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Chapter 1: Her

Another day, another very lonely day. I sit alone, in a café, sipping my coffee, just like I do every morning. I sighed to the air; I feel so alone. I sit here everyday, by myself, with no one to talk to, no one to like, let alone love.

I'm Jacob. I'm an anthro fox from Germany, but moved to Canada around 2 years ago. Ever since I got here I was an outcast. I haven't had any friends, or any family to talk to really. I was in a foster home for about a year and a half thanks to the government, separating me from my parents. I loved my parents, and I never understood why I was separated to begin with. I made it a duty when I started learning about the law and how it worked to figure out why I was separated from my parents. Maybe if someone would talk to me, just listen for a bit; but no one will, ever.

I took a prolonged sip of my double-double, picked it up, and began to walk to school. It was only about 6:45 when I started walking, and the café was only about ten minutes away from the school. You could say I like to be an early bird, but this was only to avoid all the people before I was forced to take the insults or stares of my everyday life.

The sunrise glistening against my orange and white fur, as I walked down the street. Once again sighing into my coffee, I took another sip. The only thing that kept me awake in this world is coffee. I flicked my lip piercing a bit, just for the sensation, and then I concentrated back at the task at hand, getting to the prison cell known as school. Don't get me wrong, I love school; I'm just saying what it is; a way to control the general population so we're not complete and total retards.

I thought about my life so far as I pushed the button to cross the road. No cars were there; it was way too early for people to be driving. But I had nothing better to do right now, why not wait instead of breaking the law? I wondered what steps it took to change the symbol on a traffic light switcher thing, and before I could even think of an answer, it changed.

I began to walk forward across the street, still wondering how the light changes, when I realize I forgot something at the café. Cursing my self I turned around, only to see I needed to wait for that stupid traffic sign to change again. I took another and last sip of my coffee, and enjoyed every drop of the sweet nectar. Well I thought at least I can refill my coffee. I always looked for the bright side of things, even if there wasn't any. I'm a happy, fox, loner, and not very proud of it.

As the traffic light changed again, and I made my way across the street, I thought about what might happen at the coffee shop. Would anyone notice that my stuff was there? I wondered would anyone care.

I tried not to concentrate on the fact that I needed my bag, and tried to concentrate what I might have to say to people you know, stuff like, have you seen my bag? Did I even leave it here? Hello; simple, yet complex stuff in my mind.

Once again I tried not to think about what I had to do when I got there, just about getting there. I thought about the cool morning breeze against my fur, the glorious view of the sunrise everywhere I looked. I took in a deep breath, and sucked in the moment for all it was worth. I made it halfway to the café when the feeling came over me; the feeling of cold rush through my system.

This cold feeling comes over me every time I realize I have to talk to someone eventually. Whether it's in a presentation in school, or even talking to my own parents, the same coldness ran through my entire body, I guess it is just from the nervousness of the whole situation of talking. What if I screw up? What if I sound stupid? What if I make a bad impression? All these thoughts ran through my head when I thought about even seeing if I need talking to anyone.

I continued down the street, watching my feet, one after the other move side by side; just trying not to look at anyone on the street, hoping they wouldn't recognize me. I saw a few wolves, skunks, and other various anthros that went to my school. I knew everyone there; I just didn't talk to anyone, mainly because they don't talk to me. I don't know why I'm so unsocial all the time. Maybe it's from my childhood, maybe it's from an experience that I don't remember, whatever it was I needed to know and I needed to know quick.

I continued to walk down the street, still staring at my feet, trying not to make eye contact with anyone that would happen to be walking by. Heaven forbid anyone would recognize me, or even say anything. I just kept my head low, and hoped that no one cared.

I made around the corner to the street where the café was, that feeling in my gut getting harder and harder to ignore. It's only this one time you have to finally ask a question to a complete stranger, you'll bounce back, just calm down. I thought about the other people that would be in the café, what would they think if a random fox just so happens to pick up a bag at the back of the store? Would they even care? Would they even want to care? Questions continued to cloud my head, and soon I was scratching my own ear to keep me calm. Oh do I wish someone else could do that for me, I would be forever grateful.

