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You said you'd be back when I woke up.

I rose my head up from the pillow that held me so comfortably. My dreams seemed to be only a limited escape from the reality of life. I looked beside me where I expected Cyd to be waiting. Sadly, he was not there. He told me that he'd be here by now, but here I was, alone. As I stood up from the warm sheets, I noticed that Mike was asleep on the ground right next to the bedroom door. Maybe he was looking out for me? I don't know, but I do know that he was here to help.

Last night was incredibly rough for me. Cyd was hauled off to jail and I was left here with nothing but the echoes of my own voice. I probably would've gone insane if I hadn't called Mike to come over and give me company. He was nothing like I expected him to be. I thought he was going to act obnoxious; I thought he was going to spend all night trying to get me into bed with him. I don't know why I thought that; I guess it was just the first impression he gave me at Envi, but he definitely was different.

Mike was actually a pretty sweet guy. He helped wipe away my tears when I cried, he listened when I talked about how I felt, and he held my paw tight when I needed someone to comfort me. He helped me out in every way I could've possibly needed him, but I couldn't help but feel guilty. I was still with Cyd; I still loved him with every inch of my body. I even closed my eyes sometimes and pretended that Mike's skinny body was Cyd's during parts of the night. I didn't like doing it, but I needed something. I needed Cyd, but Mike was the next best thing.

I proceeded forward towards the door, stepping over Mike's body as I exited. His breath was heavy and his body looked exhausted; it made me wonder how late he was up until. I walked down the hallway and towards the stairs. My body was still aching, even worse than the night before. The dance club was so brainwashing, it just took all of my worries away. I wish we could've just stayed there for another ten minutes, because that would've been another ten minutes of pure bliss. Another ten minutes that I still had Cyd by my side.

The empty containers of ice cream that Mike and I ate together were still laid out across the living room table. I contemplated on whether or not I ate more spoonfuls or shed more tears. I walked up to a large window on the side of the room, where I stood and looked out onto the beach. The view was amazing and calming, just like the smell of the fresh morning air. If only Cyd were here to smell it with me, then my life would be perfect.

"Hey babe, how did you sneak out on me?" Mike called to me from the top of the staircase. I turned around and looked up at him, giving him a small smile. Sure I didn't really enjoy him calling me names like that, but I understood he was trying to make me relaxed.

"Well first I put my ninja mask on, then I did a back flip over your sleeping body which we both knew wasn't actually sleeping; it was all just a trick to fool me into thinking you weren't watching," I replied, breaking the first laugh of the day. He chuckled a bit, showing it was okay to laugh, and then I watched as his face grew a little bit more serious.

"Are you feeling any better Nate? You looked pretty bad last night." His eyes were bright with sincere worry and his voice was very comforting. He began to proceed down the stairs, but never took his eyes off of mine.

"Yea, I'm feeling a lot better," I replied, "I just miss him a lot. I mean, I know it's only been a day, but I just got here yesterday and now I'm alone already."

"But you're not alone." Mike walked closer to me and stood by my side. He gave me a friendly smile, but I could tell he was disappointed that I wasn't really showing any gratitude towards him.

"I know, I'm glad you're here, I just wish Cyd was here too." I turned back around and looked out the window once again. I watched as the waves climbed up the sands of the beach and then slid back down to the bottom. If only they would take my sorrow away with them.

"Well I'd be a bad friend if I just sat beside you and watched you be sad, so I'm going to make sure you have a good time today," Mike yelled out in excitement, putting his paw on my shoulder. I looked over at it, but wasn't really sure what to say back. It did sound nice to have a good time, but at the same time I felt like I was getting used to the sadness that surrounded me; I was beginning to feel comfortable with my tears.

"What exactly do you have in mind?" I asked with an unsure tone in my voice.

"Me and a couple of my buddies have plans to go hang out at the summer carnival for the day, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I brought a certain little husky." His paw moved from my shoulder down to my waist. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but I didn't want to be rude by shoving him off or yelling at him. I guess you could say my politeness made me a pushover.

"I don't know Mike, what if Cyd comes back while I'm gone? I don't want him to worry about me." I walked towards the couch in the center of the room to escape his eager hold, but he followed close behind.

"We'll leave a note or something. Trust me, I've known Cyd since he was a kid; he'll be glad to know your safe with me."

"What if he needs me?" I asked, trying to avoid the situation.

"Then we'll come right back home. He knows my number."

"What if you don't hear your phone ring or something?"

