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** ** Canines are Dog's Best Friend

The name is Mill. I'm an average 19 year old lovable husky that always seems to be caught in the middle of the worse situations. There's my best friend, who's also 19, that's a cocker spaniel named Mike, whom I've befriended since we were pups. He seems to be the one that causes the trouble at times. Then there is Rick, the 18 year old Dalmatian that no one really notices other than us. Who happens to be around when it all happens and enjoys every moment of the commotion. This is a story of friendship, adventure, and love. As seniors in high school, we always enjoyed the simpler things in life.

_ Chapter 1 _

_Lying in the grassy field in a meadow filled with morning dew, I find myself at ease. Scrawny , shirtless, with slightly muscular arms rest behind my head, and the black short fur covering my body, with the white portion down my neck reaching down to my pelvis, shining in the morning sun. The cursive gold M hanging on a golden thin chain, given to me by my elder sister, dangles to the side of me, and falling asleep while letting out a big content sigh . _

" Ding, Ding, Ding!" Then abruptly waking up to the school bell, I stumble in my seat, "Wh...what? Oh, the bell." Wiping some dried slobber off my chin, I stand.

Mike waits by the door with his eager expression, as always. In his plain white t-shirt, baggy blue jeans, and his gray vans. His shiny light brown fur, with a darker brown surrounding his muzzle and half way up is arms. Mark said, "Well, hurry up then, and grab your bag so we can get to the lunch line before those damn otters beat us to it."

I grab my camera bag off the floor along with my school bag, sliding them on. Mike asks, "Why do you carry that pathetic of an excuse of a book bag around anyways?"

In an annoyed tone I reply, "For one, it's a camel back, two, my uncle gave it to me, and three, no point of getting a new bag on the last week of senior year."

"Mill, what I don't get is why you kept it this long with only one strap, holes on the side, and the fact that red is not your color," Mike laughs, and then playfully shoves me.

Walking through the crowd, we arrived in the cafeteria. Mike looks over to the food stand and growls, "Shit, there they are. As always, they are probably going to buy all of the ham subs." I look over Mike, "Sorry mate, they aren't all that good anyways." "Hey, don't give me sass, because now you're going to be the one getting them now," he snaps back at me.

I sigh and walk towards the line while Mike sits next to Rick in the back of cafeteria, waiting behind the two otters. They both wear their blue and black sport jackets as always, with its imprint of Libber Free High School on the front in white letters and a basketball replacing the dot on the I of Libber. In my opinion, is pointless, and just plain.

I stumble and accidently step on the back of one of their feet with my black and white sneakers. The one who I happen to trip on is the captain of the basketball team. An average jock, who makes sure he gets his way, if not, he'll complain to the point you'll just give in, "Watch it you.... Well, if it isn't Mill." I glare back and say, "Yeah, what of it?"

He wraps a muscular arm around my shoulder while smiling, "Hey now, no need for hostility." Shrugging his arm off, I reply with a snarl, "Wasn't trying to be, your next in line."

Derek replies while pointing at his lackey, "Tell you what, let you cut us if you come to my party tonight over at Nick's place?" Nick is one of those two faced kind of people who is only cool when his degenerate friends aren't around. His tail is always between his legs around Derek.

Realizing Mike would appreciate having a ham sub, I accept his offer, "Only if you guys let me bring Mike and Rick."

Nick looks over at the table where Mike is sitting and says, "Those pathetic freaks?" Walking in front of them I reply and say, "They aren't freaks, let alone pathetic like you Nick." I can notice Nick is getting annoyed, and replies, "Look here Mill; I wasn't the one who quit basketball season because I wanted to get into photography."

I smile at his annoyed expression, then swerve my camera bag in front of me to be sure he sees it. "Well, it's more fun taking pictures of all of your attempts at being any good on the court. They make great front pagers for the school newspapers when we lose."

"Why you son of a....."Derek cuts him off then shoves him, "Dude, layoff or I'll rip your whiskers off." Handing the tiger behind the cashier five dollars, and thanking him, I grab the subs and head back to Mike. Derek looks back at me and hollers, "See you at nine PM then? Bring your friends!" In an uninterested tone I say, "I guess." Maybe it'll be great pictures of our last party of our senior year.

I place the camera bag on the table aside the camel back, while handing a sub to Mike, "Had to promise the otter's I would show up to their party at Nick's, around nine PM for these. You guys in?" Mike begins to unwrap the sub, and then says in excitement, "Are you kidding me!? Do you know how many hot cheerleaders will be there!? I'm in!"

I shrug looking over at Rick starring at him while he finishes a sketch of a well detailed waterfall. "How about you?" I asked.