But what was the point of even thinking about having a mate of any sort wanting, willing to talk to me? I knew it wouldn't happen if I didn't get over this phobia of mine. Why was it so easy for everyone else, yet not for me? Why couldn't I have a normal life like everyone else? The scratching became quicker and quicker as I thought about my life, and what I could do; all of this in the course of walking down the street for a few minutes.

I finally made it to the front door of the café. I tried taking deep breaths while continuing to scratch my ear, telling myself that it was no big deal, that I would just walk in, and get my bag, and leave. After a few more calming breaths I walked in. I exhaled in a sigh of relief as still no one was in the café. I looked over to the table I was sitting at, only to see the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

She was a pantheress, jet-black fur all over her body. She was wearing the uniform striped shirt for the café, which hugged her luxurious curves very well, and a pair of jeans that hugged her hips even better. I couldn't help myself but stare, thinking to myself how could I have never noticed you?

None the less, I went over to the table to grab my bag, only to see her rummaging through my bag. But a vixen with such beauty as herself, I didn't mind seeing her go through my stuff. After a few seconds of watching I decided that enough was enough and I tapped her lightly on the shoulder, that cold feeling rushing all over me when I noticed she had turned around.

"Oh...um...sorry to interrupt miss, but that's my bag."

"Oh! Sorry about that! I was trying to figure out who's it was. Really sorry about that, here you go."

She handed me the bag, and I sort of snatched it out of her hands. I didn't mean to be rude, but I was sure someone like her didn't want to talk to a boring old fox like myself.

"Thanks for keeping it safe. Well, I better get going, see ya around."

I made my way towards the door, expecting no reply from the vixen when, unexpectedly, the strangest thing happened.

"Hey, before you go I gotta ask you somethin'"

Oh god what did I do wrong? What did I say? Did I make a wrong impression? I had no idea what I did but I thought it had to be the worst thing imaginable.

"Yeah?"

"What's your name?"

Did she just say that? Did she actually want to know more about me, or anything for that matter? I had a chance to finally talk to someone that actually wanted to hear me say something. I couldn't help but have a huge smile on my muzzle.

"Jacob, Jacob Schwartz, and yourself miss...?

"Sarah, Sarah O'Conner, pleasure to meet you Jacob."

She extended her paw, and I extended mine. We shook hands for a little while to meet each other, to which I took an opportunity to look at those beautiful eyes of hers. Golden, and shimmering off the lights in the room; I couldn't help but stare at them. How could one be born with such beautiful eyes? It seemed so impossible to me.

But soon I realized that I should stop shaking hands with this gorgeous being, before I made a wrong impression on her. This was the one person in my entire life that I wanted to actually have some sort of friendship with me.

"Anyways, I better get goin'." I gestured to the door.

"Ok, well, I work the morning shift here so if you're ever here again, I'll be here at around 5 to about 10, if you ever wanna talk, just ask for me at the counter. See ya around Jake."

My mind drew a blank. She said good-bye you idiot, you might want to say it back! I just froze there. Did she actually want to talk to me? Did she actually want to, be around me? I couldn't help but smile deeply, and have this warm feeling in my gut that I have haven't had for years...a feeling of friendship.

I shook my head from side-to-side for a while, trying to get my head back to the state of mind it was suppose to be in, then I finally manage to slip the words out of my muzzle "See ya later Sarah." I raised my paw and walked out the door of the café after what seemed like an eternity of standing there, thinking of how this perfect being could even want to talk to an out of this world fur like me.

I couldn't help but to continue to smile on my way to school. She seemed like such a perfect soul, such a perfect fur I wished to only meet let alone talk to! She could be the opening to civilization for me. She could be the gateway to my life! Don't get ahead of yourself; she could just be trying to be nice. I didn't care if she was; I just hoped if she was, she could pretend for a little while longer.

