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Chapter Three

I stood outside, watching my little, two and a half year old brother as he plucked grass from the front yard and tossed it over his shoulder. He was an adorable three-foot-something red fox with deep grey eyes and the cutest smile. Yeah, he's cute and he knows it, but he was still going through his terrible twos, so meltdowns and temper tantrums are common.

His little, orange fluffy tail swished behind him as some of the grass he threw ended up entangled in his fur. I stood behind him, far enough away so that his tail wasn't anywhere near my feet, or in range of the grass he was tossing. I was panting... I hate panting; the feeling of your mouth being completely covered in drool and your tongue hanging out all the time with saliva dripping off it everywhere was not a happy experience to me. Don't get me wrong, I think it's totally hot when I see cute canines panting, but I personally didn't like it.

Speaking of canine, the dinner I had over at Mrs. What's-Her-Name's house a few days ago was actually really nice. Sure, it kinda felt like an interview with her asking a lot of questions about me, but none of them were too personal and easy to cover up if I ever needed to.

I got to know about her and her 'husband' (who is facing trail for domestic abuse, (get this) drug abuse and attempt of public murder). Turns out her husband (Henry Albu-whatever) used to be in a street gang back in their late high school years when they met back in Mexico. At first, it seemed that the tiger wanted to change for young Mrs. Al, and for a surprising length of he was clean and sober. That was, until, his job started to get just a little too stressful, and thus he fell back into his old life. Soon, he got fired and blew the rest of his money on getting 'fixes', leaving Mrs. Al and Marcus to take care of bills and everything.

Not long after, he started abusing his wife and making her lie to Marcus when he asked (Marcus didn't live with Mrs. Al, but he had the suspicion that something was wrong whenever he visited) or he would kill the Marcus. It was like that for a while until one day, Marcus caught Henry in the middle of hurting Mrs. Al and jumped in to save her, but things didn't go so well and... well, we know the rest (when yours truly intervened).

After she told me that story, Marcus thought that the conversation was too gloomy and decided to change it to something less... heavy, which was fine with me. I don't always like talking about emotional stuff.

When I went home that day, no one even realized I was gone... well except for the dogs of course.

I yawned as Timothy (my youngest brother) moved on from tossing grass to chucking small rock as the grass. I was bored, but I had to be out here for a bit longer. I didn't want to be out here in the first place, but my great aunt made me take the little fox out, probably because she was tired of him and Madelyn (My five (or six, I don't really care enough to remember) year old cousin. Second cousin I think. She's my great aunt's granddaughter, I don't know her technical term, but, like I said, I don't really care) fight anymore. Madelyn was, to put it bluntly, a spoiled rotten brat with hardly any rules or guidelines to help her out. I personally can't stand her, but there's really nothing I can do. I just can't wait for her to go back to live with her mother.

"Hey Timmy," I said. The boy turned his ear in my direction, but didn't look at me otherwise. "You wanna go for a walk?"

That caught his attention. He looked at me with those big, beautiful grey eyes, his tail thumping on the ground behind him. "Yesh, yesh, let's go for walk!"

I didn't really want to go for a walk, but I didn't want to just stand there and burn in the sun. Sure, movement just makes you hotter, but if I stand here any longer, I'll burst in a ball of flames and die of boredom. "Okay then, go get your bike." I said and he went straight for the garage.

As soon as he was gone, movement caught my eye. "Hey!" a familiar masculine voice called.

I looked over to see Marcus making his way up the steep driveway. I smiled. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and baggy tan colored cargo shorts. Cute. "Hi there stranger. Here to bring me back to your mothers?" I asked, teasing him playfully.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Nawh, just figured I'd stop by and see how you were doin'."

I nodded, forcing my tongue back into my mouth and wiping the drool from the corners on my muzzle and drool. "Doing pretty good. About to take my little brother for a walk. Wanna come too?"

Marcus looked away and hummed, pretending to think about it, but I already knew he wanted to come by the way his tail wagged behind him. "Uuuuhhhh sure. Got nothing better to do, anyways."

