eyes trailing from her perky, pierced ears, down her voluptuous, hourglass frame and fixating on her thick, round-

"You're fine with pepperoni, right?"

"WHAT? YEAH!"

As time went on, the blue jay grew more comfortable in his social interactions with the rat. They sat on the couch whilst waiting for the pizza and shared thought-out, detailed introductions. Grey learned that Amber was twenty-nine, a full-time employee at one of the town's few record stores, an orphan, a drummer, and the most interesting and attractive person that he'd ever met. At every turn, in just about every conversation, every anecdote, Amber's life had subverted expectation. In living a mundane, routine life, Grey found her to be incredibly refreshing and...enchanting. Upon the course of their discussion, Amber had learned that Grey was twenty-one, unemployed, an only child, a movie buff and perhaps the shyest person she'd ever met.

When she'd do so much as scoot a bit closer to the bird, he'd flinch and tense up as if he'd touched a hot stove. Grey noticed the slight disappointment in her eyes when he'd do this. His voice was naturally quiet and soft, so he could see her reasoning for wanting to get closer to him. Even if it were for another reason, a more...flirtatious one, he wanted more than anything to welcome it. Gritting his beak together, he tried his hardest.

Amber had been telling Grey about some of the absurd customers she'd encountered in her line of work when he'd made the decision to shift a few inches closer to her. Right as he'd began to act on this decision, the doorbell had rung and he'd nearly leaped back in shock. Of course, this enticed some lighthearted laughter from the rat.

She got up from the couch, chuckling, "I'll get that." Grey didn't pass up the chance to stare at her ass. Mentally scolding himself, he got up and followed her to the door. The pizza deliverer was a large, buff leopard man, bolstering a tight-fitting red uniform and slightly tilted visor hat.

"Oh, hey Amber," he said, in a gruff voice.

"Hey, Nigel. How's the work tonight?" Amber asked.

"Pretty busy, ya know, Saturday nights," Nigel answered.

"Y-yeah, pizza's always like a...saturday...food," Grey spoke up.

An awkward silence filled the room, Nigel confusedly staring at the bluebird, then to Amber.

"Pizza's great, heh," Grey added.

"So that'll be fifteen bucks."

"Oh I got it," Amber said, fishing out her wallet.

"So you guys on a date or somethin'?" Nigel exhaled.

The blue jay's heart stopped.

"Hell yeah!" Amber exclaimed, handing Nigel the money and taking the pizza into her hands. "Actually, it's our third date! Wish us luck, bro."

"Wait- I don't-"

"Oh shit," Nigel chuckled. "Hahaha, you lucky fuckin' blue bird. Enjoy that pizza!"

"I'm not-"

The door slammed shut.

Then they were alone.

"T-third date?" Grey stammered.

"Dude, don't trip. C'mon lets 's watch some dumb shit."

And watch dumb shit they did. Putting on an incredibly bad horror film, the two sat apart and ate their pizza. For the first time in a long while, time seemed to blissfully fly by for the blue jay. The two were cracking jokes, exchanging banter and making witty comments throughout the entire two hour period. The avian's wealthy knowledge of the medium combined with his scholarly vernacular led to some pretty creative and humorous commentary. As time went on, the two grew closer, both mentally and physically. After the pizza was gone and the movie ended, Grey found himself deep in the corner of the couch with Amber sitting right next to him, her thigh touching his, the sensation pleasantly burning.

As the credits began to roll, he felt he should say something.

"Well, that was fuckin' stupid." Grey chuckled.

"You," Amber started, pressing a finger into his chest, "are pretty fucking fun to watch movies with."

The physical contact alone was enough to make the blue jay's heart-rate increase, but the genuine comment, along with the sultry delivery caused the bird to emit a noise he hadn't before.

"Hh-heh..heh," He squeaked.

The rat flashed a huge smile.

"Well that was fucking cute," She chimed.

"I-...I'm sorry, I don't-" He stammered, "I don't usually do that."

