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Oh my God...I am SOOOO sorry I took so effing long. God, I suck...ah, well. you guys'll forget about it soon enough or whatever. here's my second chapter of my story "Starr Struck," inspired by the TV show, "Friends".

Jana finally finished setting up her room just how she wanted it. A few posters on the walls and ceiling, shelves full of books, a bureau and a closet full of clothes...yep, things were starting to look up since James moved in. Of course, she loved him and everything, but she did live with him for a while before moving here, which gave her the authority to say he was more of a nuisance to her than good company.

She took another good look at her room, sighing contently, then stepped into the living area, shutting the door behind her. She then padded over to the coffee table and picked up a small piece of paper, and brought it back to her door. The paper had four pieces of tape on each corner, so that she could stick the paper to her door. She did so, and now had a small sign that read, "NO FOXES ALLOWED!!!" taped on her door. It was intended for James.

She padded into the kitchen to make herself a drink. As she opened the fridge, she heard feet paws walking. It had to have been James, she deduced. She got out a pitcher of tea, closed the fridge, and sure enough, her brother was standing in the living area, an insulted look across his muzzle. He was staring right at her.

Jana set the pitcher on the counter next to the fridge. "Ok, what's wrong with you?"

"Are you talking about me?" James asked, pointing a thumb at the sign on the door behind him.

Jana smiled a little. "Actually, yeah."

James put his arm down, narrowed his eyes, then said calmly, "Okay, just checking." He plopped himself down on the couch and turned on the TV with the remote.

Jana poured her drink, and went over to sit with him as he flipped through channels.

"Okay," James said, "why do you have a season pass to 'Fur vs. Food?"

"Because," Jana answered. "It's about a complete glut who could have a heart attack during any episode. How much more suspenseful can you get?"

James nodded as he processed her motive.

It was a moment after that that somebody knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," Jana said, setting her tea on the coffee table in front of them. She stood up and quickly padded to the door, not bothering to glance through the peephole. She opened the door, and on the other side stood Haley, a backpack tossed over her shoulder.

"Hello," The rabbit said.

"Hey!" Jana responded eagerly, her tail wagging. "Come on in, chill with us."

"'Kay," Haley said as she padded into the room.

"Here, I'll take your bag," Jana said. Haley gave her backpack to Jana, and the two continued into the living area where James sat, watching a cartoon.

Haley sat next to him, but Jana stood above him, shaking her head. "No way. We are not watching cartoons!"

James turned around in his seat. "But I need to rot my brain! And I can't do that unless I'm watching some kind of animation!"

"Come on!" Jana exclaimed. "I don't wanna watch this!"

"Well, I'm not changing it." James retorted.

"I don't see how you could anyway," Jana said matter-of-factly. "Your paws are full."

James looked down at his paws, confused. He was only holding the remote. "Full of what?"

At that, Jana dropped Haley's somewhat heavy backpack on the fox, getting a small grunt from the fox.

"Ow!" James said loudly, dropping the remote on the floor. "My sheath..."

She rounded the loveseat and knelt down to pick up the remote, pushing on the backpack in James' lap to stand up again. She squeezed herself in between James and Haley and began to surf through channels.

"Haley," James said, unzipping the backpack, "what exactly do you have in here?" He reached his paws in and pulled out a cannonball. He stared at it in awe. "Oh my God..." He looked from the cannonball to Haley. "Why do you have this?"

Haley shrugged. "I carry it around for good luck. My granddad was in World War Two, and he found that ball sitting in the colon of an kangaroo."

James and Jana both gaped at the rabbit, James dropping the ball back in the bag. He grunted again as it landed on his sheath again. He lifted the bag off of his lap and placed it on the floor, then leaned in to whisper into his sister's ear. "Why is she here, exactly?"

Jana looked at her brother. "She's spending the night. I invited her over yesterday."

"Oh," James said, subconsciously wiping his paw on his pants. After all, Haley DID say that the cannonball had been sitting an a kangaroo's stomach when it was found.

"I just needed somebody to watch my pet cat, and Chris said he would do it."

Jana knitted a brow. "You have a cat? I didn't know that!"

Haley nodded. "Yeah, I just got him a few weeks ago. I had to save him from a panda in an alley behind that Chinese restaurant down the street. I think the guy said something about wanting to make it dinner, but I'm not sure. I don't speak Korean."

Jana giggled. "Haley, I think he was speaking Chinese. After all, you said it was a Chinese restaurant."

Haley scoffed. "Honestly, how much of a difference could there be?"

Jana and James both laughed a little, though they both knew it was wrong. "Haley, that's a stereotype!"

"You know what else is a stereotype?" Haley asked, a little offended herself. "When people think I'M of Asian descent."

James became confused. "Why would anybody think that?"

"Because my fur is yellow," Haley said. James and Jana both giggled again.

