A "tail" of two foxes (chapter 1)
"beep-beep-beep" "beep-beep-beep". "Fuck", I moaned, as my alarm clock went off, the shrill beeping startling me awake. I lay there in bed for about a minute, wishing the alarm would just shut up and leave me to my sleep. Finally I forced myself up, if only to cease that annoying beeping. I hit the off button and glanced at the time, 6:30, I had a good fifteen minutes before I had to drag myself up to the bus stop.
Still half asleep, I walked over to my closet and began digging through my clothes. After a little searching I found what I was looking for, my favorite pair of baggy, khaki cargo pants and a black t-shirt with a neon pink vinyl record drawn on the front. I slipped into my clothes and trotted over to the mirror to examine myself. I'm a red fox and am about 5'7, I'm not exactly muscular but I'm not too weak, I'm somewhat skinny for my height and have a pair of bright blue eyes. I never really considered myself handsome but then again I'm not really the kind of person that falls in love with himself, I don't see myself as special in any way, I'm just... average.
I glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost time to head to my bus stop so I began making my way down to the kitchen. As I walked down the hallway, I stopped at my dad's door and listened, all I could hear were loud snores emanating from his closed door. Most likely dad was either hung-over or still completely wasted. Last night he hadn't come home till past midnight which meant he was probably out at the bar drinking with his asshole friends as usual. Almost every night he comes home late, wasted and angry, for this reason I tend to go to bed early, so I can avoid his drunken anger. My mom used to defend him, she'd say that he was really a wonderful man who had a slight drinking problem. As long as she lived she made excuses, and as long as she lived he'd beat her. There were nights when I had to stay at a friend's house because I was too scared to go home and see what my father had done to my mom. I would come home the next morning to see my mothers bruised face and, as usual, to listen to her excuses. They were always the same, "I just had a nasty fall", she'd say, or "Banged my head on the cabinet while making dinner, clumsy me". It may sound cruel, but I'm almost glad that she got killed in that car accident, if she hadn't I'm sure dad would have done the job himself. At least this way the pain was short. Well, anyways, with mom gone my dad needed a new target for his drunken rage, and guess which lucky son of a bitch inherited the job of household punching bag. At least once a week my father would beat me yet I never told anyone but my best friends, for fear of what might happen if I were to get my father in trouble.
Suddenly I realized what time it was. I quickly ran down to the kitchen, grabbed a slice of bread, and damn near sprinted to the bus stop.
I reached the top of my street just in time to see my bus round the corner, its blinking yellow lights illuminating the dark street with a soft yellow glow. As the bus pulled up to my stop I quickly climbed aboard and made my way to the back where my friend Colin was saving me a seat. Colin is a red fox with pretty much the same build as me; he is two inches taller than me and has deep brown eyes. We've been friends since the first day of seventh grade when the teacher stuck this two of us at a table with the most annoying kid ever so we had to either talk to each other or listen to the other kid blab on about some random shit involving his dad who, according to him, was a professional football player (although every time we asked him to show us a picture of him with his dad his dad was conveniently in Peru doing charity work and wouldn't be home for a month.). By second quarter we had become inseparable.
I quickly sat down next to Colin and started chatting with him. We were in the middle of a random conversation about whether it was possible to chug a gallon of milk in less than a minute without puking (he said it was impossible and I said I'd do it for a buck) when the bus finally pulled up to the front of the school. We quickly climbed off the bus and hurried to ours lockers before the advisory bell rang. I quickly grabbed my stuff and hurried to advisory. When I got to advisory I noticed I had ten minutes before the bell rang so I decided to head over to my friend's advisory. I walked in to see Cody in the back of the classroom copying the answers to last nights German homework out of Stacy's workbook, John and Adam were, as usual, playing football with Stacy's shoe in the back of the classroom while Stacy tried to get the shoe back, and the rest of my friends were over at the back table. I walked over to the back table and joined the conversation. We were having a good time watching Stacy beat the crap out of John for stealing her shoe when the bell for advisory rang. "I gotta go" I said, grabbing my stuff and heading for the door, "If I'm not in advisory by 7:20 Mrs. Clark will castrate me" I added, getting a laugh from my friends as I walked out the door. When I entered Mrs. Clark's room I was greeted by an angry "where were you? Class started a minute ago, I've already marked you absent".
Now let me get this straight, Mrs. Clark is the meanest teacher at my school. The joke going around school at the moment is that unlike most women, Mrs. Clark has her period once a day instead of once a month. She has kicked kids out of her classroom for laughing too loud, no joke. I have been kicked out of her classroom at least twenty times this year and its not even second semester. She kicked me out once for wearing sunglasses because according to her it's against school dress code. I checked, it's not. Does she care? Not at all, in fact, when I pointed out that it wasn't against school dress code she accused me of calling her a liar and wrote me up for a DT.