Amber continued to warmly stare at him. Her finger remained planted in the center of his chest, slowly flattening into a smooth, warm palm against his pectorals. Her gentle grin slowly fell to a confused stare.

"Is...that normal?"

"Is what normal-"

"Your heartbeat, it feels like a fucking vibrator."

"That's- yeah I'm just-"

"Nervous? Yeah, I figured."

Grey nervously gulped and turned away from her. He could feel her getting closer to him. He needed to come up with something, a distraction. He noticed the door to the garage was slightly ajar and spotted a large speaker in the dim light.

"Hey uh, can you show me the garage?!" He interjected, standing up quickly, "It uh, looks cool!"

Her eyebrows flattened. Amber sighed, rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Sure, let's go." She exhaled.

Grey let Amber pass him, following her into the dimly lit garage. Straining his eyes, he could barely make out some shapes of large musical equipment filling up most of the room. Then, in an instant - the room was illuminated. Not with blinding fluorescent lights, but with an array of colored bulb lights strung across the ceiling of the garage. Red, green and blue lights illuminated the musical equipment. The air was musky and somewhat humid - the garage had very poor ventilation, and Grey was growing hotter by the second. He spotted a drumset piled up against the opposite wall, and across the room, facing him, stood two massive speakers a few feet apart and facing one another.

"Woah, those are...those are big speakers."

"Yeah, don't ask how we got 'em because honestly, I have no fucking idea."

"Was that the cool shit you wanted to show me?" He said, referencing her words from earlier.

"Not necessarily." She whispered, just out of range of his hearing. Amber leaned over and pulled out an auxiliary cord, plugging it into her phone and standing in between the two, towering speakers. She motioned for Grey to come stand next to her.

"This is like the beginning Back to the Future," Grey chuckled, making his way over to her. "You're not gonna blast some real heavy metal, are ya?"

Grey began to grow increasingly nervous as he approached her, once again. It turned out that space in between the large speakers was much narrower than he'd thought. His heart began to thump powerfully, as he stood just about an inch away from her. Amber looked down at her phone, flipping through her music library.

"Well I was going to, but now I feel like that'd be a dick move," she replied, not looking up from her phone.

"Heh, you can, if...you...if-...uh...," Grey stuttered. She looked up at him about halfway through his reply, flashing her signature playful smile. She stood there, illuminated by the multi-colored, warm lights, her soft, round face just a few inches from his. He mirrored her grin once again, finding her gaze terrifyingly calm and her presence...fun.

He then realized that he'd started a sentence and hadn't finished. He was also staring, again.

"Shit! Say something you fucking creep!"

"You, um...I-...I'm really happy that I met you today, Amber."

"Yeah, I'm really glad I met you too, Grey."

The two stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to proceed.

"Were you gonna pick a song?"

"I can't, really. I got like a few thousand songs on here."

"H-hit shuffle?"

"That's pretty risky, man. I got some screamo on here."

Grey took a step closer.

"Really? I thought you were the risk-taking type."

Amber chuckled, flipped Grey off, and hit the shuffle button with her middle finger.

Grey had never been lucky. All his life, he'd always have to go out of his own way to make his own life pleasant, never getting handed anything. But today was different. It was pure luck that he'd just happened to wake up in the late afternoon, pure luck that he'd snapped on this day and decided to go outside, pure luck that he'd decided to go to the library, and pure luck that he'd met Amber.

And pure luck that, out of Amber's large music collection, the shuffle played his favorite song.

The speakers vibrated as the underlying bass of the song faded in, playing just loud enough that Grey could feel it in his heart. The soft piano keys began to play, sending him chills and bringing him calmness.

"Hanna Hunt by Vampire Weekend, that's...that's my favorite song." He nearly whispered.

"No fucking shit." She said with a lowered voice. "Mine too."

"Holy shit no way."

"R-really?"

She laughed. "Yeah."

The vocals for the song had started, filling up the absence of sound and completely immersing both of them into the smooth, somber, slow song. Amber turned and set her phone down, coming back to realize that Grey had gotten closer to her.

