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Hi, this is my first romance story ever so, critisism is great, constructive or othrwise, in case I'm that bad...

Anyway, this is the first chapter to a book thing that I thought up a few days ago. Yes I am aware that it isn't that good, but hopefully I will be able to improve later, so don't give up on the story just yet.

It's a little slow at first, but it gets better as it goes on- I think...

By the way, the couple or maybe upcoming couple in this story are both homosexual guys (well I think that one is bisexual but they are both guys anyway) so if you have a problem with that, you probably won't like the story.

There is NO sex in this chapter, or probably for quite a few chapters anyway, so don't expect anything like that N'kay?

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Kyle groaned and switched off the annoying alarm. He lies for a while, pondering on why anyone would put such a dreadful noise to wake up to in the morning. Of course any recurring noise that you had to hear EVERY day that woke you up early to go to the same place EVERY year would HAVE to be annoying. The alarm went off a second time, telling him to go take a shower.

He went through the morning tradition, showering the same way, using the same fur shampoo and ending as always by turning the water to cold so he would stay awake. He dressed and brushed his fur in front of the mirror in his bathroom. Looking at him through the mirror was a slender sixteen year old male wolf with black color on his forearms, shins down, and edge of tail. He rolled his eyes at his image, his fur looked soft, his tail kind of fluffy, and his and muzzle was a bit rounded, but no one dared call him "cute" unless they didn't know what was good for them. He combed over his long-ish hair, it was a darker gray at the roots than the rest of his fur, and was black the rest of the way. He combed it in the same way as he always did, so that it went over half of his face, but was raised a little so it didn't mess with his eyes, which where a emerald green.

After washing, Kyle went downstairs, only to be greeted by his extremely drowsy family, who had just gotten up. He lived with a raccoon family that had taken him in when he was eleven. At first they thought that he would grow too big, and wouldn't really fit in with his foster siblings. However, Kyle was very small for a wolf, practically a runt, which he resented sourly. He really should be a couple inches taller than his foster father, but really he was a few inches shorter than his older brother (Calvin), which was kind of embarrassing, since he was a wolf and everyone else was a raccoon. The only one he was taller than was his sister (Felicia), whom he adored, in the way only a proud older brother could. At least being small allowed him to fit into his new family, but that's about all it was good for.

He sat at the breakfast table with the strange group, him being one of the strangest. His foster mother had always encouraged them to express their selves in anyway they wanted to. Which explained Felicia's wild appearance; her fur was a cascade of different colors, even the rings of her tail were brilliant, she had white, red, blue, purple, and green all mixed up in different parts of her fur, giving her a bizarre but somewhat cool appearance. His foster father always wore at least one wacky thing along with his business clothes, today, it was a bright, clown colored camo tie. His new mother always dressed like a hippy, and usually had a band or something in her hair. His elder brother was the most normal; the strangest thing about him was a singular black streak in his hair, which was by accident anyway.

So the family went off in the normal routine, which always ended up in the silent car ride to school, since no one felt like talking at this hour. Thy arrived at the same old boring, school, which held similar boring classes each day. Kyle found himself walking through the familiar halls brooding on how dull the rest of the day would be, when he collided with something tall and furry with enough impact to knock him on his rump and even hit his head on a set of lockers.

He looked up, ready to yell at the oblivious fur that knocked him down, but his anger was quelled when he saw that the one who had knocked him over was extending a hand as if to help him up and looking apologetic. Kyle took it, and stood up, looking at him. He was a lion, and was tall enough so that Kyle's head only reached his chest, he looked nice enough, and he had to admit, the lion was kind of good looking. Wait- he shook his head, apparently he fell harder than he though, he had never saw another guy as "good looking" before, cool maybe, but definitely not good looking. He accepted the apology he didn't really pay attention to, and went to his first class, brooding on something entirely different than boring classes.

Jack's point of view-

Jack entered his new school, and tried to keep an optimistic mind. His last school kind of sucked, the teachers where annoying and they had no control over the students, and then there was the fact that he had to go to school at all. Then again, this could be a chance to actually do stuff, the other school wasn't organized enough to have many extra things open, so they only had a basketball team, which was boring to him.