The three continued to watch TV

***

Adam and Joey were at the Pink Pony, the local strip club, watching the girls dance on their poles for profit. The two had been there for almost an hour. Chris never joined them on their trips here, on account of him being gay.

Adam placed a ten dollar bill in a cheetah's g-string, and watched as she danced for him, working her way down into his lap. Joey was watching, but his face was a little disgusted. Which was weird. Normally, he liked coming here. "You are a bad furson." He said.

Adam sat back in his seat and relaxed as the cheetah felt him up. He turned to Joey. "Why?"

"Ten dollars?" Joey asked. "Is it really worth it?"

"It's worth a dance, yeah!" Adam said.

Joey scoffed. "Not the dance! The girl! She fucking ugly!"

The cheetah stopped her dance almost immediately. She turned to the ferret, glared at him, and frogged him right in his arm. He grunted at the pain. The cheetah got off of Adam, climbed back up onstage, then went backstage. He didn't try to stop her. Instead, he turned to Joey, who was holding his arm.

"Here, let me see it," Adam said. Joey lifted his paw to reveal the place he was hit, but only to have Adam hit him there again.

"AGH--What the hell, man?" He grabbed his arm again and turned away.

"What's wrong with you?" Adam asked. "I haven't gotten a lap dance in three-and-a-half weeks!"

"No wonder you're so grouchy..."

Adam scoffed and sat back in his seat. "You know what? Screw this. I'm gonna use the bathroom, and then we're gonna go."

"Alright," Joey said, still rubbing his arm.

***

Adam stepped into the second stall. He closed the door behind him, and pulled his pants down to go number two. As he sat there on the toilet, defecating, he did what anybody else does in a public bathroom; he began to read.

From what he could see, there were all sorts of crazy lines written on the sides of the stall. Some handwriting looked masculine, others looked feminine. But then, this restroom was for both genders. He could see jokes, biased slurs, phone numbers, love notes...Ooo...and one in particular that caught his eye.

'Did you girls see that sexy roo at booth 4?' somebody had written in black sharpie. It showed fine on the tan walls.

'Booth 4...' Adam thought. 'That's where me and Joey are sitting. But...no...what are the odds they're talking about me?'

'You mean that one with the ferret?' someone else had written in green sharpie.

Adam smiled brightly. 'Aww, no way,' he thought. 'No freakin' way!'

'I wouldn't mind doin' things to HIM,' somebody else had written in purple sharpie.

Adam became excited. With one last grunt, he wiped his ass, pulled his pants up, and padded quickly out of the restroom.

Joey saw Adam coming, and began to stand up. But Adam's paw pushed him back down.

"We're not goin' anywhere," Adam said to the confused ferret.

"What?" Joey asked, astounded. "Why not?"

"Because," Adam answered. "A few of these ladies in here want some roo!" he rubbed his paws together, and let out a triumphant laugh. But then his gaze became serious. He turned to Joey. "Hey, you got a sharpie?"

***

Jana and Haley were watching TV by themselves. James had gone to his room to finish setting it up how he wanted it. The show Jana and Haley were watching had just ended, and it was getting late.

"Well," Haley said, standing up and stretching. "I'm gonna go get a shower. I just bought some carrot-scented shampoo, and I wanna go to bed smelling like a delectable treat!" She seemed excited to have a new shampoo.

Jana knew that, since all the rooms in the Orca practically looked the same, Haley would have no trouble finding the bathroom. So she let the rabbit trail off to the bathroom to take a shower, while she surfed through channels to find something else on.

***

James was in his room, listening to music while he set up his room how he wanted it. There were posters of male models of almost every species on every wall, a small bookshelf full of animes, a medium-sized TV with several game systems hooked up next to it, and, of course, his laptop, which sat on the bureau next to his bed. Also, a collection of dildos, each representing the cock of a different species, all neatly organized in a case he kept under his bed. As well as some lube, condoms, cuffs, collars, a horsewhip, and for some reason, a whisk. But enough about that.

He opened up a large trash bag that was sitting on his bed. It was full of his clothes, all of which were clean, and needed to be hung up in his closet. He went on ahead and opened his closet door, then began putting his clothes on hangers he had brought with him. After four shirts were on hangers, he grabbed them by the hooks and carried them to his closet, and hung them up.

He then padded back to his bed to put more clothes on more hangers, but stopped what he was doing when he smelled the most peculiar smell.

His canine nose twitched as he determined the smell...carrots...

Carrots? Why does he smell carrots? And where is it coming from?

He sniffed and sniffed, intent on finding the source of the smell. He spun on his footpaw, and discovered that the scent was coming from inside his closet. He stepped into his closet and sniffed as hard as he could. It was coming from below. James knelt down and began to sniff again. It was definitely stronger. He sniffed and sniffed and sniffed...until finally, he found the source.