Just then, Timothy came out pushing his trike from the handle in the back where I would be pushing him. He walked a few feet before he stopped when he saw Marcus. I couldn't blame him for being at least a little intimidated; Marcus was huge compared to a three foot two year old. "Tim-Tim, that's Marcus, can you say hi to him?"

Timothy's hands curled into his chest and his eyes didn't leave the amber eyes of the wolf. "... Hi ..." he squeaked quietly.

Marcus smiled and softened his eyes as he crouched down to the boy's level. He held his hand out, not quite in the hand-shake manner, rather, 'I'm not going to hurt you' manner. "Hey there buddy."

Timothy stepped up to the wolf's extended hand and craned his neck until his nose touched Marcus's pads. I heard him sniff a few times before he pulled his head back and his tail wagging behind him. He smiled and pointed to his trike. "I go for walk, I go for walk!" Timothy might not have had the best of English yet, but the other thing about his speech was that nearly everything he says, he repeats it over and over again until someone replies.

"Hope on." I said, and the little fox did. I took the waist-high handle that stemmed up from the back of the trike and began pushing him down the driveway with Marcus on my left.

~M~

I really don't know what I'm doing here; walking with Boe and his little brother. I don't think I should really be here right now, not with what has been going on with Debbie. I actually was just at her place right before I came here... I was supposed to go to my mother's house, and I was nearly there when I found myself walking up his driveway... God if I believed in magic, I'd swear he's got a spell over me.

... He does have a spell over me... doesn't he? I watched his tail swing back and forth as he walked in front of me before I realized that I was staring. Man, I can't be doing this; looking at another man's ass while I'm banging another one somewhere else. So why am I here right now? Damn it, I haven't been this twitterpated since high school. "You okay back there?" The arctic fox's light, tenor voice said, making my fur prickle and ears perk and tail wag. Fuck! Get yourself under control, Marcus! "You know, you can walk with us up hear. I promise I don't bite."

It sounded like a suggestion, the way he said it, but it felt like a command. I quickened my pace to walk side by side with him, but the space in between him and the road was narrow, leaving me not a lot of room and occasionally bumping his arm with my own. His fur was soft, plush, and felt like it held an electrical charge; every time I bumped into him, waves of warmth surged through and out my body... well... maybe not out.

I tried to casually shift my pants as something hard started getting harder. Damn! Damn damn damn damn damn! Am I really getting hard just from a bump on the arm? Fuck, even in high school I'd have to mess around before I could even get half erect, sex was an easy thing to come by back then (still is, if you know which crowd to hang around, but I'm not like that anymore).

"So you never told me what you're going to college for." Boe said, and I realized that the silence was dragging on for too long.

"Huh? Oh, yeah um, I'm going for law enforcement." I said, though it sounded weird in my own mind, considering my background.

"Oh really? That sounds cool! What kind?" He asked, looking over to me with his big, emerald, enchanting eyes.

"Uhh, just a cop... maybe work my way up." I forced a sigh. "W-what about you? What's your plans for the future?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I was interested in law enforcement (like yourself), then I was into astronomy, then phycology, then art, now I don't know what to do."

I looked over, half a crooked smile on my muzzle. "Wow, you sure do have a lot of interests, don't you?" I looked around, seeing cars passing by and unfamiliar houses on both sides. "Uh, where are we going?"

"Kmart," he said, half a chuckle behind his voice. "I need to get myself and Timothy here some new pants."

About a hundred or so feet in front of us was a plaza; a long chain building with several stores inhabiting it, somewhat like a mall, only you get from one place to the other through the outside. Kmart and GoodCents (the biggest of all the stores) were on the ends of the long building, with smaller stores in between (like Little Caesars, Rite Aid, and a bank).

We had to cross a few busy streets to get to Kmart's front doors, and the whole way neither one of us said anything (with the exception of Timothy, who was talking about anything they passed and Boe would just nod his head and hum in response). I felt kinda bad that I couldn't think of anything to talk with him about, but he didn't seem to mind the silence. He sure was a quiet fellow.

"How come your mum doesn't take you guys shopping?" I ask.