"Today is different, today is fucked, I'm gonna do something I'm probably going to regret."

Grey leaned in and hugged her. Nestling his head over her shoulder and anxiously slid his arms around her waist, tentatively stepping forward to press against her. His beak was right beside her perky, pierced ears as he nervously chuckled. His voice became caught in his throat when she reciprocated the hug, stretching her arms and wrapping them around his neck. The two were about the same height, Grey standing slightly taller, but not enough to make much of a difference. Holding this embrace, there was no doubt in the bird's mind that she could feel his embarrassingly rapid heartbeat.

He felt hers. It was fluttering as well.

"What the fuck? Is she...nervous as well? Or...excited? Or, fuck, is she like really uncomfortable with this-"

"You smell nice." She whispered, just barely audible over the melody of the song. Amber then began to move her hands over to the feathers on his neck, stroking them and feeling them in between her fingers.

"Y-you smell really nice too, Amber." Grey cautiously moved his microscopically lower, beginning to feel the curvature of her back through the thick leather of her jacket. The two simply stood there, holding each other whilst listening to the song, the rat's cheek eagerly brushing into the bird's. Grey stopped thinking. He'd made it this far. He saw no point in overthinking things anymore.

"I...like you." He whispered.

"I figured. I like you too."

"N-no, I mean, I, like..._like_like you."

Amber softly exhaled into the side of his face, chuckling lightly. Then she slowly, softly, wetly and passionately, kissed his cheek. Grey vocally shuddered, inciting a short giggle from Amber. Without thinking, Grey softly puckered his beak, slightly coating it with a thin layer of saliva, and gently pressing it against her fluffy cheek, just an inch away from the corner of her mouth. The voluptuous rat softly exhaled in approval, her grip on his feathers tightening. She'd reciprocated by leaning back just a bit and moving forward to kiss the side of his beak. Grey felt her moist, supple lips warmly press against the edges of his maw, the burning hot moistness of her mouth wildly exciting the bird. She then moved forward again, nuzzling her cheek against his.

"Fuck it."

Overprotective rationality was in the shattered rear-view mirror.

He leaned back, slid his face off of hers, tilted his head, then leaned in and slowly kissed her.

The edges of Grey's beak smoothly slid over the lips of Amber's muzzle, moving forward inch by inch until their mouths were completely connected. The avian's heart fluttered to a place where it'd never been before, and he found himself feeling deathly nervous and utterly blissful simultaneously. His heart was caught in his chest as she pushed forward, her lips pushing hard against his extremely sensitive beak. He kept his mouth on hers as he exhaled through his nostrils, wrapping his arms completely around her waist and pressing her harder against him.

Forcefully exhaling into his beak, Amber was apparently excited by this. Further proof of this was apparent as Grey felt her heart against his chest, rapidly beating. Just like his. The song had ended, and the opening chords to a metal song had begun to play. Amber broke the kiss and backed away, leaning over and hitting 'pause' on her phone's music app. Turning back to him, she smiled, noticing just how out of breath and flustered he was. Being as warm and musky as it was it the garage, the rat was overdressed. Acting quickly, she pulled off her leather jacket, tossing it aside. Underneath she had no more than a thin, ripped white tank top and a very visible red bra. Grey's face flushed as he viewed the sight, marveling at her figure for about three seconds before she slammed into him, pinning his shoulders up against the speaker behind him.

Slowly and hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her again, this time bringing his paws underneath her shirt, feeling her coarse, warm fur. The two simply stared at each other, their maws brushing one another. The rat brought her hand over to his beak, lightly stroking it.

"How does it feel, kissing with this?" She flirtatiously asked.

"It's really sensitive, it feels fucking amazing." He quickly answered.

Amber smiled, leaning back in for another kiss. This one was softer and gentle, albeit much shorter. Grey pulled away to ask a question.

"How...how does it feel being kissed with this?" He nervously uttered.

She smiled again.

"It feels-"

"I fucking love your smile. S-sorry, continue-"

She quickly kissed him again.