He was so caught up in trying to keep positive mind that he accidentally knocked over a black and gray-furred wolf. Not wanting to be rude, he offered to help him up, but let the wolf use his own strength, that way he wouldn't feel too small. He noticed that the wolf wasn't even tall enough to reach his chin with his head, but he still looked kind of cool, but he seemed detached though. Jack watched him walk away, looking like he was deep in thought, so he just shrugged and walked to his class, following the map he had been given.

His first class was algebra II, and was being taught by a laid-back panther, who didn't even point out the fact that there was a new student in the class, much to Jack's relief. His old teachers would have mad him stand up in front of the class and introduce himself, which would be really embarrassing.

They where going over something he had already studied at his old school, so he just sat back and let his mind drift until the bell rang.

His second class was a new science they just came up with. It had to do with studying different species, and their feral form, which was like a non-sentient four legged form of the normal kind, their was even a feral form of a lion, which Jack found interesting. But for some reason he found himself looking up wolves in the textbook, and was actually interested in reading the different facts about the feral and anthro kind

The teacher seemed so enthusiastic that it was infectious, and he actually enjoyed that class; which was saying a lot, seeing as he found sitting around in one place talking about theories for that long usually bored him to tears. She gave them homework, but it wasn't too bad; all they had to do was look up the feral form of their own species and compare them with their selves, which wasn't so bad, seeing as the textbook did half the work for them.

He didn't remember his third period though, it was too dull, and his fourth period was like his first, going over what he already knew, neither where as interesting as his second period, nor even his first.

He found that he liked the school though, he didn't have any psycho teachers so far, but he had someone explain what "third lunch" meant, which turned out to be just which group he went to lunch with. He had the last lunch period, but when it was lunch time he didn't feel like eating. So he just explored the school a little and tried to keep tabs on the time.

He always liked new places he could look around in, and the school was set up so that you wouldn't know what room you'll end up in next. It was fun to look around, but it would be really easy to end up lost, since the main hallways where hard to locate at times, and their where back ways which lead into really neat looking classes. Too make it even more fun, he made sure he didn't look at the map they gave him, that way he would be surprised when he found the next room.

Jack eventually came to a door which had a piano playing behind it. He pressed his ear and listened in, wondering who was playing. The song was both sad, and somehow royal sounding. It had heavy struck keys, mixed in with the quick pittering of high notes, and had a melancholy background sound to it, making it a very interesting song; so interesting that Jack just stood their and listened to the whole thing, before it stopped, and he was hit in the snout by a wolf on his way out.

Jack retreated a few steps clutching his stinging nose and found himself looking at the same wolf that he had knocked down a few hours earlier. Was he the one who had been playing the song?

Kyle stopped his song early, not wanting too miss class even though he'd rather be down here, going through the different songs he made up, and even making up a few on his own. He swung the only door to the room open, and was startled by a thud and a yelp of pain when he did so. He hoped he hadn't run into anything fragile, like a rabbit or something, but whatever it was felt heavier than anything that could possibly be related to something small or sensitive.

He opened the door the rest of the way to see the lion he saw from earlier, clutching his muzzle and checking for blood.

"Sorry," Kyle apologized when the lion removed his hand too reveal a bit of blood dropping from his nose. "Did I break it?" Kyle asked, when he saw that the lion didn't hurt too badly.

"No, but you sure busted the Hell out of it," replied the lion in good humor, regardless of the fact that Kyle just bloodied his nose, "my nose has always been a little weak anyway." "My name is Jack by the way," he says, offering his bloodless hand to shake.

"Oh, mine's Kyle," he replies, shaking the offered, "but I've got to go to Mr. ASSenbagger's class now." "His real name is ASHenbagger, but he happens to be a real jack-ass; both figuratively and literally," He explained when Jack looked lost.

Jack laughs, saying, "I'm new here, so I don't know many of the hated teachers, or their nicknames."

"No, I kind of made that nickname up myself. Hey, I've got to back anyway, do you want me to show you to the central hallways, or did they give you a map?" Kyle asked, astonished by his own generosity, since he usually didn't bother as much.

"Nah, I'll find my way back alone," Jack says, probably not wanting to be a bother.

"Oh, well see you then," Kyle says, before walking off.

