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I smiled, looking up at the same old school that I had been attending for the past seven or eight years of my life. Its old, faded red bricks were always in their straight, almost robotic pattern; the ancient windows were still amazingly intact to their frames, which held them. The buildings around the main part of the school looked just like the main one: ancient, faded, and of course ancient. Some of the other buildings did have their own little differences too, all of them had graffiti on them from some of the badasses that liked to roam around campus and just to vandalize everything in their sight, every design on the buildings were slightly different from the next. Sidewalks shot out from the main building of the school outward in all directions to all of the other buildings in the campus. The smallish building--the main building--was on a beautiful hillside that faced a lake at the bottom of the hill; not many furs went down there, but I loved to. I enjoyed watching the water ripple with every small gust of wind that passed over the campus; every once in a while I would be greeted by a (non-anthro) duck or two, besides that, I was normally alone there. Beside the pond was a football field that had the school's track running around it; everything was so close together in this small campus, it almost made me feel claustrophobic.

Today was the last day of school before summer break; just like everyone else, I was pumped and ready for summer. It was quite warm, so I decided to wear a pair of my long denim shorts--which some of my friends called my "kaprees" because they reach almost all the way down to my ankles--and a plain white tee-shirt to school today. Today's school day would only last about two or three hours; which meant only twenty minuet classes, the short classes made me more excited to just run into the building to start my day to get it over with.

Pursing my lips slightly, I turned around to be greeted by a red blur running wildly at me. I yipped loudly, but I suddenly realized who the red blur was; it was one of my friends, Tyrone. The fox was just like any other fox, his fur was mostly a reddish-orange color with white underbelly and muzzle; he also has black tipped ears and black "socks".

"Hey there Kyle, you fuckface!" Tyrone yelled playfully. The slightly smaller fox stood before me, panting and smiling at the same time. He was quite the playful fellow ever since we were little--I had known Tyrone for quite a long time, ever since my family moved into this town when I was just a little pup.

It seemed that Tyrone really didn't care about what he wore; today, he had on his favorite football jersey--Randy Moss--and a pair of jeans. The jeans had a few holes in the lower right leg, and marker was scribbled all over them from the girls that liked to scribble on the fox. Tyrone was a charmer; around females, he was a smooth talker and was easy to get along with.

"What's up dude?" I asked, giving him a high-five. "Last day of school,"

"Hell yeah!" we both yelled, giving each other another high-five. Now smiling a bit more, I turned from Tyrone and looked back up at the old building.

"Wow, I can't believe that we're going to the high school next year," I whispered, staring up at the big stone letters that stood on the front of the school; it read: "Reynolds Elementary and Intermediate Schools".

"Looks like someone's wearing his kaprees today," I heard a male's voice say, the voice was quite familiar. I glanced over to my left--where I heard the voice come from--and saw a tall, lithe husky leaning up against the building, glancing at Tyrone and I over his sunglasses. His black and white fur shimmered in the sunlight; it seemed like there were hundreds of little diamonds embedded into his skin. The husky was another one of my friends, Kevin; whom I thought might have a crush on me, but I wasn't too sure about it.

Within seconds of Kevin's first words, I found myself staring at him; just staring at his body.

Today, Kevin wore something that was quite similar to my attire, but instead of the extremely long "kaprees", he wore a pair of gray plad shorts with a plain white shirt.

Smiling, Kevin took off his sunglasses, showing off his intense, piercing, blue eyes. "Well, gunna say anything? Or are you just gunna stare at me?" Kevin asked jokingly.

"I...uh...sorry, thought I saw something behind you," I stammered, not actually knowing if I was either lying or not.

"Aww, somebody's in love," Tyrone cooed jokingly, punching me on the left shoulder. This might have been true, I thought that I might have been in love with Kevin; it felt wrong though, to be in love with another male.

"Go get yourself a boyfriend!" I growled playfully, shoving Tyrone back a bit, knowing that Kevin would have to break us up even though we were just fooling around. Giggling a bit, Tyrone tackled me onto the ground, making my yip again. As I plummeted to the ground below, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin giggling quietly at us. He was obviously blushing; the pink was evident through the white fur around his face.

I landed with a hard thud onto the cement below me; Tyrone landed on top of me a few milliseconds afterward--yet again making me yip. Still giggling, Tyrone started to grab at my hips--my hips were one of my many weak points, and if someone ever grabbed at one of my weak points, I would fall over on the ground, laughing.

"Ty...stop!" I yelped out over my giggles and yipps. "Ty! Please...stop! You're...stop!" I squirmed on the ground beneath Tyrone as he continued to playfully squeeze my hips.

Smiling a bit more, Kevin giggled and grabbed Tyrone by the scruff but didn't pull him off of me. Tyrone yipped a bit, still squeezing at my hips some more, showing no signs of letting go. Kevin snickered a bit, obviously enjoying watching me getting mauled by Tyrone--I too thought it was quite funny, which amazed me because I was the victim of the assault that Tyrone had bestowed onto me.

