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TYSON!

I jumped up from where I was laying in shock and wound up slamming my head against a hard surface. Wincing in pain and covering my inevitable bump, I squinted through my half shut eyes. I looked around to find myself in a room covered in posters of basketball players, some paintings, and some howl of duty posters (call of duty furry style XP). My eyes focused and I found myself on a blue bed with a white blanket and blue pillow. I continued to look around and I saw a familiar sight next to me, it was the brown lynx that had the bright green eyes.

"What happened?" I asked wincing as I touched the burning spot on my forehead,

"well besides from slamming your head into mine," he replied with a smile, "you hit your head on the coffee table, you know that happens a lot with you," he laughed a little.

"what slamming things or knocking myself out?" I comeback earning a full laugh when I since from my throbbing head.

"after you knocked out, I took the liberty of calling your parents on your phone and,"

"YOU WHAT?!?" I yelled in interruption jumping out of bed with pure horror in my face, "why would you do that, how did you do that, when did you do that!" I bombarded him with questions.

"calm down, your phone was left open and I didn't know how long you would be out, I told them that the art project was taking longer than it expected and that you should stay over," he assured me.

I calmed down and realized what he said, "...they didn't care?"

"no they said it was whatever,"

"Of course they did," I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"your parents said...," he continued.

"STOP CALLING THEM THAT!!" I screamed at him, causing him to be jump back in shock at my outburst. he just looked at me with surpirsed eyes.

"sorry," I said as I once again calmed down, "they are..." I paused with tears forming in my eyes as the memories started to form in the cloudy mist of my mind.

"my adopted parents," I ashamedly admitted, looking away to the wall to my immediate left.

"adopted?" he said quietly

The tears began to run from my face.

I saw my bag next to the foot of his bed. Opening the bag and pulling out a blanket. It was blue and had little teddy bears peppered around the fabric. The fabric was an interesting one, delicate, smooth, and soft, as if you were to mix silk and cotton into a unique fabric.

"I was found in this blanket when I was little. The orphanage said my genes come from a husky and a fox. The fox genes make my tail longer than usual," I explained to him as he listened intensely.

"the orphanage housed me for a long time now, I think they said I was around 2 when they found me. And its been 15 years." By this time the tears were rolling down my cheeks, my ears began to fold back as the memories flooded back to me.

"I was housed by many families, but they all just hated me for some reason, it could've been my long tail or my coloring but I didn't know," I began to explain as I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"until I was about 9 I was bouncing around houses, but after that it began to slow down, after all who wants a 10 year old who cant even keep a family," I put the blanket back into my bag and turned to him.

"the family I am with now has been the longest someone has housed me for about a couple months now, but we had to move cities because the mother had a promotion. And the father changed jobs in this one. But I don't think they will want me for much longer."

"how could you think that?" he asked kind of shocked.

"because I haven't been with a family for over 1 month since I was 12. I'm 17 now Jason, no one wants to adopt a boy that's just half a year from being an adult."

He stared at me with his deep forest green eyes. The tears were streaming down my face by this time.

"Jason, my own parents didn't even want me, what makes you think anyone, ANYONE will want me? I mean LOOK at me!" I began to raise my voice as the pain began to mix with anger.

"I'm A FREAK!" I pointed at my fur color and tail.

"I'm a waling paint can gone wrong. And it looks like someone wanted to pull my tail out but stopped halfway though! I'm a walking freakshow!"

I was angry. But not at him, I was angry at my so called parents, my looks, my whole pathetic excuse for a life. I was living in a living hell. Everyday is a struggle for me to wake up and begin another day without wanting to end tis pitiful existence. I mean who would miss me? No one. And the sad truth is, I'm right.

But just then I was pulled into a warming embrace, one that seemed to push away the cold thoughts running through my head. It was Jason.

I looked at him as he grabbed my shoulders holding me in front of him.

"stop. Stop thinking of yourself as such a thing. You are not a freak show. You are not a freak. You're..." he paused as his intense eyes softened

"You're beautiful to me."

And he pulled me into a kiss.