Chapter 2: The Beginning Of It

I walked down the same sidewalk I used to get to the café, thinking about the pantheress. Her elegant black fur, her golden eyes, her uniform, and, overall her. My mind could not escape her, it just kept on coming back again and again, and eventually I surrendered to the thoughts and let them course through my head.

Did she actually want to know my name? Was she just being polite? Did she really want to talk to a fur like me? These thoughts raced through my head as I walked even faster than before down the sidewalk. I couldn't decide if some actually wanted to talk to me for once, or she was just talking to me for the sake of it, to make herself feel better, to put me down even further into the hole known as my life.

I continued to walk towards the school using the same route I used last time. All my mind could think about was the incident in the café. I kept on thinking about Sarah, did she really want the friendship of a fox like me? Did she know what she was getting herself into? I just kept on walking until I once again reached the traffic light and I pushed the button.

I stood there, in the frigid temperatures of winter, just wondering if everything that just happened was real, it couldn't have been real; it was a dream. I fell asleep on the café table, woke up and walked out. I continued to lie to myself, trying to keep the thought out of the possibility that I might gain a friend for the first time in my life since moving to this country.

After an eternity of thinking about the situation I was in, the light finally changed and I crossed the street. Paws reaching into my pockets to shield them from the harsh, frigid temperatures of a Canadian winter; a shame that I couldn't do the same for my face.

Still, I continued down the street, knowing that the school was not too far off. I still wasn't looking forward to going there, hell the only reason I go there is to talk to all the teachers, The teachers seem to take a liking to me; I guess it's because of my high marks, excellent attendance, and other such things, but maybe it's because I actually talk to them. My English teacher, Mrs. White, a white rabbit, seems to be the one I talk to the most.

With her defined figure, her long, black hair, and perfectly white fur, she looks like someone that would make any man proud. She's also one of the kindest individuals I know. She has always gone out of her way to help me, and I really appreciate it.

I continued to walk in the frigid temperatures, my paws stayed nice and toasty in my pockets, but my face felt it could fall off at any minute. I knew I should have brought a hat, scarf, something to protect it. My poor muzzle felt like it was frozen shut, and my nose felt the same.

Soon enough, and thank the goddess, the school was in my sight. I knew after a couple more minutes of walking, I would have the warm, heated comfort of a school all to myself. When I say to myself, I truly mean it! The only ones here at this time are the janitors, some of the teachers, and me, the lonely, miserable fox with nothing better to do.

Immediately I walked towards the left end of the school. All the walls were painted this bland, yellowish colour. I guess they went with the cheapest colour they could find, but couldn't they have at least picked a happy colour? Anyways, I continued down the hallway to my locker. My locker is right in front of the library, because it goes by the class you have first period, and since I had a spare that period, and the school always expects kids to go into the library during spares, which I do. I usually just read about law, and old newspaper sections to see if I can find stuff on my parents.

I began to turn the dial on the front of my lock, looking around to see if anyone was around. I hoped I saw Mrs. White soon, I'm sure she would want to know what has happened so far today. After a few seconds of turning a heard a click from my lock. My lock was special in it's own right; it was a yin-yang symbol, which basically summarized my beliefs in life. I believe that everything has a good and a bad side to it, and both of them eventually balance out.

After removing my lock, I opened my locker door to find exactly what I have left in there the day before. Everything was still accounted for, and after last year when all my stuff was stolen, I was relieved to see that it was all still in tact. I picked up my books, locked my locker once again and headed upstairs, straight to the English rooms.

I'm not obsessed with Mrs. White, but she is truly the only friend I have, so I always want to talk to her. Luckily, she's just like me, she gets here a lot earlier than everyone else. Sometimes she even gets here before me! Not that I mind, it only means that I get more time to talk with her, which is truly needed for me. Without her, I would have no idea who I would tell everything to. What's going on in my life, how I'm feeling, what I'm having trouble with, etc. I'd probably be at a complete loss and a complete social outcast.

After a few seconds of walking up the stairs to the English hallway, I opened the door and took a deep breath and looked around the corner. A sigh of relief escaped my muzzle, as I saw her classroom door was opened. I needed to tell her everything that was going on before my head exploded from confusion.