"Ty...let Kyle go, you're going to give him a heart attack or something," Kevin said, picking Tyrone off of me. "C'mon, leave the little runt alone, you know that he can't fend for himself," he joked.

I was always called the "runt" because I was the youngest of our little group--Kevin and Tyrone were both fourteen, and I would only turn fourteen in about six months.

I staggered up off of the ground, brushing some dirt off of my shirt, "Goddamit Tyrone, the hell was that for?" I asked, trying to make myself stop panting.

"Heh, you know you liked it," Tyrone swaggered, smirking a bit at me; Kevin snickered a bit from Tyrone's remark. My cheeks were burning red now; feeling a bit angry, I playfully shoved Tyrone, making him stumble backward into Kevin.

I felt that we all--Tyrone, Kevin, and I--have really changed over the years; we were still all wild, just like we were when we were young. Today was just a normal day for the three of us: playing, wrestling, and anything else that would entertain us; we normally didn't care if anyone stared at us when we were wrestling--we liked to wrestle in public, but we really didn't have any specific reasons as to why. Now, we were a bit more relaxed, laid back, and not as insane. Not as insane was an understatement; when we were young, we would normally talk to inanimate objects for fun, and now we would just play videogames or something of that sort for fun.

Kevin chuckled and pushed Tyrone out of his way; it was pretty obvious that he had enjoyed himself by watching Tyrone's assault on me. "You liked it," he whispered to me as passed my ear.

As Kevin walked away, I turned around and smiled, "Shove it," was all I said before turning back to Tyrone. The fox stood there, quietly snickering, his eyes glistening a bit from tears--sometimes, Tyrone would laugh so hard, that he would actually start to cry. It seemed like everything was hysterical to this fox, but nobody seemed to care about his taste in comedy.

A few vixens passed the snickering fox, they all did the same thing: roll their eyes and sighed--typical prisses. As the three vixens walked away, their almost-perfect hips swayed in unicent with their bushy tails, their sluttish-looking clothing looking like it would just slip off of their bodies. For any male fur, this sight would make them harder than a diamond in a blizzard, but something surprised me; my sheath didn't even stir at the sight of the three vixen's tight rumps, it confused me deeply. Maybe my tiredness was catching up with me--I was never much of a morning furson, myself--or I just didn't like the vixens.

Whilst watching the three strut away into the main building of the school, my mind raced with questions: Why was I not aroused? Is there something wrong with me? Am I...gay?

Suddenly, I felt someone tap my shoulder.

"Dude, it's time for class," I heard a faint voice say; it was Tyrone. "The bell just rang, c'mon homeroom is going to start without you."

Blinking a few times, I spun around to face Tyrone; I smiled and said, "Thanks Ty, I must've zoned out. See you at study hall then?"

Yeah, see you at study hall," the fox smiled and walked toward one of the other buildings that resided behind the main building--where I was headed. Tyrone spun around and started to walk backward; he raised his right paw and made the peace sign. "Peace!" he yelled.

"Out!" I finished, returning the peace sign to him. I waved to Tyrone and ran into the main building of the school. The interiors of the buildings were also identical; the same old gray marble tiles made up the floor, the ceilings were made up of what looked like Styrofoam, but it was somehow a lot more durable and it was colored a gross brown color. The walls were made up of white bricks that had a glossy, almost glassy feeling finish on them; the lockers were all a dull gray with bronze numbers on the top of them, and a built-in lock that was located midway down the locker and onto the left side. Each of the deep blue locks had the numbers from one to forty on them, and they were only opened with a three-number combination. All of the doors in the school--except for the front and back doors--were all made of the same material too, a deep caramel colored wood (when the front and back doors were made of some sort of metal and had a blue paint on it). The school reminded me of something fresh out of the fifties, which scared me a bit because my parents grew up in the fifties, and they might've even came to this very school when they were younger--my parents have lived in this town all their lives, ever since they were born.

Shaking my head--just to get rid of the bad thoughts of my parents coming to this school--I walked toward my homeroom; today, we wouldn't need anything for class, just ourselves.

The day went smoothly for me; in most of my classes, we (the whole class) just talked, listened to our iPods or MP3 players, or watched a movie that the teacher would put on for us. In music class, I got to beat on my teacher's drum set for a bit; surprisingly enough, I was good, and I had never played the drums before in my life. Study hall with Tyrone wasn't too bad either, just a bit boring. Tyrone and I talked about the most random things that period, we talked about: our plans for the summer, what movies that were out that we wanted to see, videogames, music, and we even talked a little about books--which was rare for Tyrone to speak about, I loved to read, but he despised reading. My final three classes worked out well also--I just listened to my iPod the whole time anyway. In my last class of the day, I got to be with Kevin, so we also talked about mostly all the same subjects that Tyrone and I spoke about; this time, however, we talked a little bit more about books--Kevin enjoyed books a little more than Tyrone did. The whole class I always caught myself staring into Kevin's intense, blue eyes...somehow, I just got lost in them and I had no way out. Maybe...just maybe I was falling in love with this husky...just maybe.

