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This is part two and three of "The Start of Something New." I hope you enjoy! All of this was written by me, all by myself, so please don't try to claim it or any of that funny stuff. You want to use my characters as ideas? Go ahead, just please post somewhere that you're going to do so.

• * * I glanced up at the buzzing phone, a little irritated. Who in the hell would be calling me so late? The number on the display was one I vaguely recognized, but I wasn't sure where I'd seen it before. Names dashed through my head, but I was still unable to figure out who it was. Then I remembered giving Marky my number. My face turned red and I got nervous butterflies in my stomach. It took me a few seconds to reach for the phone, and I dropped it twice. It stopped ringing and instantly started again. I groaned, picking it up and flipping it open. "Hello?" said a female voice on the other end of the phone, "HELLO??" I racked my brain for a name that fit with the voice. "Why am I so bad at remembering names?" my inner voice groaned. "Hello? Who is this?" my outer voice said into the phone. A huff was heard through the ear piece and I sighed, knowing exactly who it was. "Gina...?" I said at the exact moment that she practically yelled the name. "Yes, Gina!" she shouted, as usual, into the phone, making me cringe. "Here I am, going out of my way to call you and ask you about the dance, and what do you do? You forget my name. I can't believe you!" "Gina... I didn't forget your name." "Like hell." She scoffed. After a moment, she asked how the dance went again, in a nice, normal tone of voice, meaning she was trying to not be interested. I should tell you a bit about Gina. With red fur and red eyes, the vixen looked mean as hell, in the most beautiful way you'd ever see. She was a bit on the heavy side, but that just made her curves stick out more. I couldn't imagine her as a stick-thin girl. Some people just look better with a little meat on their bones, you know? She had short, red, spiky headfur that was always in beautifully perfect disarray. Her attitude matched her body: Big, in all the right ways. She was often heard across the gym when playing basketball and had the biggest heart. She was afraid to show it, and usually made herself seem tough. When she had her breakdowns, she always went into the private teacher's bathroom and dragged me with her. She could get boys wrapped around her finger in minutes, and loved telling me about it, giving me tips and making me wish I was her. I told her about the dance, leaving out the crying part but managing to tell her I felt completely out of place. She "mmhmmed" and "awhed" in all the right places, until I told her about Marky. "Wait..." she said, her ditsyness showing through a bit, "Marky is gay?" "That's what I've heard," I replied, frowning slightly, "But... I don't get it. If he was gay, why did he get so turned on?" Gina was quiet for a second. I could almost hear he gears turning inside her head. "He asked to text you?" she asked, her voice getting louder. "Yup. Followed me out the door and asked me. I was like, ‘what the hell, go ahead.' And he said he would." I told her, elaborating again. "You would never do that." She called me out before continuing, "I think you have a bicurious wolf on your hands, Jade. Careful, hun. Don't get too attached." We talked for a few more minutes before I told her I was dead tired, which was true. Dancing and grinding made my legs hurt, and the emotional rollercoaster I was on wasn't helping me. I climbed into bed, hoping my thoughts didn't interfere with sleep. They did, however, and I was stuck laying in bed, thinking about the wolf until the early hours of the morning, when I snuck online. I opened up my furspace, hoping to god that Hayden or Ace was online. The two were my best friends from my old town, and I needed to talk to one of them so badly. I clicked around until I got to Ace's profile. No luck, the otter was offline for the night. It wasn't all that surprising. Hayden, however, was online and in the chat. I quickly logged on and told him about the dance. Jade_limins â€" I don't know what to do, Hayden. He's damn cute and a fabulous dancer, but the dude's gay! I shouldn't even be thinking about this, should I? =( Hayden_marns â€" Hun, honestly, when I realized I was gay I was as confused as fuck. I'm sure this Mark kid went through the same thing. I doubt he'll want to go through it again. Jade_limins â€" But... he's cute! Hayden_marns â€" So am I, but you never dated me. =P Jade_limins â€" yes I did... >.> Hayden_marns â€" Okay, so you did. But that doesn't mean I liked it. Jade_limins â€" Gee, thanks. You're a great help. Now I'm confused and hurt by my best friend. Hayden_marns â€" No problem, Jade. Lol. But seriously, don't turn your back on the guy if you like him, but don't get too close. He seems nice enough. I would say that I want to meet him, but you're a while state away and I don't have the money. Lol. Jade_limins â€" I hate this already. I miss you guys. But you've made me feel so much better, Hayden. My eyes are drooping and my legs hurt. I'm gonna turn in for the night. With that, I signed off and went to sleep, easily and quickly. I woke up at around noon the next day. My legs still ached and my head felt like it was full of cotton or something. I went downstairs to get breakfast, and my mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. She looked like she was lost in thought until I got to the last step, when she jumped as if she wasn't expecting me. Her tan and grey fur was sticking up all over the place and she looked as if she hadn't slept in days. "Get ready to go," she commanded, sounding far off. "Mmmph," I grumbled, "Go where? I just woke up!" "We're going shopping. Your clothes look like they're from the 70s or something. All that black and grey, those tight jeans, tie-dyed tanktops..." she