"I'll put it on vibrate."

"What if you don't feel it vibrate?"

"Nate, you're just making excuses. If you don't want to go you don't have to, but I'll make sure you have a great time." I pondered the thought back and forth through my head before brining my thoughts to a conclusion.

"Fine, I'll go," I answered, "But you have to win me a teddy bear." His smile rose up and mine followed with happiness.

"Don't worry, you'll get your teddy bear," he replied, winking with one eye.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I jumped up from the couch and headed towards the stairs in excitement. Mike quickly stood up and began to follow me, curious about where I was going.

"Relax, I'm just jumping in the shower, you don't have to be so over protective," I said, making him stop in his tracks. He looked up at me as his happy smile turned into a flirty one.

"I'm not over protective! I'm over obsessive," he said, giving me a flirty smile. I turned away and continued to walk to the bedroom. The room had a large archway in the side of a wall which stood as an entry to a small bathroom. On the inside of it there was a small standing shower, a clean and polished toilet, and a marble sink. It all looked very inviting and very expensive.

I shut and locked the door of the bedroom and proceeded towards the bathroom, where I lightly turned the handle that switched on the water. The shower began to flow like rain falling from a dark cloud; the atmosphere was enchanting. I crossed my arms around the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it off. Being in such a new environment, I peeked around the corner and at the door which stood as a shield to the outside world; making sure that no one was watching.

As I unbuttoned my pants and began to remove them, I heard what sounded like footsteps behind me. I quickly jolted my body around to see the source of the noise, but nothing stood beside me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to let go of the worry I had in my head. The stress was starting to get to my brain and I could feel it.

After my mind was calm once again, I continued to remove my clothing. I pulled my underwear off my legs and sat them in a pile along with the rest of my clothes. I could feel the heat from the steam of the shower starting to fill the room like a mist of warm air. My fur began to become drenched in water as I stepped into the rain of cleanliness. I've always loved to take extremely long and hot showers sometimes lasting for nearly an hour. It was a time when I wasn't thinking of anything whatsoever except for the feeling of pulsation on my face.

Once again, the sound of footsteps crept into my ears. I quickly jerked my head to the side and looked behind me, but still nothing was there. It was as if my mind was playing tricks on me, trying it's hardest to make me worry. "Who's there?" I called out into the room. There was no answer. I looked around a little, trying to get the best view of the room that I could without moving. Not a single person was anywhere in sight. I shook off the thoughts I had and turned back around, trying my best not to think too much.

When I turned around, I saw something that most people would find insane. I saw something that most people would never believe. I saw my brother, standing in the shower directly in front of me. The sight scared me out of my mind and I felt my heart pause for a moment.

It was definitely Luke; same eyes, same fur, and definitely the same face. I took a step back in shock. I could not comprehend what exactly I was seeing. Was Luke still alive? No, it wasn't possible, but what else could I possibly be seeing? A spirit? A ghost?

"Don't be scared, Nate," he mumbled as he reached his arms out towards me. They slowly inched closer and closer, but when he touched me I felt nothing except air. "Don't be scared."

A cold chill engulfed my body and I took another step back. The water beneath my feet was slippery, a bit too slippery. I took a quick breath in as I fell backwards into the floor of the shower. A sharp pain filled my body as I hit my head hard on the back wall. I looked down and shut my eyes tight. The throbbing pain filled my mind like an intense headache, but I tried my best to ignore it and focus on Luke.

I opened my eyes and looked up, but Luke was gone. He came and left before my eyes. Was the guilt of my past taking over my mind, or was I just hallucinating? Maybe none of this is happening at all, maybe I'm still dreaming.

"Nate!" Mike screamed from behind the bedroom door, "Nate, are you okay?" He pounded hard against the door, trying to alert me over the loud water crashing to the ground. I tried my best to pick my body up from the cold tile, but I was weak and I could feel it.

Mike continued to pound on the door with extreme loudness, but I didn't have the strength to respond. "Nate, are you okay?" he yelled, "It sounded like you fell or something." I tried again to pull myself up from the floor, finally gathering enough energy to do so.

"I'm fine, just a little scratch" I called out as I tried to rub the pain off the back of my head. I looked down at my paw, to make sure that my head wasn't bleeding. As I suspected, there was no blood, but that didn't mean that my head was fine. I knew I saw Luke; no one could ever tell me different, but the question was if I was seeing him because he was there, or because I wanted him to be there.