I walked in to find a little white bunny behind her desk. God, she truly was a wonderful person. I couldn't even begin to repay her for all that she has done for me over my years in Canada. From her black blouse and pants to her glasses placed ever so delicately on the top of her nose, she was quite appealing to the eyes, even if she was in her 40's.

Hearing the tapping of my shoes on her floor with her long, glorious ears, she turned her head in my direction. Her sea blue eyes making contact with mine, and a beautiful smile gracing my presence.

"Why Jacob, a pleasant surprise seeing you here this late, you're usually here right when I get here." I visited her quite a bit, so I guess I developed a pattern of timing. "Anything happen on the way?"

I could have lied. I could have easily said that they were slow making my coffee today, or my mom stalled me in the morning or some other lame excuse like that, but how could I lie to such a wonderful person? She was like a second mother to me (well third I suppose), how could I possibly lie to her. Rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment, I struggled to tell her.

"Well...actually...it's something that happened at the café that slowed me down a bit. Not that I mind, but it slowed me down by a few minutes."

Mrs. White giggled at my response. Like any parent she could see when something was either bugging me, or making me excited. "What happened at the café dearie?" She said while going through papers on her desk, looking like she was searching for something.

"Well, I forgot my bag at the café, so I went back to get it, only to find this panthress looking through it. We, oddly enough, talked for a bit, and I don't know what it is, but I haven't stopped thinking about her all day."

She giggled again "Sounds like you're in love dearie. That cute first sight kind of love too. How adorable!" She squeaked in a fit of overwhelming cuteness (I think) and gave me a loving hug, soon releasing it "Our little Jacob is growing up!" Once again, giggling at her own joke she sat back into her chair. I shyly released a chuckle out of the corner of my muzzle; it was the truth after all, this was the first fur I have ever been really and truly attracted to since coming to Canada.

"But I'm not quite sure what to do about it though, miss. I'm thinkin' she was just having a conversation with me for the sake of having a conversation, not because she actually wanted to talk to me."

She nodded her head, seeming to be thinking about what I just said. "That could be true dearie, but, then again, she was going through your stuff. Maybe she actually wanted to truly see the kind, gentle fox I know you are on the inside. Maybe she actually wanted to get to know you better dearie, you don't always have to look on the downside of things you know. Have a bit of trust in people, and maybe, they'll have trust in you." Poking her finger into my somewhat built chest at her last statement.

Maybe she was right. I could have given many people chances to be a friend of mine, but I always seemed to give everyone the cold shoulder. After what I have been through though, was it even possible to be the kind, gentle fox that Mrs. White knows me for outside the walls of her classroom?

"Could be Miss, could be. Sigh Even if she did want to talk to me, I don't see how going through my stuff would help, all I got in here is my books, my pencil case, and..."

As I stared at it's blank cover I saw my rough notes for my research have been there. All my findings on how my parents could have possibly been taken away from me, how I might have a chance to finally seem them there. Also, to the left, under the cluttered mess known as my books, was my sketchbook. I had a habit of drawing when I finished all my work, as Mrs. White already knew, but the things I drew came straight from my heart and soul, what I wanted my life to be like.

I gasped as I looked at the books. She knows...she knows all I have tried to hide...and who I truly am. My breathing became heavy, my cold feeling inside turning to an ice blast all the way through my body. She could want to help you. Why would she help me? Look at me! She must have gotten confused. Maybe she thinks I'm one of the "special" kids at our school. Maybe she just thinks I'm a freak from everything I have written, or drew, down. Or maybe, she'll be the first to actually care about your parents.

"Miss, I gotta go, I'll explain it to you when I can. Sorry if I'm late!" Watching my footing as I went, I ran back to the café. Hopefully she was still on her shift; I would hate to have to wait till the next day to see what she saw. I prayed under my breath; I prayed that she would be the first one to help me, and not to think I was kidding, or just straight up laugh at me.

