New Feelings: Entry 5: Road Trip!
Hey journal,
_ MAN!! It feels so good to be writing again. I'm finally going back to school after like, a week or so. Now, I just gotta try to explain what happened to me to my friends without outing me and/or Elliott. This may get, well, difficult. Especially 'cause, well, it all ended up being pretty okay between me and my parents, which isn't what they wanted I'm sure. My parents didn't kill me for being gay, plain and simple. I was punished for not coming to them and telling them I was feeling different things than normal, then going behind their backs and getting a boyfriend. Either way ya' look at it, some of this IS my fault, and I should own up to it. And, well, I'll try my hardest to do so. Also, I now have a HUUUUUUGE decision to make ahead of me. Do I come out, or what? If so; when, where, and how? And what will everyone think? Oh well, that's a road I'll deal with later. For now, I know there's a handsome wolf at school waiting for me and that's all that matters right now. And today, we leave for San Francisco for choir and Elliott and I are roommates! Better yet, it's just us two in a big, private room..........yum. Heheh!_
Write more later,
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Caylen~
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I woke up to a screeching Alarm clock, which read 6:19 a.m. I groaned a little and thought ugh. Man, my clocks broken again. Its still dark out, it can't be 6:19. Piece of cr-CRAP! DAYLIGHT SAVINGS!! I jumped out of bead like a cheetah ambushing its pray from the tall grass. I padded down the hall to the shower so fast that I forgot to use my pads to run on, which caused me to skid a few feet past the bathroom when I reached it. Luckily, I recovered from my fall before anyone noticed, so I just went on with my morning routine. I turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. The hot water felt so unexplainably amazing on my fur. Maybe it was just the day, or maybe I was just so tired that every little thing had a touch of ecstasy in it. Well, everything except for the current events on the news channels.
I flicked on the TV. Instantly a handsome fox of a news reporter sitting next to his gorgeous co-host vixen took hold of the screen. "Our top story this morning: Crisis in Japan!" he said with a tone that, like most news reporters, instantly drew you in to the story with such intent that you'd lose track of time. Though, this time, I could tell that he was silently mourning. I could hear a melancholy undertone mixed with fear and uncertainty. I listened to the news for a while longer, munching on my cereal and getting ready for school. My father eventually emerged from the den that was his room, already dressed and ready for work. He asked me if I was ready to go, to which I responded my nodding my head.
The drive to school was silent. It was like one, long awkward silence. Only the sound of the engine could be heard; no radio, no wind passing over the truck, making its distinctive whistling, nothing. It was horrible. I could tell my dad was nervous, but I couldn't blame him. I mean, he didn't know Elliott was out, but he knew we'd be sharing a room together, which apparently bothered him because when he finally spoke he asked me "Are you sure you still want to go on the trip?"
I looked at him, into his eyes. Within the brown timber coloured eyes I saw worry and resentment, although, I think it was resentment for what he'd just asked. Either way, I responded "Definitely. I worked way too hard to just back out now. I raised over seven-hundred dollars for this trip. Besides, they need me."
He smiled a little, looked at me and said "Fine. Just, well..." His voice trailed off.
"Dad, don't worry." I assured him. "I'll be professional with this. What happened to me is my problem, not anyone else's. So, they don't need to know. Besides, I can act normal you know. I mean, I did it for like, two years."
This got him really laughing. His hearty laugh never got old. He looked at me and said "Yeah, bet so, huh?"
We shared this moment until the light turned green and we arrived at school. I took my school stuff, along with my slightly overstuffed luggage for the trip and headed out to school. But no without my dad saying "Wait!" I turned around and looked up at him. "Be safe on the trip, sing your heart out, and I love you, okay?"
"Thanks dad, I will. And I love you too." I said before he drove away, his truck's sound resonating off the walls of the performing arts centre.
It was a great day; warm and sunny, with a slight breeze. Everything smelled great, especially the scent of my little wolfy. He came up behind me and hugged me, causing me to spin around and meet his maw with mine, sharing a planned "sneak attack" kiss for however long it wanted to last. I wanted it to last forever, but I still had to breathe, so we separated. Panting slightly, and in a low, breathy voice I said,
"Hi Elliott, haven't seen you in forever." He smiled at me, his light blue, azure eyes glistening with happiness, his grin spreading all the way across his face, he was amazing. All he did was grab me again, embracing me as if I were dead and brought back to life. I chose to link back to him, linking my paws together behind him, arms stretched around his torso, reaching down to his waist behind him. I dug my head into his chest and listened to his heartbeat, steady, caring, and sweet.
"I missed you." He said in a half whispered, half breathy sort of tone.
Once more he embraced me for a kiss, our maws connected, toungues intertwined with the other in a dance of love with a light feeling of a need for dominance. We continued on for just a few precious moments more before I realized that not only were we just plainly making out in public, but that I needed to put my luggage in the choir room also. Panting, I pulled away and asked
"Wait. Elliott, what are we doing?"
He responded "We're making out silly, it's what you do when your in love with someone."
"I-I know, but... we're....you...I thought that we were, well, y'know...closeted." I was confused beyond belief. Did something major happen when I was gone? The thought bounced around in my head. Honestly though, I didn't care much. That make out was just too amazing for me to think straight. Then I remembered my bags. "Oh, I need to put these in the choir room." I pointed at my bags.
"Here, I'll help you." Elliott lifted up some of my bags and helped me bring them to the room. In less than 12 hours it'd be just the two of us, and I was ecstatic!
Just the two of us. Finaly.