Rick sits there in his unzipped black flannel jacket showing off his black spotted chest, fading blue jeans, and black flip flops. As always, he replies in his gentle calm tone "I don't see why not."

"Then it's settled, we'll meet up at Mill's place at a quarter till," says Mike eagerly while taking a bite of the sub. I smile while pulling out my keys and spin them around on my finger, "I'll take us in the Mobilator."

Mike glares at me, "Hope we can at least make it in that thing, more of a death trap then a babe magnet." Rick laughs while putting the sketch book in his bag. I smirk, "Least I have a ride Mike."

Mike pretends to be too busy eating his sub to pay attention to me. Figures, he knows I'm right. "Hey Mill, you think you can spot me 20 dollars?" Rick mutters a bit looking at me before I can take a bite of my sub. "What for?" In an embarrassment and ears down, Rick replies, "I have a... uhh... date, with no cash, after school."

"Oh, yeah, I'll spot ya some cash. Will you be able to make it to the party though?" As I pull out my wallet and hand him twenty dollars he replies, "Yeah, I'll call you guys later, shouldn't be too long." Mike swallows, and then glances at Rick, "Is it Sheelah?" Rick replies, "Yeah, she wants to go to the park for some ice cream."

We finish our lunches and head to our last class. When school ends, we all meet by the willow tree as always, on the side of the school. "So Rick, you'll call us?" I ask. He replies in his average nice quiet tone, "Yup, see you guys then."

Mike barks back at Rick, "You better show up! Or I'll grab you by your tail and tie it to the back of the car!" Rick laughs while walking away. "I'll be there!" He says.

Mike follows me to the parking lot. "There she is," Looking over at my dark blue '64 Mustang, with its paint pealing on the hood and doors. The back bumper with a dent, with an old faded sticker on the bottom left corner saying 'Enjoy that beer, I'll enjoy the insurance you're going to pay up.' I got it from my old man when I turned 16 and slapped that on there the same day.

If I had the money, I would probably suit it up, but lost my job at the factory because I was late everyday. The Mobilator would stall on me at almost every red light getting anywhere.

Unlocking the doors, Mike grows a disgusted look on his face. "Don't start Mike, or your walking," I snap before he opens his muzzle. We jump in then head off into town.

"So Mill, you think it'll be a big hit?" Rolling the window down, "Don't really care much for the people, I just want beer "You need to get some man, jeez. It's the end of our senior year, and you have yet to get laid."

I look over at Mike and grunt, "look man, you know I've had my chances with cute girls... I just... Wanna wait I guess." Little did he know, I was never really interested in any of the girls at our school...

We pull into my garage, and get out of the car. The inside of it is empty, other than a few empty bottles of spray paint from when Mike and I attempted to repaint my car. That was a disaster, because now it looks like a rusted down heap of metal, with two different coats of paint. I don't care, was fun when he got it all over himself, and stained his fur blue for weeks.

I scratch the back of my ear perked to the slightly up, as we walk to the door, then I put the key in. We walk in and glance around, throwing our bags on the couch. Realizing my parents weren't home, we pull out two beers from the fridge. "They're probably on their dinner date for their anniversary," I said. "Let's go rummage through your closet for something nice to wear for tonight," Mike points out.

We walk into my room as I slouch into my computer chair and Mike goes through my closet, I said "I'm fine with what I'm wearing Mike." Mike says, "Come on man, if you want to get laid before the end of senior year, at least throw on a shirt, I bet Becky is going to be there."

Looking around in my room for a picture of her on the walls, with my city view pictures mixed with family and friends. My room is covered in what I'd like to call, my form of the arts, photography. I guess you could say I'm pretty good at it. Like Nick said, I gave up sports for a simpler ways of enjoying the small things.

My computer covered in empty rolls of film cases, and a few empty cans of beer. Realizing I was still holding the new can in my hand, I crack it open and take a good gulp

Then I find a picture, right above my computer with Mike and Becky hugging from about two years ago. I took the picture at another party that Derek was having, ironic I'd say.

She's a gentle beautiful panther, with a light orange colored coat, and her brunet hair in the casual pony tail. She always seemed to be open to new things. Wearing her tang top, a sexy short blue skirt, and light sandy colored sandals, complimenting her dark brown eyes.

I said while watching Mike, "Honestly, she is cute, but I'm just not interested." Mike gasps walking out of the closet, "Dude, she's wanted to bang you since freshmen year, and she's hot!" I sigh and stare back at his light greenish eyes and say, "Then why don't you take a shot at her?" Realizing he was right that I should at least wear a shirt, I head to the closet and pull out a light blue shirt, with paw prints walking across it in black. I asked, "This good enough?"