After I finished drying my body off, I began to slide my clothes back on. Sure it kind of made me feel a bit dirty putting the same clothes back on, but I didn't really have a wide variety of clothing to choose from. I felt comfortable enough to leave my shirt off while I was around Mike. Even though he came on kind of strong sometimes, I still trusted him.

"Do you know if Cyd has any aspirin or something around here?" I asked Mike as I approached him on the couch. I was rubbing the back of my head still, trying to wipe away the feeling of pain. It wasn't very successful, but I continued the motion anyway.

"I don't really know, but I'm sure we can poke around the kitchen to see," he replied, confused as to why I was in such pain. "Do you have a headache or something?"

"Yea, but only a little. I hit my head in the shower, it's no big deal." I gave him a half smile and continued to walk towards the kitchen. Mike jumped up onto his feet and quickly followed me.

"Let me take a look, it might be a bit more that it looks," he said with a worried expression. I doubt he was any sort of doctor or anything, but I knew it wouldn't hurt for him to take a quick look. He grabbed my torso and lifted me up onto a kitchen counter, showing to me that he had a bit more muscle than just his appearance showed.

I tilted my head down and his eyes focused onto it fiercely. I felt his paws slowly push around my head fur to check for any scratches, cuts, or bruises. I cringed my body whenever he hit a spot the sent sharp pains throughout my head, which was often.

"Well it doesn't look like anything more than just a small bump to me, you're probably fine," Mike responded in reassurance. I lifted my head back up and gave him a wide smile. He returned with a similar one, just as wide.

I began to reply to him with a kind "Thank you", but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell at the front entrance. Mike's head turned towards the living room, then back at me in wonder. "Want me to answer it?" he asked me curiously. I shook my head no and popped up off the countertop.

"No thanks," I replied, "Just wait here, I'll be back." I turned away from him and quickly jogged to the front door. It was tall and colored in a shade of white similar to the kitchen. I tried my best to stand on my tiptoes to reach the peephole, but my short height failed me. I took a moment to clear my throat and responded with loud "Who is it?"

"It's the milk man coming to deliver your goods," a voice replied from the other side of the door. It wasn't just any plain old voice and it definitely wasn't one that I was going to mistake for anyone else's. It was Cyd's voice; a voice I've been longing to hear for a while.

"Cyd!" I screamed as a ripped the door open, nearly breaking the handle. The door flew open and revealed a tall figure standing in the daylight. He was muscular, sexy, and definitely a German shepherd; It was Cyd.

"Miss me?" he asked flirtatiously as he held his arms wide open. I ran up and jumped into his arms, losing all sense of gravity as his strong arms lifted me off the ground. "I'll take that as a yes," he said with a light laugh.

"Are you kidding? I was praying you'd come every second of the day," I yelled out in happiness. He loosened his grip and allowed me to grasp the earth under my feet once again. His eyes trailed onto my shirtless body, where they laid for a few seconds.

"Why are you shirtless?" he asked, still with a very bright tone.

"Oh, no reason. I just jumped out of the shower and I don't have any clean shirts, so I just left it off." His eyes lifted back onto my eyes, which caused both of our ecstatic smiles to increase. I watched as his eyes slowly trailed off of mine and onto something behind me. Cyd's smile slowly faded down to a frown, but his eyes stood fixed to a position behind me.

"What's he doing here?" he asked angrily. Cyd took a step inside of the house and nearly pushed me out of the way as he proceeded towards the Coyote at the other end of the room. It had just hit me that I didn't explain anything to Cyd about Mike.

I quickly followed him and tried my best to explain as hastily as I could. "Cyd, it's nothing really. He was just-"

"Just coming over to sleep with you while I was gone?" he yelled out in anger, "That's the reason you're here isn't it Mike? You're trying to steal Nate from me already." The look on Mike's face wasn't too surprising. From my perspective it looked like Mike knew that Cyd was going to act like this, as if they've been in this situation before.

"Don't blame this on me Cyd. You're little husky called and asked me to come over, I just agreed to it," Mike confessed with a proud smile. Cyd didn't seem to believe his story. The veins on his arms began to bulge more than usual and the anger on his face intensified.

"Fuck you Mike," Cyd yelled out as he grabbed mike by the neck. I watched as his paw gripped Mike's neck tightly and I bit my lip in fear. I couldn't decide on what to do or what side to take. Sure I loved Cyd, but I'd never seen him act like this.

I'd never seen anyone act like this.