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I didn't turn to look at the voice that threatened to take the focus away from my crying. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't want someone to draw me out, only to throw more salt in this fresh, emotional wound. The voice didn't break the silence again... instead... I felt the ground shift as the person sat near me. Unmoving, and still silent. I wouldn't give them the benefit of allowing them to hurt me more. My tears had finally dried, and were no longer flowing freely from my barely open eyes. My sniffing had stopped too, but the stuffy nose indicated that maybe I cried a little too hard. I sat there for at least 10 minutes, absolutely silent, still curled up into my ball, hoping that this unknown person would go away. But they didn't, he or she just sat there. I was crying so hard, I wasn't even sure of the gender of the person so close to me. I let a few moments pass, before I finally broke the long silence that hung between us.

"... What do you want." I ended up saying more like a statement, rather than a question.

"For you to say that you're ok." the clear, soft yet strong, male voice said. What kind of bullshit is this? Who the hell goes up to some random stranger, a random crying stranger no less, and wants them to say they're ok, when they obviously aren't! What kind of asshole fuck's with somebody's head like that? That's just so messed up!

"... I'm fine." I said, hoping this would repel this... this... I don't even know what to call him.

"But you aren't, I can tell by the way-"

"Why do you even care!?" I yelled, purposefully cutting him off. I finally lifted my head out from my knees and arms to look at who was taunting me.

The sun had almost completely vanished completely behind the horizon. Though I could still see enough to make out the guy not two feet from me. He seemed to be roughly my age, about the same height too if I had to guess. He was a fox, at least he looked like one (for all I know he could be a cat like me), But he had brown hair and a spiky ponytail. It was too dark to make out his eyes, but there was a soft smile on his face. A warm, unjudging smile. His lips look really soft and kissable... damn I gotta pull myself together. I could see his tail, slowly swaying back and forth. I never pictured myself calling a tail cute, but something about it just made me want to cuddle with it and bury my face in its fluffiness. Next: his body. He didn't really look athletic, but he definitely looked like he was in shape. He had a tight shirt on. I was trying to stay angry, but damn he had a nice body. It was all I could do to keep myself from staring... for too long. Earlier I said I didn't know what to call him, but now I do. Gorgeous.

He sat there while I inspected him, luckily he didn't seem to notice my ogling. Then, he turned his head and looked up at the now night sky, with that smile still on his face. I turned too, sitting and watching as the stars slowly blinked into their little niche in the sky. I still wanted to know the answer to my question, but he didn't say anything. At least, not at first.

"Why me? Why some stranger crying in the park? Why someone who purposely came to the park to cry?"

He sat in silence for a long moment. That smile replaced with what I guessed to be a look of contemplation. Was he thinking of how to sincerely put why he came to me? Or was he trying to come up with some lie to lure me along with him. Even though he is beyond beautiful, it's going to take more than a couple of overly-flattering statements to get me to do something.

"Well... I guess it's because someone who isn't afraid to show what they're feeling in public will probably show you who they really are, rather than some persona that they put on for their friends. Or maybe it's because when someone is crying, they usually want someone to talk to. To work out what they're feeling. You didn't have anyone here for that, so here I am."

What..?

"Besides, how was I supposed to know that you came to the park to cry?"

"But... why do you care?" I could feel more tears trying to work their way back into my eyes, but I stubbornly held them back

"Because somebody playing football, or walking with their friends doesn't need a shoulder to cry on."

"Why are you being so nice to me?!" the sudden anger behind the question startled him, I could tell.

"I can't be mean to somebody I don't even know." he said, that surprised look still on his face... that's when I realized, I had never seen him before until just now. He must have just moved here. I could feel all the anger that was pent up loosen within me. I dropped my eyes to the ground. I don't even know this guy, and he came to me to help and I've been nothing but a complete asshole. How can I consider myself better than that prick Jedk? Silence took over once again, but not as long this time

"... My name's Nen" I said, looking up. The smile returned on his face.

"Lyrik." he said, and I smiled back.

We sat there for a bit longer, just looking up at the stars. I didn't know what else to say, so I said nothing. It was kind of nice to have someone that didn't hate me with all their being (Mom not included, of course). That thought about mom made me realize how late it was, and that I would have to return home eventually, though I wish I didn't. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared of how she might react now that she knew I'm a faggot. I could sneak back in through the window, but I wanted to be nowhere near my house. At least, not until I think my mom has cooled down. Another idea sprung in my head, it was a heck of a long shot though.

"Hey, Lyrik?" I asked suddenly,

"Yeah?" he replied softly, turning to look at me, still smiling.

"Do you think... uh, think I could... crash at your place..?"

"Hmm, I dunno. Why?"

"I kinda had a falling out with my mom..."

"Then don't you think you should work it out?"