All the pain, all the sorrow I went through to try and find out about my parents, and I get laughs as comfort. The reason I never talk to anyone is because they clearly didn't want to talk to me when they were laughing at me, so why would I? Tears began to form in my eyes. She could be the one to save me. I ran through anything and everything I had to to get to the café sooner.

Even though, as I walked through the door of the café, my paws were frozen, my muzzle felt like it was going to fall off, and my heart felt like it was going to explode; everything became warm again when I saw her beautiful face. Thank god she was there, now it was time to get straight to the point.

I knocked on the employee's door, and soon enough the gorgeous black panther came out, with a somewhat surprised look on her face.

"Jake? Didn't expect you back here so soon. Are you all right? Your face looks all dried up..."

"Sarah," I panted, "I need...to talk to you...ASAP."

"Well, how about you take a seat first, hmm? You look like you're gunna pass out."

"Ran...all the way...here" I sat at the table next to the employee's door. The seat was just as cold as I imagined, but it was the least of my worries right now. Now that my paws were all warmed up along with the rest of my body, it was time to make my tail cold anyway.

"It's okay. Take a breath, and tell me why you came back? I thought you like being the early bird and such."

"Well, I had to know, when you went through my bag, did you look at anything, anything at all?"

"If I did anything to invade your privacy, I'm really, truly sorry." I've seen people lie before. Hell, they do it to me all the time! But the look on her face when she said that, just the look, told me she really meant what she was saying. I couldn't help but smile.

"No, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to know if you looked at anything. I won't be offended, don't worry."

"Actually, I did open up this black and white covered book. It didn't have a title so; I had to look inside it. I saw these sketches, or drawings, whatever you want to call them. They were just so beautiful. Did you draw them yourself?"

My face turned crimson. Somebody, not only wanted to talk to me, but they liked my work? How could today get any better? "Yeah, it's just a hobby of mine..." I looked at my wristwatch "Shit! Sorry, I gotta get going. You're working tomorrow, right?" She nodded "Okay, meet me right here at about 6 okay? I'll see ya later!" I ran out the door. I only had about five minutes to get back to my seat in Mrs. White's room. Normally in this type of situation, I would be freaking out, running as fast as possible, with a desperate look on my face, not today. Today, nothing was going to make me stop smiling, nothing.

Chapter 3: History is Doomed to Repeat Itself

With a sigh of relief, I plumped back into my chair with a minute left to spare. My muzzle, paws, anything and everything were freezing. It was worth that sacrifice to see Sarah again. My smile still not rubbed off my face.

Mrs. White began the class shortly after. I took my sketchbook out right away. Sarah was in my mind; I couldn't concentrate on anyone or anything else. Taking my pencil to the paper I began to draw, her face soon being the target of my drawing.

Mrs. White ranted on about adjectives and grammar and such, but I never had the will power to listen. Her eyes, there are just so beautiful. Their golden hue could light up a room. She was just the perfect woman in my eyes, not only in looks, but also in soul. She gave me a chance to present myself, to become friends, a chance no one has given me since I moved to this country.

The swift movements of the pencil on the paper soon brought about better features of her face. My smile got broader the further along I drew. I wish she were here right now, to talk to me, to let me explain about the sketches, and tell her all about my life.

Periods went by in seconds, the whole day soon coming to a close, the smile on my muzzle bigger and better than ever. Every now and then I got some wanna-be tough fur ask me if they could take the dumb smile off my face. I just walked on by, the happiest song on my IPod blaring in my ears to block those jackasses out.

After receiving my coat from my locker, I headed out towards the front door, the weather just as cold as ever. I turned left to make my way back home, luckily for me, no one was there to actually try to wipe the smile right off my face.

A few more minutes of walking and I made it to the big white house at the corner known as my home. The smile on my muzzle, still there from the café, growing a little bigger, knowing that I would b e in a heated building soon.