"It feels really fucking hot, Grey." She maliciously whispered.

Before he could respond, the rat pressed into him again, arms wrapped around his neck and forcefully crashing her maw into his. The two met with a raging, wet, passionate kiss. Soon enough, her tongue entered into his mouth, licking up and tasting his saliva. Grey heard Amber emit a very guttural moan as her tongue made contact with his, tracing up and down its long length. With her shallow breaths and more frequent moans, Grey was now fully erect, shamelessly pressing his bulge into her crotch. She didn't seem to mind, going so far as to press against him in retribution. The pleasure was too great, Grey broke the frantic kiss to let out a cracked exhale, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes.

"You like that don't you, Grey?" She dastardly growled, pressing harder into him rhythmically. Her hips swayed smoothly and methodically while his shamelessly bucked beneath him.

"Y-yeah...Yeah, I do..." He choked out.

Amber once more took it a step further, leaning her head on his neck and slowly and painfully licking it in a broad stroke. He'd heard her chuckle through her muzzle as he whimpered and panted. He gripped her hips harder as she dry-humped him, the avian nearly falling backward onto the speaker. She kept him firmly planted with her hands, bringing her tongue back to his face and back into his beak.

Her moans began again as they resumed their frantic make out session. Grey began to breathe harder and faster, and soon enough he realized his peak was within sight. He tried his best to stop himself, but whenever he'd pull his hips back, Amber would slam into him, her crotch pressing into his. Between this action, her delicate, guttural moans, and her hands tantalizingly brushing over his feathers, Grey lost control.

Grabbing a hold of her, he pushed her into the opposite speaker, pinning her up against it and pressing against her. He didn't break the kiss, instead of lowering his hands to finally grip her thick ass. She moaned in surprise, for once, trailing her hands to the back of his head. As he fondled her plump, full rear, he aggressively and rapidly dry-humped her. His speed increased as he neared his edge. He broke the kiss and dove into her neck, grinding his dick up against her crotch as he firmly gripped her butt.

"You're not going to-"

"AaaAAaah, FUCK." He whimpered.

Grey stopped, breathing heavily against her, slowly coming to the realization as to what he's done. His eyes shot open.

"Fuck." He said, awkwardly backing away from her, avoiding her eyes.

"Did you just..."

"My pants are ruined."

Amber giggled. She leaned forward, kissing him on the cheek before gripping his hand and walking out of the garage. His mind a complete mess, Grey obediently followed. Through the living room and hallway, he soon found himself being led into what he could only guess what was her bedroom. As she flipped on the lights, Grey could make out a very messy room, movie and band posters covering the walls. But room decor was the least of his concerns at this moment, as she shut the door behind him and began to take off her shirt.

He stupidly stared, her white and gray fur finally exposed, her curvaceous figure on full display, and her gleaming red bra sparkling in the light. She started to unbutton her jeans as she looked up at him.

"You should do the same," she exhaled.

Without thinking, he immediately began. He unbuttoned his coat, neatly folding it and placing it atop a closed hamper nearby him. He then pulled off his plain black shirt, again neatly folding it and placing it over his coat. Pulling off his jeans, he noticed a large about of cum had seeped through his briefs and stuck to the inside of the denim.

Taking notice, the voluptuous rat walked over to the flustered bird. She pushed him back, causing him to sit at the foot of her bed. She gazed at him with ferocious, lidded eyes as she got on her knees.

"Let me help you with that."

"Wait-how...oh..." Grey started, getting cut off as he witnessed her eagerly lick and suck at the fabric of his jeans, consuming his cum and effectively cleaning them.

Having only ejaculated a few minutes ago, he was surprised to find himself growing increasingly hard so quickly. She hardly ever broke eye contact as she cleaned him, letting out satisfactory moans as she licked up his jizz.

She pulled down his jeans, being complete with cleaning them and tossing them aside. Nearly growling, she met his eyes and hungrily licked the length of his brief's bulge.

"F-g-GOD-D-DAMN!" He cried out, throwing his head back.