"... No, not tonight."

Although, he was right, it probably would have been better to try to work things out tonight, I just couldn't bring myself to try. I've been running from my problems up to this point, I don't see why that should change now. I told myself I would try tomorrow, but it was not tomorrow yet.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask."

"Thanks..." was all I could say.

He stood up, and so did I. We started walking out of the park together. It was a nice feeling, having someone I would soon probably come to call my friend. Lyrik is the closest thing I've got to a friend right now... when I came out of the closet, people who I thought were my friends shunned me, and pushed me away. Ashamed, and scared that having a homo for a friend would ruin their own reputations, or that someone would think they too were gay by association. Who knew a simple two words could ruin my entire life? Well, not me I guess. We reached the edge of the park, and Lyrik stopped and looked around for a second, I just looked at him, confused.

"Uhhh... how do we get back to Aspen Drive from here? I kinda found this park on accident," he said finally. A smile spread across my face, and I desperately tried to hold back a laugh,

"Take a left, then cut through the yard then go right at the next street" I said, still holding back laughter. Lyrik sighed, and continued walking. He really must have just moved here today, I thought to myself. And yet, he's going to have me over at his place... can anybody actually be this nice? It almost felt surreal, amazingly cute guy comes up to me in the park as I am crying alone, first day of meeting him I go with him with the intention of staying the night? Can't be a dream, my thoughts are too clear, though I pinched myself for good measure. I came out of my thoughts long enough to realize we had just crossed the yard, and was almost back at his street.

"Hey Nen, you've been pretty quiet, everything ok?" Lyrik asked suddenly

"Yeah," I said, looking at him, "just thinking."

"Well then, whatcha thinking about?"

"A lot of things." I answered honestly. Then I wished I knew what he was thinking about. I wished I knew if I had any chance with Lyrik. I wished I knew a lot of things, but wishes don't usually come true, do they? I just kept walking by him, thinking, hoping, wanting at least one chance with him, though I should know better. Odds were against me on this one, but it didn't make me want it any less.

"Alright we're finally here!" he exclaimed. Time seemed to have been moving much slower in my head. Oh well, doesn't matter now. Lyrik opened the door and shouted,

"Hey Mom! I'm Home!" I felt my ears twitch as I heard someone get up from what I guessed was the living room. Lyrik's Mom soon appeared to greet us as we continued into the house.

"Hey Lyrik! Welcome home," she said, giving Lyrik a hug, "and who's this with you?" she said shortly after, glancing over at me.

"Hi, I'm Nen," I answered. I could feel my ears twitching nervously. I put on a smile, while I stretched out my arm to offer a handshake. She lightly took my hand and shook once.

"Glad to see you made a friend already," she replied glancing back at Lyrik, "so well mannered, and cute too!" she winked, nudging Lyrik at the same time.

"Moooom... don't be weird!" he said while laughing. I was glad I had fur, because I could feel the skin on my cheeks heating up, and I could imagine them turning bright red.

"So anyways," Lyrik said, breaking my awkward silence, "can Nen stay here for the night?"

"Oh? Well... I suppose. Are your parents ok with it Nen?"

"Yeah, my Mom said it was alright."

I saw Lyrik glance at me, and I was grateful when he didn't say anything.

"Do you just live with your Mom?" Lyrik's mom asked.

"Yeah, my Dad left us when I was really young, I don't really remember much about him."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-"

"It's fine," I said, not really meaning to cut her off. "Mom said we were better off without him anyways." I said, trying to assure her.

"Alright, If you say so. Anyways, you are welcome to stay here." she said sweetly, with a smile. What is it with Lyrik, and his Mom? How did they get such amazing smiles?

"Thank you, Mrs. ... err..?

"Miss," she corrected, "and just call me Alice." she said with a wink.

"Thanks, Alice" I said, feeling awkward with the informality, But she smiled, so I guess it was alright.

"Alright, I guess we'll head to my room." Lyrik said, and headed down the hallway to the left, I quickly followed suit. I looked around as I walked through the doorway leading to his room. It was much bigger than my room, it looked like the master bedroom, and on the left side a queen sized bed lay parallel against the wall. The right side had a flat screen TV, 32 inch was my best estimate. And below it was an assortment of video game consoles and games. I also saw a computer, with a wireless mouse and keyboard lying on top. Other than that, the room was pretty bare. No posters on the walls, no pictures, or anything. Just blue paint. I did notice a backpack sort of hidden behind the TV stand though, but I didn't pay it much thought. Lyrik walked over to the console that was currently plugged in, an Xbox 360 I think, and put in the most recent first person shooter to come out. He then picked up a controller and tossed it to me. He was surprised when I told him I never played an Xbox before, but he only told me to have fun. The game's title screen soon appeared on the TV, and I picked story mode, thinking I might not be ready to play other people yet. Lyrik chuckled as I fumbled with the controller and how I was randomly roaming around instead of advancing forward. It got harder when I got to the part where I had to actually shoot stuff; Lyrik just thought it was funny.