Opening the door, I was greeted with open arms by my wolf foster parents. I'm guessing that whoever took my parents away wanted me to have a good home after, since they left me a letter on my kitchen counter with an address to an orphanage. After just a couple weeks of staying there, the loving wolf family that I live with now walked in. They wanted to continue the German trend in their family, but also wanted to have the closest thing they could get to a wolf. Luckily for me, that was I. The Lichthammer family had treated me great since my arrival here, and I love them just as much as I loved my real parents.

After the hug I got from my mother at the front door, she offered me a mug of hot, freshly made, coffee. I gladly accepted and went straight to my room after, taking my sketchbook out of my bag. Sarah still intoxicated all my thoughts, anything I did I saw her in my mind. Even went I looked down into the tasty liquid in my mug, I saw her wonderful eyes.

I worked long and hard on the sketch. I wanted to make sure that when I looked at it, it was like looking into her beautiful eyes all over again.

Soon, it reached the late hours of the night, my sketch was finally complete, and I was completely satisfied by how it turned out. My eyes felt heavy, as they always did when I stayed up al lot longer than I should have. Raising the covers over my bed and lying myself into it, I soon was asleep, the smile still perfectly placed on my muzzle.

***

I woke up, still to find the smile on my muzzle. I finally get to see Sarah again. It seemed all too long since I looked into her golden eyes. I quickly slipped into the shower, and then into some fresh new clothes. I wanted to make sure I looked good for the occasion. I wore my favourite long sleeve shirt, with a Black Mesa symbol in the middle, and a pair of comfortable jeans, and of course, my lip piercing to go along with all of this.

I ran downstairs at a speed only a kid on Christmas Day could match. Loud, thudding sounds coming from each step. I turned the corner only to find my mother staring at me. I knew I should have just walked. "Where are you off to?" she asked.

"I'm going to the café near the school, like I do every school day."

She giggled "But dear, it's not a school day. It's Saturday, I'm surprised you didn't sleep in at all today, you were up till 3 in the morning last night after all."

I blushed "I'm meeting someone at the café Mom."

She gasped "Really? Who might this be?"

"Sarah."

"Hmm, so it's a date then, well I'm not gunna stop you, but remember to put on your jacket. I don't need to have a popcicle for a son."

"Yes, Mom, I will put it on, don't worry. I'll come back as soon as I'm done."

"Have a good time dear."

I have always loved my foster parents. They were so reasonable in the times I needed them to be, which is what I love about them. Throwing my coat on, I walked out the door and toward the café. Most furs that were out this early were just walking their dogs, or getting ready for work, I did notice a black van sitting outside our house though, but I thought nothing of it.

Slowly but surely, I made it to the café, my hands just as frozen as they always were in this climate. Blowing on my hands I looked over at the table, only to see a truly magnificent sight. I thought Sarah was beautiful in uniform, but when I saw her sitting at the table, the definition of beauty was forever changed for me. What she was wearing was so simple, yet looked so marvellous. She was wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans. The sweater hugged her already beautiful features very well, and I couldn't help but have a wider smile on my muzzle as I saw her, as did she. Was she really happy to see me? Was she just as anticipated as I was? I walked over to the table, I knew spark of confidence in my step.

I sat down at the table and continued to have a wide smile on my muzzle "Hey. You look...*cough*...great today."

She giggled, "As do you. Now where were we yesterday?"

"Uhh...oh yeah! The sketchbook! Did you really like what was in it? I mean truly?"

She giggled again, "Yes, all those pictures of couples, cuddling, kissing and the liking, told me a lot about you."

That cold feeling invaded my stomach again, "It did?"

"Yes. It told me that you're really a very romantic guy. You must be! After all, all those drawings had one thing in common, they all showed love. You seem very interested in the subject." She winked

My blush that had already developed from the beginning of the conversation intensified, "I see people on the street, in school, and even in my own house doing stuff like this and I think, why can't I have that feeling?"

"So, a hopeless romantic are we?"

My smile soon faded away, not because of her, but because of the memories that continued to pop in my head before the day I met her. "Yeah, let's just say I'm not the most liked guy in the school, or anywhere else for that matter."