"I take it this is your first time?" She giggled.

"W-what...what makes you s-say that?" He panted.

Amber playfully gripped his cock through his blue briefs, applying a nearly painful amount of pressure. Grey squawked loudly.

"...That." She stated, grinning.

All Grey could do is meet her gaze and weakly laugh. Soon she went back to her task, lifting the hem of his briefs and shoving her muzzle in his crotch, lapping up his cum. Sucking on his soft feathers, the fabric of the underwear, and the scales of his cock, she let no drop go unnoticed. Tightly shutting his eyes, Grey tried to maintain his breath whilst focusing on the sheer pleasure of her tongue gracing the base of his shaft.

It didn't take long for her to be complete, and she eagerly and quickly pulled the damp briefs off his legs. Tossing them over her shoulder, she knelt up positioned her mouth over his throbbing cock. The heat emanating from it was nearly enough to make her sweat. Amber licked over her lips and dove in. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and quickly made her way down his shaft. Grey cried out again, whimpering and exhaling in a cracked voice. His penis wasn't small by any means, in fact, standing at seven and a half inches, he marveled at how she was able to take his full length. She began bobbing her head rapidly, most likely finding some malicious enjoyment in watching him writhe as she expertly and ruthlessly sucked him off. The head of his cock quickly slid across the roof of her mouth and into her throat, coming back to her lips as she tasted every inch of him. Loud, lewd, wet sounds filled her room, and saliva ran down the side of her mouth in a thick stream. Having only ejaculated a few minutes ago, he wasn't near his peak yet, and thus was blessed with being able to enjoy the fellatio for longer.

Not that much longer, however.

"Am...Amber, I'm g-gonna..." He whimpered.

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and flashed her bedroom eyes at him.

"Really, again? Alright, let's see what you got!"

Immediately she went to sucking the base of his shaft, kissing and lathering the side of his scaled penis in her saliva. A free hand went to expertly fondle his balls while she went back to rapidly sucking on his cock. Grey couldn't recall when, but his hands found themselves clamped onto the rat's head, pushing her harder against his cock as he ruthlessly humped into her mouth. The most, sloshing sounds grew louder, as well as Amber's muffled moans and Grey's strained cries.

In just a few more humps, Grey reached his peak again, mercilessly pumping his cock into her and filling her throat with his semen. Squinting her eyes and exhaling heavily, Amber tried her best to swallow all of it but fell just a bit short. Resorting to pulling his cock out of her mouth, she panted as she tried to catch a breath. He watched as she took a breather, saliva dripping from her mouth, her cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and a few tears staining her face. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Damn, you got a good load-"

Amber was cut off as Grey's beak crashed into her muzzle. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes to see he was still hard.

"How...how do you want it?" He uttered shyly.

"Jesus, how the fuck can you still be so goddamn hard?" She asked, gripping his still throbbing cock.

"Have you seen yourself, Amber? It's not that hard. To be hard. Looking at you. You're hot, is what I'm trying to say.

Amber clamped his beak shut with her paw and stood up off her knees. Climbing aside him onto the bed, she unhooked her vibrant red bra and tossed it aside. Instantly, two large, supple breasts bounced free. Grey pushed her onto her back and dove his head into her tits, affectionately nuzzling and licking them. The rat let out a weak laugh as he began to forcefully suck on her left nipple, whilst greedily kneading and massaging her right breast. Her giggles turned to moans, as soon enough the entirety of her sizable left boob was coated with the avian's saliva. She was dripping now, her juices now having completely dampened her matching red panties.

"Dude, missionary's fine. Just...hurry it up."

"Hmm?" He asked, with a beak-full of boob.

"I...I can't fucking... let's go." She said, frustrated. Her cheeks flushed and her mind racing, she found it hard to form a sentence.

"What was that Amber?"

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" She angrily shouted, peeling off her panties with her tail and tossing them away.