About an hour passed of me playing Rise to Honor, the game which Lyrik put in, when he got up and started rummaging through his backpack. He quickly produced a couple of shot glasses which he set aside while he pulled out a pretty big bottle of vodka. I just watched him curiously, wondering what he was thinking, though I guessed it had something to do with drinking.

"Hey Nen, do you drink?" he asked in a normal voice.

"Sure." I said, not knowing what else to say.

"Alright, let me go get something to chase this with, be back in a sec." he said, and then left the room. I paused the game and set the controller down on the bed. Soon after, Lyrik reappeared in the doorway holding a couple cans of a berry flavored soda. He set them down on the bed, then walked over to the computer and picked up an iMusic Player.

"Hey, what kind of music you listen to?"

"Hmm, a little of everything. But mostly techno." I said. Lyrik grinned

"sweeeeet." he said as he turned on the music player, and the music started playing through the TV. It was actually a song I've heard before, and I'm pretty sure it was on my iMusic Player too.

"I love DJ Splash!" I said excitedly. Lyrik looked back and smiled, but didn't say anything. Instead, he went back to the vodka and shot glasses.

"Bring the sodas, and sit on the floor."

"Alright." I said, shoving sodas under my arm, and moving towards the center of the room where Lyrik was sitting and pouring vodka.

"What exactly is a chaser?"

"Haha, don't drink much do you? Just take a drink to help kill the taste of alcohol" he said, handing me a filled shot glass. I took it carefully, and held it up to my nose to smell it. It didn't really have a smell, but the strength of it made me recoil all the same. I looked over at Lyrik who was grinning at me. I shrugged my shoulders and drank the liquid handed to me. It didn't even have a taste, much to my surprise, but it did feel warm as it went into my mouth and down my throat. Then it hit me, the foul taste so strong in my mouth that I shuddered. I could hear Lyrik chuckling at me before he to drank his, and took a drink of soda shortly after.

"See what I mean?" he said smugly. Not trying to seem not like a wuss, told him to pour me another one. Still smiling, he refilled the glass, and then his own. This time, I told myself to remember the soda. I drank the shot, then the soda. Expecting the worse, I braced for another wave of gross to overthrow me, but the soda apparently did help. I did five more shots before stopping, deciding that I've never had something this strong, so I should wait a bit before deciding if I wanted more or not. Lyrik didn't stop after my five, and instead did another three. I glanced at the bottle noticing that it was over half empty. It didn't seem like we drank the much with how tiny the glasses were.

I sat there for a bit, recounting everything that had happened today. It was like, my worst, and best day ever. It started out getting harassed by a drunk asshole, Jedk, and now I'm getting drunk with a reallllly cute guy. Weird how things work out. How do I know if I'm drunk anyways? All I've ever had was a glass of wine, and maybe a beer that I stole from the fridge. I always saw guys tripping over themselves on TV, what if... holy shit. everything feels like it's moving, hehe. I wanna move to the bed, that sounds wayyy comfier. Whoaaaa... standing up is really hard for some reason,

"Holy shit, this is weird" I said, not meaning to.

"Heheh. What's the matter? Never been drunk before?"

"Noooo, not really." I said truthfully. Then I moved, I mean stumbled, to the bed and fell backwards onto it. It felt so amazingly comfortable.

"Heyyyyyyy... don't fall asleep!" he said as I flopped backwards

"I dint plan on it." I said, trying to think straight... heh, this is fun. Lyrik got up too, and swayed on his feet as he tried to find his balance. He bent over and picked up the game controller, and then sat next to me. He unpaused the game, and started playing where I left off. Then I remembered that music was playing, and it sounded awesome as he played. Lyrik was just flying through the level, mowing down enemy soldiers faster than they could appear. It definitely seemed like he was really good at this game. I grabbed one of the sodas I forgot on the bed and started drinking it. Lyrik started laughing while he was playing the game; I just looked at him, not sure what he was laughing about.

"Man I REALLY shuldn't have had those last 3 shots haha." I chuckled with him, because I wished I did 3 less too. I looked back at the screen in time to see him reach the end point of the level. I watched as the cut scene played, and then it totaled his score for that level, bringing it to just over a million points.

"Hey dude, nice!" I said, turning towards him. He looked back at me, and gave this really drunk smile. I laughed, and he did too. As my laugh was dying off, I looked back at the TV, to notice that the next level had started, but his character wasn't moving. I turned to see if he was alright when I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders. Then, I felt his lips on mine.