huffed, complaining about my clothes as usual. I don't know why she took me on these shopping trips. Every time we went out, we ended up going to the mall and I shopped while she went off and talked to her friend who worked at JCPenny's. It seemed like a waste of time, but I didn't mind. I got the credit card and she let me spend all I wanted. I usually went to Hot Topic and Wet Seal, buying new clothes made to look vintage. This time, however, I knew things would be different. We were in a new town, so she couldn't have found a new friend already. I wondered if that was what was bothering her while I got ready to go. Once we got to the mall, Mom handed me the credit card and went off somewhere, not telling me when or where to meet her. Typical. I walked around the tiny mall, looking at the stores. This mall was nothing like the one where I had come from. The stores were tiny, very few of them having anything of interest. There was no Hot Topic or Spensors, but they had a store kinda like Wet Seal. I went inside the store, called Honwell, which made it sound like a ritzy place. The walls were lined with tiger-striped, tie-dyed, and brightly colored t-shirts, while the floor had table after table of skinny jeans and miniskirts. I had never gotten into miniskirts, but brightly colored skinny jeans were like my long lost love. I pulled a lime green shirt down, and to my surprise, the whole rack came with it. It tumbled down, crashing on the floor with a loud clank noise. I flushed bright red under my fur, trying to lift the heavy thing up to place it back on the wall. "Arg, not again!" I heard a familiar voice call out. As usual, I couldn't place who it belonged to. "That's the third time that rack has come down to-" The voice paused, and I looked up to see Marky standing right next to me. His eyes widened before he looked at the floor. I could see a blush creeping through his grey fur, and I returned it with my own. Talk about embarrassing. Of course, I find some one fun to be around and I end up screwing up their day at work. "I... uh..." I stuttered, "I'll get it... if I can..." I continued to try to hoist the heavy rack up and back into its place, but it proved to be more difficult that before, with my hand shaking and Marky watching over my shoulder. The wolf reached out, grabbing the rack and easily putting it back into place. I almost forgot to let go, and knocked into it, sending it falling again. I don't think I'd even blushed so hard in my life. With a sight, the wolf mumbled, "its fine, Jade. I'll get it." and he gently pushed me out of the way with a paw. I hadn't noticed how closely our fur matched until then, how my darker stripes matched the dark patch over his left ear, or how my lighter bits of fur blended perfectly with his lighter bits. It sent my heart fluttering with butterflies and I backed away, watching as he replaced the rack a second time. "I'm sorry, Marky, I'm such a-" The wolf cut me off by placing a paw over my muzzle. I felt myself flush even more at the closeness, the feel of his fur on my lips, how I... I should stop there, before I let myself feel some things I didn't want to feel around him. Not yet, anyways. "Sasha!" he called out, "I'm going to take my break, okay?" I heard some complaining and the wolf chuckled, brushing his headfur out of his eyes. His dark eyes fixed on mine, and I looked away, smiling shyly. He pulled me out of the store and into the tiny mall's main hallway. Grabbing my paw, Marky lead me to a little coffee shop in the middle of the hall. It looked like Starbucks, but the coffee smelled better. He ordered us two mocha chocolate cappuccinos, and smiled at me as we waited. The silence wasn't quite awkward. It was more comfortable, like it was supposed to be like this. I cleared my throat, letting myself take in all of the wolf as he paid for our drinks. As previously stated, he had light grey fur with a patch of slate-grey over his left ear. He was fairly thin, with a decent amount of muscle in his arms. The dark clothes that he wore looked brilliant on him, and his ears had little black studs in them. His dark headfur stuck out a bit at the side, and I hesitantly reached out to smooth it down. Marky turned to look at me, is eyes sparkling with a smile as he met mine. "It always sticks out there," he informed me with a chuckle, "I can't get it to lay flat. I've tried everything." I smiled, trailing my hand down his arm without realizing until afterward. I snatched my hand away, embarrassed. His smirk told me he could still see the blush on my cheeks, and I turned my face down and away from him as we walked to a little table. "So.. I don't know what happened at the dance." He said with a little troubled smile, "That is so unlike me, and I don't know how to explain... I... I don't know what happened." He repeated, looking at his coffee as if it could tell him the answer. "I.. I don't know either. I was just dancing.. kinda being a flirt as usual." I said, watching his reaction. He looked a bit surprised, glancing up at me quickly before looked back at his coffee, which, like mine, remained untouched. "I'm not used to people flirting with me. Especially not pretty girls like you. I'm... gay?" He told me, the last word coming out like a question. There was a moment of silence before he said, "If... If I'm gay, why did that get me so riled up? Sorry about that, by the way... I just... I don't know what happened." He looked upset, confused, almost forlorn. I reached out, smoothing his headdfur with my paw once again. My stomach filled with butterflies as his eyes met mine and he reached up, grabbing my paw and twining our fingers together. "Maybe... we should explore this a little more?" He asked me, and my eyes grew wide, shooting up to meet his. * * * DUN DUN DUN! What does Marky mean by that? What exactly does he want to do? Will he ever go back to work? Tune in next chapter to find out! <3 Jade