A little hole in the wall behind the clothes he'd just hung up. He pushed the clothes out of the way and stuck his nose in the hole as much as he could. It was just big enough for a D-sized battery. The smell was definitely coming from in here. He sniffed again. Why on earth would there be carrots IN the wall?

He brought his nose back, then noticed that light was coming through. I was faint, though, but only because of the light in his room.

James bent down a little more and took a peep through the hole. On the other side, he saw the most horrifying thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was Haley...she was singing...she was naked...she was in the shower!

Haley sang loudly, but not very well.

"I know what I want, what I really, really want! So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!

I know what I want, what I really, really want! So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get in my pants! Make sure you wear a rubber! I don't need no kids!"

James jumped away from the wall, covering his eyes with his paws, whimpering as he did so. "Oh...Jesus!" He stood up and began to call for help, his eyes still covered. "Jana!" He shouted. "Jana!" He ran around in his room, searching blindly for the exit. "Jana, Jana, Jana, Jana--" SMACK!!!

He ran right into his door. He uncovered his eyes and grabbed his nose. It now ached from hitting the door. "Jana!"

***

Jana was sitting at the kitchen table, talking to Chris. He had come over to ask Haley a question about her cat, and was now waiting for her to get out of the shower to do so.

It was a pleasant conversation...until James came in the room.

"Jana! Jana! Jana! Jana!" He approached his sister, bouncing up and down with a panic-stricken muzzle.

"WHAT?!" Jana barked, shutting her brother up and calming him down instantly.

James noticed Chris. "Oh, thank God!" He rounded the kitchen table so that he was standing right next to the otter. "Chris! Quick! Take off ALL your clothes!"

Chris let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jana asked angrily.

James covered his eyes again, and shook his head in disgust. "Oh my God, it was horrible! Jana, I found a peephole in my closet because I smelled carrots, and so I looked through it, and..." He sniffled. "I saw Haley pretending to be Baby Spice!"

Jana and Chris were both confused. "What are you talking about, you idiot?" Jana asked.

James whimpered again. "I saw Haley in the shower!" He began to cry. He felt Chris wrap an arm around him.

"You poor thing," The otter said.

James sniffled. "Oh, Chris! There was so much steam! I thought I'd landed in the movie, 'Bunnies in the Mist'!"

"Oh my God..." Jana said quietly. "Is that why you were screaming like a girl?"

"It probably was," Chris said. "I mean, do you know what it's like to be a uninterested in girls, then find yourself staring right into a wet rabbit's cooch?"

Before Jana could answer, Haley stormed into the room. And she was wearing nothing but a towel and a shower cap. She had an angry look on her face, and was so focused on James that she didn't even notice there was another guy in the room. "What the hell, man?" She shouted. "I thought you were gay!"

James was shivering a little, terrified, not because Haley was angry, but because her towel didn't look like it was wrapped around her very well. "I am!" James answered immediately. "I just...I...I thought I smelled carrots..."

"So you poke a hole in your wall and peep at me? WHEN I'M IN THE SHOWER?"

"No!" James half-shouted. "The hole was already there!"

"Then why did you put it there in the first place?"

"I didn't!"

And when Haley heard that, she calmed down. "Oh...well, then...dude, you need to call somebody."

James grunted, then stood up. He was tired of being here. "I'm going to get something to eat."

"James," Jana said knowingly. James turned to her. "If you're gonna prostitute yourself again, do your best not to get arrested...again. And don't bring back anyone! You go to THEIR place."

James narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He then looked at Chris, who was smiling a little, probably holding in a laugh. "Not in front of the otter! Damn!"

And without another word, he left everyone behind so that he could do whatever it is he does when he needs to think.

***

Within the past hour or so, Adam had made countless trips to the bathroom, every time just to write some more on the stall. Joey had found this out when he had to go himself. But as long as Adam kept buying him drinks, he didn't really care. But it did beg the question: Exactly WHO in this club thought that Adam was sexy?

Adam sat next to Joey, his foot paw tapping the floor rapidly. So far, the conversation in the bathroom had played out fairly well. There were three girls, and he had learned all of there names. The black sharpie was Windy. Not "Wendy." Windy. And when Adam had written, "Why do they call you that?", she responded, "Because I'll blow you away."

Kittie was the green sharpie. After Windy had written her response to Adam's question, Kittie had placed a big green "X" over the word "away", then drew an arrow pointing to the new sentence. And under the arrow, she said, "I'll do more than that..."

Adrienne was the purple sharpie. She seemed to be the most flirty. In fact, she had apparently roll played with other guys before, and the evidence was all over the stalls. The last time Adam had gone in there, she had promised him her number, at the risk of exposing it to anybody else that walked in there. This is why he was so eager. He had a pattern, see. He would go in there every ten minutes or so, then come out exactly two-and-a-half minutes later, happy and erect.

