Spending New Year's Chapter 1
#3 of Spending New Years
Author's note: Hi everyone! this is my first time I've written anything in a long, long time, and my first yiff story. So please, feel free to comment and provide any advice or help you can. It's always appresiated. Thanks!
Also; obviously the story and the characters are mine, the brand name stuff and everything else is not. xD
"Oliver...Oliver... Wake Up!"
"Ngh..." was all the young angora could muster as the sheets were violently ripped from his bed, cold air rushing over his mostly nude form. After the cold finally set in he flipped around, scrambling to find the blankets and retain some of the warmth and protection the fleece was providing him with through the icy Michigan winter.
"Honestly Oliver, this is the last time I'm letting you sleep in over break. School starts back next week; you know this."
"Yeah...I know mom." After Alyssa left, Oliver stood up, revealing through silken boxers the morning time erection he'd been toying with before his mother decided to interrupt. He walked over to his dresser, pausing to admire the frozen wasteland outside of his window; dawn's light refracting off of every surface like it was covered in diamonds. "So pretty..." he sighed, looking down at his own silvery white fur and wishing he could sparkle, even though he was pretty sure that you needed to be bitten by a vampire or something to get to do that, and the idea of being dead just to be sparkly was not on his to-do list.
Though the winter break was almost over, Oliver felt no need to wish it back to the beginning, like most kids his age were want to do. He liked school, and being as he would graduate the coming June, he wanted to spend as much time with the people he cared about as he could. He hadn't seen or heard from his best friend Stephanie in over two weeks, and he was ready to start talking to her about clothes and food and...well....boys....
Stephanie had been Oliver's friend since grade school; having met her on the playground when bullies had thrown him off of the swing to rub dirt in his snow white fur. Stephanie; a ten year old Fox with a bright red coat, making her one of the most popular girls in school, simply walked up to the boys that were torturing Oliver's coat and kicked one straight in the groin. While that one, even at age ten, wasn't going anywhere for a while, the others got the hint and took off. Steph had helped Oliver up, taken him inside, and rode with him in his mom's car all the way home, making sure he was okay. Stephanie had been his best friend since, and was the only person who outright knew that Oliver was gay.
After coming back to reality and throwing on Scooby Doo lounge pants and a simple black t-shirt, he walked downstairs, his stomach protesting that his bed-head could wait; he needed food now.
"So...any plans for the new year?" His mom said to him from behind the island in their grossly disproportionate kitchen. The kitchen took up at least a third of the Graham's ground floor, which on a 2000 square foot floor was just obscene.
"What new year?" Oliver was already digging through the cereal cabinet, blissfully unaware of his mother's eggs and bacon that were frying in the pans.
"The new year that comes every year, right around this time." She replied, holding a spatula like it was a short sword, pointed right at the back of her son's head. "You best not be trying to get cereal when I'm already making us breakfast."
Oliver sighed, and put back the three boxes of cereal he had pulled, intent on mixing all of them in to a bowl before eating. "No, of course I wasn't." He pulled up a stool on the other side of the island, doodling on a piece of paper aimlessly while he waited for his mother to finish.
"Here we are." Alyssa waltzed over to her son carrying a plate covered in eggs, bacon, and toast, just how he liked them and enough that he wasn't going to be hungry afterwards. "What's the occasion?" Oliver quipped, his tail swishing behind him with concern for the answer.
"Well, I figured you wanted to do something special for your 18th new year, instead of just waiting until midnight with your sister and I, so I asked some of the mothers to see what was going on in the city. Rachel's mom said she was going to a party at Aran Strong's home."
Oliver's heart jumped, seeing that name traced over and over the paper he'd been doodling on, tearing it away from the countertop and stuffing it in his pocket. "Who?"
"Aran Strong, you know, his father is the football coach, and his mother and I worked together on the bake sales to raise money for your senior trip this May."
"Oh..." Oliver knew exactly who Aran was. He'd been pining over him for years, always sitting behind him in classes to get to stare at him without getting weird looks from everyone else. He'd only spoken to him a few times; Aran wasn't exactly the most popular guy in school, but as he knew the entire football team through his father, he got to hang out with people who were. He had been invited to several parties and had probably been with so many girls... Oliver sighed, wondering why he even bothered letting his mind chase after such unattainable goals.
His mind continued to remember the only time Aran and he had ever spoken face to face for longer than a passing 'hello'. Sophomore year, Oliver had been assigned to be Aran's lab partner and nearly dropped the beaker of acid on his foot from his palms sweating so much. After that embarrassing incident, Oliver felt no hurry to show his face to his crush anytime soon.
"Earth to Oliver; Hello? Anyone home?"
Oliver snapped back into focus, a black paw flashing into and out of view as he sat. "Oh. Good morning, Olivia."
The midnight angora giggled. "Just making sure there was still life underneath all that drooling." Oliver grabbed a napkin and quickly wiped up the supposed drool, his twin sister giggling from the other stool. He glared at her teasingly, his silvery blue eyes meeting her own matching pair. It was their only common trait as twins, even if they were fraternal. Growing up, the two never knew or even heard of their father, and to speak of him or ask questions of their mother was kind of taboo, as it only made Alyssa cry. All they knew for sure was that he must have had white fur, Olivia's black fur matching their mother's family perfectly.
"What are you doing for the new year, sis?" Oliver took his tail in his paws and twisted it back and forth, like he did whenever he was nervous.
"I dunno, maybe go to that party at Aran's house. Or I might stay home with mom; it depends on how she's feeling. You know how she is around this time of year."
"How am I this time of year?" Alyssa called from the master bathroom. "I told you both to be out of this house for new years. That included you, Olivia."
"How does she hear us?" Oliver whispered. "It's like she's supermom or something."
"I don't know, but we need to go somewhere tomorrow. Do you want to go to Aran's place?"
"I guess so." Silently, Oliver wished that his twin wasn't going to the party, he wanted to find Aran and try to talk to him, and his sister was sure to be checking up on him constantly. Oliver was naturally much more reserved than his cheerleader sister, so Olivia was constantly checking on him to make sure he was talking to people and being social.
After eating breakfast, Oliver helped his sister pick out an outfit for the following evening, and and Olivia helped Oliver do the same. They both made sure that the car was ready, and completed a few chores that needed to be done before lunchtime.
Not much happened for the rest of the day; Oliver sat in his room and read, while Olivia and Alyssa watched movies together. Pirates of the Caribbean, Tomb Raider, Enchanted, and Van Helsing later, it was ten o'clock and time for bed.
That night, Oliver dreamt of Aran.