As much as he would rather stay and talk to the lion, Ass enbagger was really strict when it came down to... well anything, especially being tardy for class. Luckily he was able too make it too class just as the bell rung, much to the disapproval of Mr. Ashenbagger; who probably would have loved to write Kyle up for detention. The donkey mix was looking annoying as ever, even more so, as he wore that obnoxiously condescending face that told Kyle that he was annoyed with him.

"Glad you can make it to class Mr. Eaves," Ashenbagger says in his infuriating nasal voice, "now I hope you don't take so long reaching your seat and turning your textbook to page 364."

The most annoying part of this guy is that his smart-ass remarks weren't even clever, and where more like dumb-ass remarks.

When his back was turned, Kyle did that trick where you close one eye, and pretend to pinch someone neck off from your point of vision, making several students snort in amusement. The donkey turned around to see what was so amusing, but Kyle was already walking over to his seat by now.

"Yes, glad too see you've made it," says Keith, a panther friend of Kyle's, doing an uncanny impression of Mr. Ashenbagger, "I don't want to have to write you up for the nineteenth time."

Kyle said nothing in reply; instead he just held up a picture of a hand giving the finger that he had drawn earlier, facing Keith, who snickered under his breath.

"Eaves! Richardson! If you interrupt me again, you're both going straight to the office!" Mr. Ashenbagger practically yelled.

Kyle just held up the picture again, this time pointing at Ashenbagger while he wasn't looking. Unfortunately, Keith's laugh notified the teacher, who turned sharply around to see the picture pointing at him.

"MR EAVES!" the donkey yelled, storming up to Kyle's desk. He snatched up the piece of paper, yelling, "You know that disruptive behavior like profane hand signals is against school rules, get to the office NOW!"

"Well, I just drew a picture of it. So, you can't really send me to the office since there is no rule against drawing rude hand gestures," said Kyle, thinking that if he was going to the office, he might as well have some fun first. This caused most of the students to crack up, since nobody had ever talked back to Mr. Ashenbagger like that.

Speaking of Mr. Ashenbagger, he seemed to be about to explode, but didn't have anything "smart" to say and simply replied, "No one likes a smart butt, get to the office NOW!" All the students where laughing by the time Kyle walked out of the classroom; he felt very much accomplished as he made his way up to the office,

Kyle was glad to find that the principle was sick and the vice principle was filling in. It was lucky, because he new something that most students didn't, a gross addiction that the vice principle did every day, at about this time. So Kyle didn't have anything to worry about, all he had to do was walk in on him in the act, and he would get off Scott free. So he lay down on the waiting bench, waiting to walk in at just the right time.

He thought for a little as a lay their, what had came over him? Sure he hated Mr. Ashenbagger, but he didn't think that he would end up provoking him that much. Usually all he did was sit quiet, or make complicated insults that the teacher was to thick to understand, at least until it was too late to call him out for it.

He didn't have much time to think about it though, as he felt something large and heavy sit down on his torso with enough force too knock the wind out of him.

Jack walked down the hall, mumbling furious to himself. He had been sent to the office for punching some guy in the face for picking on a little raccoon kid, who the guy had even hit him at one point. He supposed that was reason enough to hit somebody, but couldn't he have just pulled the bully away and told him off (since he was still bigger than him, do to his species and his hobbies) he shook his head and walked on. He was never a violent fur, actually, he'd never even been in a fight, well, minus the little shoving fights he had when he was little, he couldn't understand what made him hit that guy. He actually felt bad enough to apologize to him, even before the teacher saw what happened, and even if the fur in question was a jerk. Jack saw the office and sighed, apparently the vice principle was in some kind of meeting, and he had to wait for it too be over before he went in, which was suppose to be a long wait.

He flopped down heavily on a waiting bench, and was surprised at how soft and comfy the seats where, and was even more surprised when it moved under him. Jack jumped back out of the seat, only to see that the one he had been sitting on was that wolf he'd met before, named Kyle. He was clutching his ribs, as if checking for broken ones.

"Did I break anything?" Jack asked worriedly, hoping that he didn't end up hurting another fur in the same day.

"No, but you sure busted the Hell out of them," Kyle replied brightly, still clutching his ribs, "but why did you jump on me?"

"Sorry, I really didn't see you their," Jack said, feeling really stupid.