Adam checked his watch again, then muttered quietly to himself, "thirty more seconds..." He flashed a big, white smile.

Joey belched loudly, and Adam's smile disappeared.

"You know," The ferret said, a little slurred, "'ten minutes' doesn't always HAVE to mean ten minutes. Most of the time, it means just above eight."

"Ahh..." Adam said, wagging a finger at Joey. "That is a risk I am not willing to take. I'd rather wait ten minutes like I was told to."

"Wha-pssh!!!" Joey exclaimed, spitting a little.

"What the hell was that for?" Adam asked him.

"You don't even know this girl," Joey explained, "and you're doin' stuff just 'cause she asked you to!" He laughed a long, wheezy laugh. "You are SO WHIPPED!"

Adam sighed, then stood up. "Happy Hour's over for you."

***

After taking his place on the toilet (again), Adam began to read whatever it was that Adrienne had written since the last time he was in here.

And there it was. In purple sharpie.

"Color over this when you're done copying it down, ok?" She had written. And under that was a number: "555-1--"

But that was it. The last three digits were missing. And why? Because there was no more room on the stall. All the rest had been taken up by conversations with other furs. However, it wasn't another conversation that had kept Adrienne from writing anymore.

She had stopped because, where the last three numbers should have been was a rather large hole in the bathroom stall.

"NO!" Adam shouted. "No! Come on! What the hell?!"

He quickly stood up and began to search the wall thoroughly...nothing. There weren't anymore numbers anywhere. Adrienne's phone number was nowhere to be found.

Adam stomped on the ground as hard as he could, and padded out of the bathroom, angry, and still very erect. He thought briefly about pawing off, but decided against it, as he could just as easily pay for a prostitute. Joey wouldn't care, as drunk as he was. And Chris was going to be staying in Haley's room while she was staying in Jana's room.

It sounded like a plan, better than anything else he could think of.

When he had made it back to the booth, Joey was unconscious. Since the ferret wasn't very big, It was easy for Adam to carry him out to the car, at the risk of looking VERY gay. But whatever. He was going to be getting some anyway.

***

It wasn't very hard to find prostitutes downtown. Adam had parked the car, and Joey had come to a few minutes ago. The ferret was muttering and mumbling to himself, but he was awake.

Adam kept searching. He was trying to find one he knew. But, when he did, it wasn't what he had in mind.

"What the..." He said, sitting up as straight as he could. "Is that James?"

Just then, Joey shot up from the backseat, and looked in the same direction Adam was looking. He saw the fox and said, "Huh...how do you like that?"

Adam rolled his window down, and poked his head out. "Hey James!" he shouted, trying to get the fox's attention.

James answered the call immediately, for two reasons. He recognized Adam's voice, and if any of these horny guys around here knew he himself was a guy, he wouldn't make any money tonight. After all, gay guys never came to a place full of female prostitutes. And James had a surprisingly feminine figure, especially when he wore female clothes like he was now.

The fox leaned in on the window and avoided eye contact as he spoke. "During the daytime, feel free to call me whatever you want, but dammit, when I'm here, you call me Kara Mel. Now, what the hell do you want? You're obviously not here for sex. Did Jana send you?"

Adam was taken a little aback. "Huh? No! No, no, no. I AM here for...you know. It's just, I saw you and I wondered what YOU were doing here. So...what are you doing here?"

"I'm here..." James began, "to do some thinking. And I can't do that unless I'm relaxed. And I'm only relaxed when I'm tied to somebody."

"Uhh...yeah...um..." Adam was at a loss for words. "Okay, cool. So...What is it you need to think about?"

"Actually, I just need to get my mind off something."

"Ahh...Me too, honestly. And I figure sex is the best way to do it. At least, it is for me."

There was a brief silence. And for an even briefer moment, the two, unknowingly to each other, thought about opening up to one another and discussing what was bothering them.

The horrific things James had seen at home...

The last three unknown digits to Adrienne's number...

They could've talked to each other about it...

"Well," James said suddenly. "You don't want Cherry. She's way too loose. I don't think you'll like Baby, she's new, and an amateur. I'm still teaching her. And, uh, stay away from Queen, unless you wanna go with a guy, in which case, you may as well pick me. And, uh, let's see. Who else?"

James went on telling Adam whom not to have sex with, and the kangaroo listened intently, while Joey, after three more names, had passed out again.

***

Okay! I hope you guys enjoyed my second chapter! Again, I'm sorry I took so long. But! There will be more! So keep reading!

In the next chapter of 'Starr Struck': Joey finally gets his own place! However, he learns that there are some very hostile bees in a hive just outside his window. But Chris says he can help! Will the otter get rid of Joey's problem once and for all? Or will he end up making it exponentially worse?

Find out in 'Starr Struck Chapter 2: The One with the Beehive'!

Bye for now!