"How could that be true?" She said in shock, I also felt a bit shocked myself when she said that, "Even though we just met, you're probably one of the nicest looking, and probably the most caring individuals I met. When I was looking through your bag, I expected you to freak out about me looking through your stuff, as I thought anyone would be, but you practically asked me to stop looking through it, as if it would be rude to have wondered why I was in the first place."

"Well, I guess that's true. Hey, is it okay if I tell you something? It's a bit personal so, if you think it's stupid, that's kid of why."

"I would never think anything like that, what's up?"

"Well," I took a deep breath and let it out, "I never told anyone about this, but when I immigrated over here about two years ago, I moved into this little suburban place. I went outside to go walk around, on a day like today, all cold and such, just to see where everything was. When I got back home my..." I coughed. I could feel a tear forming in my eye. I couldn't cry now, not in front of her."...My parents were gone, and there was a letter left on the kitchen counter with an address to an orphanage and 20 bucks. I used the money to get a taxi to the orphanage, and after a couple weeks of staying there, my new parents adopted me. I was still young enough back then to be adopted, I guess who ever took my parents knew that. Over the past year or so, I have been looking through every law book, every textbook that had anything to do with this stuff, and I still don't know how or why my parents were taken. I know it sounds stupid, a lot of kids have gone through a lot worse and they still manage to talk to people and such, but after that day, I haven't talked to anyone besides you, Mrs. White, and my foster parents."

She had a look on her face that could never be match. She was almost in tears herself. In a whimper she responded, "I'm so sorry, I could have never imagined that could happen to someone, especially someone as nice as you."

"Don't feel sorry, you did nothing wrong. Hell, you're the main reason I haven't completely given up yet," I took my paw and gently lifted up her chin, "Here, I made this for you"

I reached into the bag I brought along, took out the sketchbook, and flipped to the page. Her portrait seemed to stand out even more that she was looking at it. Even though she still had a tear in her eye, a glorious smile swept across her muzzle. She asked "How long did you work on this?"

"I stayed up all night, well mostly, and I was only doing this in school. I couldn't get my mind off you; it felt like I had to draw this, just to see your face again. Here, take it, I made it for you. If you really like all my drawing you can have the whole book if you want I got a whole other book at..."

I never got to finish the sentence; her muzzle contacting mine interrupted it. I was waiting for this moment for far too long in seemed. Our tongues invading one an others, our saliva transferring from mouth to mouth, and I couldn't be happier. Her rough, feline tongue rubbing against mine sending sparks of pleasure all over my mouth; I couldn't possibly think of a better way to phrase it, besides magical. My mind was racing, wondering how the hell this happened, and wondering how lu8ck I was to be in this situation. Looking deep into her golden eyes once more, my heart, my mind, my soul flew with new wings of confidence. Putting my paw in behind her neck, I brought her in as close as I possibly could. I wanted this moment to last, for all that it was worth, it was too wonderful to end.

Sadly thought we eventually spilt the kiss apart, a string of saliva connecting our mouths, but soon disappearing from view.

"I know it's only been a day or two Jake, but I really do believe that you love me, and I think I'm starting to love you too."

"I never thought I would see the day that I actually was loved. Thank you so much Sarah, thank you." I gave her a light kiss on the lips and got up, I looked at the clock, to only see that an hour had already gone by "I unfortunately gotta get going." I quickly wrote down some numbers on a napkin with the pencil that was in my sketchbook, "If you ever want to hang out, or talk, or anything really, just phone this. I don't have a cell phone unfortunately, but I'm home all the time anyways."

"Okay, thanks Jake, I'll make sure to phone you as soon as I can."

I waved as I walked out the door. My life was now officially perfect! I finally had a friend, not only a friend, but a woman that loves me for who I am. My smile quickly returned to my muzzle as I began to walk towards the white house on the corner. I put my any in the lock and turned, and yelled out to my parents, only to not get a reply. My mind wandered around the possibilities, I ran all around the house to see where they were. I walked in to the kitchen only to see a letter in beige envelope and a 20-dollar bill, sitting beside it, tears immediately flowing out of my eyes.

"Not again..."

To Be Continued...