Grey looked down onto the rat - once a cocky and seductive, now flustered, sweaty, and pleading. Her eyes struggled to stay open as she met his gaze, her fur matted and coated with sweat and semen. Not taking his eyes off of her, he positioned himself at her entrance. His sensitive head brushed up against her damp clit, inciting a gasp from Amber.

He was sure there was a right way to do this, some sort of perfect rhythm, masterful foreplay, or some other order of operations he didn't care to follow. He tossed the thought aside as he began ruthlessly plowing into her.

The sensation alone was otherworldly, he was engulfed in absolute and utter bliss and his cock was enveloped with her warm, tight pussy. The sheer pleasure was no match for the sight before him, however. As Grey turned up to look at her, Amber again surpassed his expectations of beauty.

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, a stupid, evil smile sprawled across her face and she gritted out moans and obscenities. And it felt all the more better to Grey knowing he was the source of her pleasure. He rutted into her harder, his heart fluttering at the sight of her sizable tits bouncing up and down with every thrust.

She threw her hands around his neck. She moaned his name and wrapped her legs around his pelvis. Grey continued to fuck her, not once closing his eyes or taking them off of her. Her eyelids slowly opened as she gazed at him, and in a moment he knew what she wanted. Digging his arms beneath her torso, he wrapped them around her whilst pressing his body powerfully against hers. He then dove his maw into hers, engaging in a passionate, wet kiss. She muffled and moaned as he did so, her nails digging into the flesh on his shoulders.

His pace only grew faster - his own peak didn't matter to him now, he wanted to see her finish. Then a dastardly thought crossed his mind. He broke the kiss and backed away from her a bit, all without skipping a beat of his powerful thrusts.

Grey shoved his scaled fingers in her mouth. Eyes opening in shock, she met his gaze and began sucking on them, all while whimpering and moaning just as he was not long ago. Once his two digits were well lubricated, we slid them out and slowly, tantalizingly, dragged them down her mouth, down her chin, across her body, and into her crotch.

He smiled wickedly as she finally began to squirm under him. His fingers mercilessly pressed at her clit, squeezing, pinching and rubbing against it. It didn't take long for this to work. In just a few minutes, her eyes shot open as she squealed in a high pitched tone. Her walls clamped against his cock as he felt her juices wash over him.

The best part for Grey was watching her catch her breath and slowly look up at him. A gaze of endearment, exhaustion, lust, and compassion. He began to pull out before she stopped him, her sharp claws digging into his shoulders again. He was sure now that his back was covered in scratches.

"Dd-don't...it's warm." She stuttered.

Smiling, he obliged, pressing into her and wrapping her up in a tight embrace again. He'd hadn't noticed this before but it was very obvious now that the two were completely covered in sweat. He affectionately nibbled at her neck while he let her catch her breath.

"I...I honestly....didn't expect that....from you...." She panted.

"Neither...did I."

Minutes, perhaps hours passed as they laid atop one another. Gradually changing positions, the two were eventually spooning, a warm blanket covering the two as they affectionately embraced one another.

"You curse a lot when you're getting fucked, Amber." He whispered in her ear.

"Yeah and you whimpered like a fucking dog when I grabbed your cock, what was that?" She fired back.

"You have warm hands."

"You have cold, scaly hands, babe."

"Is that bad?"

"Not for kinky bitches like me, no."

"...wait...did you call me babe?"

"Yeah, you're my boyfriend now, okay Grey?"

"Okay! Wait...was that a joke? That was a joke."

She turned around to face him, bringing a hand to lightly stroke his face.

"Do you want it to be a joke?"

"No. I like you. A lot."

"I like you too."

Grey smirked and wrapped his hand around her waist, pulling her against him with a powerful tug.

"Can I call you babe now?"

"M-maybe-...Jeez, how are you still hard?!"

Their conversation ended in laughter, which led to an intense make-out session, which led to more lovemaking, and before he knew it the bird was asleep, cradling the hottest rat he'd ever seen. The day started like any other, and it could well have ended up like any other if he didn't break the mirror. A spark of motivation ignited a fireball of luck and he fell asleep in a cloud of passion, and he owed it all to choose to do something different that day.