Mike says while rubbing his simple mini silver bead on his ear, "Kind of a queer color, but I guess. Better than nothing I suppose." I grin, while he combs his wavy hair back, like it was long enough to cover his eyes. I guess you could say it's long enough to brush back in its wavy dark brown tone; his ears dangle with the same wavy pattern with the bead on the lower part of the left one.

I let out a big sigh, and put the shirt on, while a Mike puts on an old leather jacket that I bought for a biker gang costume from Halloween last fall. "You can't be serious," I point out. His arms fill the jacket pretty well actually.

Mike was always much stronger than I was. He thought the more he worked out, the more girls would want him. Well, he was right, because Mike never really had trouble with the cute girls, he is pretty handsome I guess, and built. I was never really the muscle head, although I did play basketball freshmen and sophomore year, and I do a casual run when I know I'm getting out of shape. Other than that, I've decided to stick to just still images.

Mike says, "Whatever man, this thing suits my arms, not like I'll be wearing it all night. Just wanna have a good first impression. Slick, eh?" We walk back into my living room. Mike turns on the TV while I pull out my camera out of its bag, and take out a white rag out of my pocket, then drop down on the couch next to him.

"Any new pictures today mate?" Mike asks. While cleaning the lens, I look back at him, "Other than the ones from the pep rally, no." The rally was just an end of the year kind of thing, I usually don't stick around, but promised the news cast of our school that I would have pictures up and running by tomorrow.

Mike says. "Why do you take pictures for our crappy news paper at school? You should just stick to the ones you take around town and of the people." "Something to keep me busy, not like it matters for long anyways," I replied. Mike shrugs, while starring at some infomercials about energy drinks.

At around eight, the phone rings in the kitchen. I walk over and pick it up, "Hello?" I asked. "Mill, it's Rick, I should be there in about half an hour, got some news by the way." Rick says on the other line. "You don't say? I look forward to it, see ya then." I said. "Alright, bye," replies Rick. I hang up and walk back into the living room, then tell Mike, "Rick is on his way."

He turns off the TV, while I throw the empty cans away. Moments later, the bell rings, "Wonder who that is," I question. I look through the peep hole just to be sure it isn't an annoying sales man, then realize it's Rick. He seemed out of breath, so I quickly jerk the door open.

"Did you run here? Thought you said half an hour?" I asked, while letting him in. "I couldn't wait to tell you guys," Rick says as he pants. His fur seemed to be frizzy from the run and the black spot around his eye winks at me as he catches his breath.

Mike walks over and says, "Well lad, spit it out." Rick reaches in his pocket and pretends to hold something in front of us, "My V-Card." Then pretends to rip it.

Mike grows a grin on his face, "Well now, one down, one to go." He points out looking back at me. "Mike, I don't care about sex, so lay off. But kudos to you man, but why is it such a big deal, thought you were on the same ideal about it like me?" Rick says in a discouraged way, "It... it.. it wasn't a girl though..." I fall back onto the couch like a glass cup crashing on to the floor in a bit of shock.

I work the courage to ask, "Are... Are you... gay?" Mike looks over and sizes Rick standing among us. Rick nods while blushing a bit. "Scratch what I just said," says Mike.

"Who did you go to see then Rick?" I asked. "The thing is, I've been keeping this from you guys since we've met. I made Sheelah up, his name is actually Loonis. We've been seeing each other for sometime, and he made me realize that I shouldn't have to hide who I am."

Mike gives Rick a disgusted look as if he was a disease, "You better not be gay for us." I throw the rag at his face, and bark back, "Shut up Mike, I'm cool with who he is. What's wrong with being gay anyways?" Rick looks away scratching under his chin as if everything was normal again.

No matter how awkward things may seem to get, Rick never really seemed to care what Mike had to say, just his way of irritating him.

"No worries on that Mike," says Rick in his average calm self. I never really cared about the sexuality of anyone. I grab the M on my necklace, and rub it with my thumb while we head out to my car. It's about ten till nine on the way towards Nick's.

"So Rick, are you guys a couple?" I asked. "Well, today officially we are I guess you could say. Before, we would just go to the movies and kiss, or go to a park while having a picnic. We went for dinner today at a fancy Chinese restaurant, it was a pleasant day. Then one thing lead to another, we went to the bathroom together then..."

Mark quickly grabs Rick's muzzle and growls, "Please, stop there. I don't care about your sexuality, but no more. Please." I laugh as we pull into the crowded driveway. Then I said, "Well you guys, look alive, we're at Nick's."