"She work's a lot, so I normally go out and get the kids some quick food like Dairy Queen if we're running low sometimes. Me or my grandmother, anyways." He said, going straight to the toddlers section.

"How many of you are there?"

"For me, eight. But it's just me, my younger sister and two younger brothers' in one house. The other's live either at their mom's, or with their boyfriends and kids." I watched as he pulled a pair of jeans off from a rack and motioned for Timothy to stand up off from his bike. He doesn't even have to say anything to give the younger boy a command.

"There are eight of you?" I ask. Damn, and I thought that two siblings were hard enough.

"Well, nine if you count my step sister, but yeah. The oldest is Kate, whose twenty-three (I think), then there's Aria, and she's twenty or twenty-one (or twenty-two, I'm not sure), and there's Amanda whose nineteen, me (and I'm seventeen, but you already knew that), Buck, he's seventeen too (or sixteen...) and May whose fifteen, then there's the step sister and I think she's twelve, but I haven't seen her in like, two or three years. Then there's Vince and he's eleven, then Timothy here is the youngest; two (and a half)."

By the time he was done listing names and ages, he had already grabbed two pairs of pants for Timothy and we were making our way over to the men's section, the names already starting to flood from my mind. "Wow, that's a lot of siblings. Are all of you arctic or red foxes?"

"No," he pulled a pair of small jeans that wouldn't fit me in my wildest dreams, yet seemed to look too bit for the skinny fox. "Vince and I are the only artic foxes of the family (minus my dad and nana, of course). Timothy, May and my mom are red foxes. Vince and I have red fox in us too (Vince more than me), but we take after my father. Kate, Aria, Amanda and Buck are 15-25% arctic fox and the rest of them are panther. And last, my step sister is half red fox, half ferret." He turned to me and held the jean's up to his waist. "What do you think of these?"

The jeans were light blue and torn around the thighs; practically screaming 'my kind of style'. "Cute," my mouth opened before I could stop it and my cheeks started to burn red. Get yourself under control!

Boe smiled. Damn, he's got a cute smile. "Thanks. Do you want anything? I have more than enough in my wallet."

I shoved my hands in my pockets reflexively. "Oh no thanks, I'm good."

"Alright, well I think I'm done here," He looked back to me and smiled again. "See, pretty fast right?"

~B~

Marcus walked me home, not really talking much, but asking a few "get to know you" questions in between the silence. I was naturally cautious to anyone who asked about my life, but this time, I answered everything without hesitation or pauses. I don't know why. Maybe it was his voice, or his eyes, or the way he looks away bashfully when our eyes meet. Wow, it's been quite a while since last another guy hit on me (or even appeared attracted to me). It was kinda... refreshing.

He seemed like a quiet (which I thanked mentally), polite, kinda shy, and defiantly handsome. He seemed like the ideal boyfriend material, which means that he's probably taken. Yeah, I know I just said that he's into me, but he could just be looking at the glory of my saving his mother and not actually me. That, and just because someone's taken doesn't mean that they can't at least look at other people. Even I'm not that stuck up.

"Hey Boe," he said when Timothy hopped off from his bike and went to play with a small plastic house in our back yard. I turned to him and leaned on the bike. "Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?"

I thought about it. What was tomorrow? God, all the days blur together. I think its Thursday tomorrow. Yeah, it had to be because my grandmother left for Wednesday church service tonight, which is why I'm watching Timothy in the first place. "Hmmm I don't think so. Why, what'd you have in mind?"

He chuckled and looked down, as if he hadn't expected to get this far. "Well, I was going to go see this movie with a friend of mine, but something came up at work and now she can't go but I still want to see the movie, and who likes to go to the movies alone?" he laughed nervously, God it was easy to make him squirm. All I have to do and stand there. "So would you like to go with me?"

"Sure," I said happily. I didn't know what the movie was and I didn't really care. I figured it'd be a good excuse to get out of the house for a while; with my great grandmother moving in, it's been hell on earth these past few days. "I'd love too. Want my number so you can let me know when to be ready by?"

That must have hit something; his ears perked and tail wagged, though, it looked like he was trying to contain himself. "Y-yeah, sure. That's be great!"