During the last agonizing minuets left of class, Kevin and I--along with the rest of the class--stood by the ancient door and stared up at the clock above it...just two measly minuets left in class. As I stood by the door, Kevin at my side, I was smiling deeply. Now, I was just too excited for the end of school to control myself; just as the clock ticked down to the last minuet of school, my left paw shot over to Kevin's right paw and grasped it. I didn't even notice, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin looking down at our now interlocked paws. He actually looked a bit surprised, but not shocked, and he didn't even let go of my paw, he just held my paw in his...almost like we were mates.

After what seemed like forever, the loud school bell rang, indicating the end of the day and the start of summer. Now completely ecstatic, I turned to Kevin and smiled, my paw still in his. I looked down and finally noticed that I was holding his paw; quickly, I pulled my paw out of Kevin's and stormed out of the classroom that we were confined in for the last twenty minuets. My cheeks were burning crimson, and I was completely embarrassed. As I nearly ran my way toward the front doors of the building, I felt someone grab my paw ever so lightly. I turned around to jerk my paw away from this furson; but I discovered that it was Kevin again; he was smiling a bit at me.

"K-Kevin?" I asked, "What are you doi-" Kevin gently pressed a finger onto my lips with his free paw to stop me.

"It's okay, I know what's going on here." He mused, smiling a bit more.

I pulled away from his paw. "What do you mean?" I asked, not quite knowing what I was getting myself into.

Kevin chuckled a bit, "You know...last period, when you know...kinda grabbed my paw."

My eyes widened in fear, but also in slight surprise. "Uhh...that, ummm...you see," I stammered.

Kevin's jaw tightened, and he grabbed my paw again; obviously he had something to say.

"You know, just forget it," I almost spat at Kevin, turning away from him. I tried to walk to the front doors, but I was restrained by Kevin's grip on my paw. "Kevin, please, let me go,"

Kevin's expression changed, instead of looking like he was excited about something, now his ears folded down and the husky had a glum look on his face.

"What?" I asked, turning all the way back to face Kevin.

"I thought you... you..." Kevin started.

"You thought that I what?" Now, my confusion was getting worse; what was wrong here?

Kevin took a deep breath--something quite rare for him, because he was always confident...never nervous--and looked into my eyes. "Look," he started, his voice now a bit more firm. "This isn't easy, but..."

I began worry, something might have been completely wrong with Kevin, I just didn't know what.

"I..." Kevin continued, "I'm in love," he finally said in what was almost a whisper.

Feeling a bit relieved, I smiled, "That's it? What's her name?" I inquired.

"That's where the problem lies," Kevin murmured, looking down at the floor. "I think that I'm in love with...you,"

"What?" I asked, almost stunned from what Kevin just told me. "Are you serious?" Kevin slowly shook his head in the positive gesture. Suddenly, a wave of mixed feelings crashed over me, I felt happy because someone actually loved me, I was confused because I just found out that Kevin loved me, and I was scared because what if Kevin was pulling a prank on me? I wanted to just run, but my legs wouldn't budge, like they were made of cement, but I wanted to stay with Kevin too...because, I think I was in love with Kevin too.

"Oh Kevin...I uh, think I love you too," I automatically replied, having no control over what I said. He smiled slightly and looked back up at me, it almost looked like he was going to cry. A tear actually slid down his cheek, but I reached up and softly whipped the tear away from the husky's cheek. Kevin smiled a bit more and wrapped his arms around my shoulders; he pulled me close into him and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I could hear his steady heartbeat; his slow, even breathing...it all was so perfect.

After a minuet or two of hugging Kevin, I pulled away, smiling a bit myself. "So...I guess that we're mates now?" I asked. Kevin shook his head, and I noticed that our paws had never lost contact with each other ever since Kevin grabbed it after I left my last class.

Kevin slowly shook his head again, "Yes, I guess that we're mates now," he agreed, "Well, we better go home or we'll be stuck here all summer."

I giggled a bit, "Yeah, I guess we should get out of here. The busses must've already left, so we can go to my place and my mom or dad can drive you home, or you could just hang out for a bit." I suggested.

"Yeah, I guess I could hang out at your place for a bit."

"Okay, sounds like a plan then," I mused. I started to walk toward the front doors of the building again, Kevin followed close behind, our paws still in contact with each other. As we walked out of the school building, my new mate released my paw and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close into his side. Giggling quietly, I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked down the road to my house--we had about two miles until we reached my house.

For once in my thirteen-and-a-half years of existence, I was truly happy.