"Where were you?" she repeated, louder than before. "I was in Mrs. Johnson's room", I replied. "well now you're going to have to walk all the way to the office and get a tardy slip or I'm not letting you into class", she replied, giving me no choice but to gather my stuff and start walking towards the front office.
I ended up doing my German homework in the hallway as I walked to the office. Thanks to Mrs. Clark I was going to be late to German so I figured I might as well make sure I had my homework done.
I finally got to German class about ten minutes late. I quickly handed the teacher my tardy slip and took my seat at the back of the class and began daydreaming. I looked over at Colin in the seat next to me and noticed he too was daydreaming. He had his usual smile on his muzzle and was absentmindedly doodling in his notebook. "He has such a cute smile" I thought to myself, grinning. I mentally slapped my self when I realized what I had just thought. "I can't say that!" I thought to myself, "He's a guy! What am I, gay?". The more I thought about that possibility, the more it worried me. I had never considered myself gay, or even bi for that matter, but as I thought back I began to realize that I have thought of Colin a little different then most of my other friends, but I had always assumed it was just because we had known each other for a bit longer. Although, I realized, this isn't the first time I've caught myself staring at him, I caught myself watching him change during gym class once but I had assumed it was just hormones or something. Now that I thought about it, I never really had a crush on a girl. Sure I had thought a girl was pretty but I had never been able to picture myself going out with one.
I decided to try to imagine myself dating Colin. I imagined myself in Colin's arms, my head pressed against his chest as he lovingly rubbed his muzzle against my head fur. I stopped imagining when I realized these thoughts were giving me a raging hard-on. I quickly shifted in my seat to try and hide the obvious bulge in my pants. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed and saw Colin sitting there, grinning and looking straight at me. It was obvious he had seen it.
When class finally ended I hurried out of the room but before I could disappear into the crowd of furs Colin managed to catch up to me. "Dude, way to get a boner in the middle of freaking German class" he said, grinning. I felt my muzzle heat up as I blushed deeply. "So? Who where you thinking of?" he asked, ane evil smirk on his face. "uhh... I-I'll tell you after school", I stammered "Could I come over to your house after school?" I asked. "Sure" he said, now looking somewhat confused, "But why can't you tell me now" he asked. "uhhh... i-it's kinda complicated" I replied, "I'll tell you tonight" I promised, then hurried off into the crowd of furs before Colin had a chance to reply.
The rest of the day passed slowly, with me counting down the hours till school ended, fearing what would happen when I told Colin. By the time the bell for dismissal rang I was sweating. Colin's mom always picks us up after school so I hurried to the parking lot where Colin and his mom were already waiting. Colin and I didn't talk once the entire ride home, an awkward silence lingered in the air with both of us too shy to strike up a conversation. When we got to his house we both headed to his bedroom. Colin decided to go change out of his school clothes so he headed to the bathroom and left me to wait for him in his room. As he was changing I lay on his bed and admired his room. I had always loved Colin's room, he was into rave music as much as I was so his desk was littered with glow sticks and a couple of rave CDs. Above his closet door Colin had mounted a black light and had gotten his mom to let him paint all of his furniture with UV paint. When the ceiling light was on, his room looked like every other teenagers room, but when you turned off the lights and flipped on the black light his furniture began to glow with bright neon colors. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
When Colin finally returned from the bathroom he was wearing a pair of baggy, faded jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt, he looked sexy as hell. For about five minutes we just sat on his bed in silence, as if daring one of us to start the conversation. Finally Colin broke the silence. "so, are you gonna tell me who you were day dreaming about?" he asked. "only if you promise me that no matter what I say you won't get mad or start hating me" I replied, swallowing hard. Colin really looked confused now, "why would I ever be upset about who you daydream about?" he asked. "just promise me you wont get angry, please just promise me", I replied, becoming somewhat upset. "alright, alright, I promise" He said, rolling his eyes. "well..." I began, pausing to swallow hard "I was just sittin there, you know, randomly daydreaming and uhh... I kinda looked over and saw you smiling and... and... *sigh* I imagined what it would be like to be dating you and..." my voice trailed off, tears beginning to form in my eyes. Colin was completely silent. I looked down, ashamed, waiting for him to yell at me or hit me. I was surprised when I felt his paw lift my muzzle up. I looked up just in time to see him pull me into a wet, passionate kiss. My eyes widened in shock but after a moment I began to melt into the kiss. After a good minute of kissing Colin finally broke the kiss. He looked me straight in the eye and whispered one sentence that changed my life... "I love you too"
to be continued...
this started out as a simple one page writing excercise and somehow turned into a 3.5 page story that took from 1am till 5am to finish.
please comment on what you thought of it. this is the first time I have written a story without writing a plot ahead of time and i am very pleased with how it turned out.