Merry Christmas!! :)
Just something I wrote a few days ago. Not my best work, actually.
It's Christmas Eve. I don't know what time it is, but I just know that it's almost Christmas. It's December 24, 2012, and all the furs are out spending time with their families. They're all giving out their presents to each other, attending parties with their friends, and the like. Normally, I would do the same. But I can't. Instead, I'm right here, lying down on the bed, inside my own room. I can see that it's snowing outside my bedroom window. It's cold both outside and inside, which by the way is not helping my stupid fever. Could you believe it? Of all the days to get sick, my body chose to get sick on Christmas Eve. Some bad luck I have...
I suppose I should introduce myself first. Hi, my name's Zack. I'm a fourteen-year old arctic fox. I'm around 5"4 and my fur is mostly white, obviously. Right now, I'm wearing my pajamas, lying down on my bed, in my bedroom, during Christmas Eve, while everyone else is outside. Sigh...
So, you might be wondering where my family is, right? Well, mom and dad are out on a Christmas party. Joey and Lilia, my older brother and sister, are out Christmas caroling from house to house. And my eldest brother Brandon, well, I don't know where he is. But he's not here, that's for sure.
I know what you're thinking. 'Why aren't they here with you?' Well, they were supposed to be here. But, it just didn't feel right. You know, having them all here, inside the house, during Christmas Eve. They shouldn't be sad because of me. They should go out and be happy. So, I told them to go. They were hesitant at first. I mean, why would they leave their own son/brother on their own, especially when he's sick? But I told them I'll be fine. And I am, kind of.
My fever's gone down by a little bit; I took my medicine, ate my food and took plenty of rest. I should be better in a couple of hours, I hope...
So, what now? I'll just lie down here, I guess... There isn't much what I can do anyways. Just, lie down, and maybe sleep...
I slowly close my eyes, and drift off to sleep, when suddenly, I hear my bedroom door open slowly.
"Hey there, Zack? How's it going?" I hear a familiar voice.
"Brandon..." I whispered under my breath. I turn away from him and face the other way. I don't feel like talking...
"Hey buddy, feeling better yet?" he came closer and sat at the side of my bed. I felt him place his paw on my side. "Well, your fever's gone down a little. That's good..."
"Shouldn't you be out with the other guys?" I asked him.
"I didn't feel like hanging out with them. Even if it is Christmas..." he said. "I thought maybe I should stay here with you, and keep you company."
I turned to face him. "Really? It's not like you to do something like that."
"Heh, what's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing... it's nothing." I stay silent again.
Brandon doesn't say anything back. He places his paw back on my side and slowly starts rubbing me.
Oh, I may have forgotten to mention this. Other than my mom, I'm the only fox in the family. My dad and my other siblings are wolves, including Brandon.
"So, is there anything I can do to help?" he whispers to me.
I give Brandon a strange look. "Why're you being so nice to me?"
"What? It's Christmas."
"You've never been nice to me, even on Christmas. So why the sudden change of heart?"
"Can't a big brother be nice to his little brother without being asked so much?" he said, still rubbing my side. "And I don't like how you say that I've never been nice to you."
"Well it's kind of true. You're rarely nice to me, you know?"
"Okay, I admit it. Maybe I have been a jerk to you a lot. And I'm sorry, happy?"
"A little bit..."
He smiles and I smile back. Brandon continues to sit there and rub my side. It feels kind of weird him doing that. But, in a way, it kind of feels... nice. It's rare that he shows his affection towards me, as a brother.
The way his paw moves along my fur, it felt so good, so warm. Like, he actually does love me.
"Y-you can stop that now..." I tell him.
"Hm, why? Don't you like it?"
"I-I do. But, it feels... weird." I shake off his paw and turn away from him. "Please, I... I just want to sleep."
"Then sleep." He places his paw again on my side. "I'll be right here for you."
I guess there's no point in resisting. Still, it feels kind of nice getting touched by him like this.
I try to fall asleep again. But for some reason, I can't. It's too cold. I begin shivering under my blankets. Damn fever... I try my best not to let him know. I don't need him to worry about me even more.
"Zack, you're shivering. Are you cold?"
Aw damnit...
"N-no, I-I'm okay..."
That didn't help at all.
Before I could even say anything, Brandon climbs on to the bed and gets behind me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in for a hug.
"Are you warm now?" he whispers to my ear.
Yes, I am warm, thanks to him. "Stop, you're gonna sick too."
He shakes his head. "I don't care. I'm not letting go."
"Why are you doing this?" I whisper to him.
"Zack, you're my brother. I have to do this. I... I want to do this. I love you."
Those three words he just said almost killed me. He never said I love you to me. He would NEVER say I love you to me. He... just wouldn't.
"W-what?" I said in shock.
"I love you, Zack." He pulls me closer as he nuzzles on my neck. "I've always loved you..."
I blush as he cuddles me. Does he really mean that? "I... I love you too." I reluctantly say.
We both snuggle up to each other as I slowly drift off to sleep.
He loves me. Brandon... loves me. But, does he love me as a brother, or... something else?
I'm too tired and sick to think about it now. Maybe, tomorrow Christmas...