"I guess I can take this as payback for bloodying your nose," Kyle says, waving off the apology, "Looks like we can't run into each other without actually running into each other huh?"

"Yeah, It's like were taking turns knocking the crap out of each other," Jack snickered, relieved that he hadn't hurt the wolf.

"Or in one case squashing the crap out of each other," Kyle pointed out, "but I guess its fine, since it's my turn to beat up you next."

"As long as it's an accident, I'd hate to have to kick your ass," Jack replies jokingly.

"Hah, hard-ass huh? Wait till you see these guns," he says, pretending to flex a muscle, but really just holding his arms up, so that his muscle stays flat against his arm.

"Really?" Jack asks wildly, pretending to be offended, then really flexes one of his, "well, it might not be as big as some, but I bet I can take you."

"Wait, hmm-" Kyle inspects Jack's muscle, which was a lot bigger than his "Wait just a sec, I think it may be their but I'll have to go grab a micro-scope to check."

(Jack eventually dropped the topic since it seemed to annoy Kyle that he was a lot stronger than him, even though Kyle never admitted it and tried to make a joke out of all of it)

The more Jack talked to Kyle, the more he seemed to like him. Kyle was so funny and quick thinking and cute-. He stopped himself at cute, surprised by his own thoughts; but the more he thought about it, the more he found this wolf attractive. Jack never had anything against gay people, actually, Jack accepted most furs for themselves and didn't care what they where, be them homosexual or of different religion, he accepted or rejected furs for who they where. But never in a thousand years had he thought he would turn out gay, so he continuously battled with the thoughts, trying to reason that he wasn't really homosexual, and that he was overreacting over a little thought. But the more he thought about it, the more he was beginning to feel emotions about Kyle that he would never have thought he would think about another male, and he wasn't even adding the thoughts he had about Kyle's body either, which was usually the first thing people thought about.

Then, without Jack's permission, his own eyes looked over the wolf, and was even more startled when he felt that he was having some "physical" feelings as well as emotional. Their was no denying it, Jack was now a homo in both thoughts and well...; the knowledge didn't really bother him as much when he accepted it, but he was still surprised with himself.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asked, and Jack shook himself back from his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired," Jack said, "I'm just waiting for the vice principle, I'm kind of in trouble.

Kyle laughed, "so am I, but we won't have to wait long for him."

"Why not?" asked Jack.

"Well, we just have to wait for his lights to go out," Kyle explained snickering, "You see, the vice principle has a habit of masturbating around this time every day. Your teacher probably knows which is why he or she told you too wait."

"Oh, that must have been the 'meeting' she was talking about," Jack replied slyly.

"Yeah," Kyle snickered, "I just don't know why he doesn't do it at home like everybody else."

"Well maybe he just has to go around looking at furs like you all day, and can't control himself" Jack said, regretting saying the words, even as the slipped out of his mouth. Flirting? Was he really flirting with this guy that he just formally met fifteen minutes ago?

"Like me?" the wolf asked, confused.

"Yeah, you know," says Jack, thinking quickly to cover it up, "maybe he is some freaky pedophile, since pedophiles usually don't care about gender, and gets a glimpse of furs like you. No offense, but you do look kind of... childlike (he had to stop himself from saying cute), but not really, it's probably just your fur."

For a moment Jack was afraid that he had been caught, and not a few minutes after realizing he had a secret crush on someone. Bleagh, even the thought of the word "secret crush" sounded girly or childish.

But after a while, Kyle seemed to buy it, and went back to talking like they had been earlier. After a little bit, the lights went out in the office, signaling the start of the vice principles daily routine.

Kyle waited a few seconds before jokingly holding out an arm for Jack to lock, "shall we go blackmail a member of the school staff." He says formally.

"Yes, I think we shall indeed," Jack replies, adopting the same manner and taking his arm as they start to marched comically into the office.

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Anyway their it is, again critisism is very much appreciated. This one felt kind of childish the way I wrote it and I hope I can get better.

*I might have some, super cool nickname here, whenever I decide to make myself a charecter or something, but for now, I'll just put this annoying sensless little thing that doesn't matter at all, and I can't beleive your still reading this, im just writing this because I'm thinking at the same time and I don't even know why either because Im not makeing much sense now so bye*