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I woke up early in the morning, around 4 am. I looked to the right of my bed and found John sleeping silently and was facing away from me . At first, I was somewhat confused as to why John was in my bed. Then suddenly, I was able to recall all of the memories of last night. I lifted the blanket that covered both of us and looked under it. John and I were both naked. That means that those memories were real! I could barely hold in my excitement and my tail just started to wag. How did I ever attract him, I wondered to myself. But I knew the answer, it happened back in the third grade. I was a small husky back then, not the tallest nor the strongest. By the second week of school, I was already being bullied during recess. When I was bullied for the the second time, I met John.

-9 years ago-

"Give me your lunch money runt," the bear cub, Jacob, said as he pinned me against a wall.

"No," I snarled as I struggled to get free from his grip.

"No? I think you should rethink about your decision," he sneered as he pummeled my stomach with his fist. I grunted from the pain, refusing to yelp. I was determined to show that I wasn't going to give in from the pain.

"What? Still haven't made up your mind? Well, I know what will make it faster." He grinned and drew back his fist. I closed my eyes, knowing that his fist would strike me in the face. I felt his body move, the sign that the hit was coming. But almost as soon as it began, I felt his body jerk back. I opened an eye to see what had stopped him. Holding Jacob's wrist, was a black wolf.

He was considerately tall for his age and his muscles showed some development. His muzzle had formed into a snarl, showing his already sharp fangs. His eyes, a beautiful green, was full of contempt as he glared into Jacob's.

"What's this, another runt? This must be my lucky day. I guess I'll get two lunches today," he sneered, doubting that the wolf was any threat.

"Put him down," the wolf demanded with a voice cold as ice and stern as an adult.

"Nah, what are you going to do anyway? You can't do anything, you might as well watch and learn who's boss." He wrenched his wrist free from the wolf's grasp and threw me aside so that he can face the new threat. I landed hard on the concrete and all the air in my lungs were forced out. Gasping for air, I continued to lie on the floor holding my chest as I watch Jacob and the wolf fight.

Jacob threw the first punch, however, the wolf sidestepped and was able to dodge the punch. I expected the black wolf to punch back, but instead he stood there as if he was waiting for the next punch. Jacob took this as a chance to swing again, and as he was about to throw his punch, I saw the wolf become tense. Jacob was oblivious that the wolf was waiting for him and he swung his fist. Like the last time, the wolf sidestepped again, but this time he grabbed the bear's wrist and pulled it forward. This caused Jacob to involuntarily step forward as he tried to regain his balance, but it was too late. In the same movement, he jabbed the bear cub's throat with his thumb.

Jacob gagged and fell to the floor clutching his throat. As he continued to hold his throat, the cub began to cry, softly at first and then eventually loudly. The wolf turned away from him with a stoic expression, obviously not shaken by Jacob's crying. He approached me and held out his paw. By this time I had recovered and accepted his paw. He lifted me onto my hind paws.

"Are you alright?" the wolf asked as he looked me over for any injuries. His voice had lost its coldness and was replaced with concern and warmth. "I'm John McKnight."

I managed to stammer, "Derek Price. I'm fine, thanks!" I gave a somewhat nervous smile.

"What's going on here?" a deep voice demanded. John grimaced. I turned and saw a black panther glaring at us.

"Uh oh," I murmured under my breath.

"Well?" the panther continued to demand, harsher now.

Jacob pointed at us and sobbed, "They hit me!"

"No! He's lying!" I protested. I turned toward the bear cub and stared at him angrily. Fueled by anger, I was about to jump on him and attack him, but I felt John's paw on my shoulder. I looked at him and saw him step forward.

"He was bullying him," John explained, pointing at Jacob and then gesturing toward me. "and I only acted to stop it. If anyone is to be in trouble, it is him and I." He pointed again at the bear cub.

The panther stepped forward and grabbed Jacob and the John by the scruff of their shirt collars and began leading them to the office. "Your parents with hear about this."

When they were out of sight, I instantly felt guilty. The black wolf, John, will get a punishment, and I didn't even try to help him. I didn't see him for the rest of the school day and went home carrying the terrible guilt.

The next day, I saw him eating lunch at a table alone. I decided that I should sit with him and apologize; after all, I didn't have anyone to sit with anyway. I nervously approached him and sat in front of him. "Uh, h-hey John," I stammered.

"Hello Derek," he said calmly, looking up. His tone didn't voice any bitterness or contempt so I continued.

"Uh, I'm sorry for not sticking up for you. You helped me when I needed it and I didn't do the same for you," I said looking down toward the ground, ashamed. "I hope you didn't get into a lot of trouble."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," he assured me. "At that point, there was nothing you could have done anyway. As for my punishment, I was just forced to go home for the rest of the day."

"I, uh, really appreciate you helping me yesterday," I continued, "and uh, I was wondering...do you want to be friends?" I asked a little hesitantly, my tail curling up between my legs.

Deep down, I was afraid he would turn me down. I was nothing but a small husky who couldn't even defend himself. He was a strong, courageous, and could easily defend himself. Hell, he wouldn't have to defend himself; no one would ever dare to pick a fight with him. I even bet his stare could make an adult crawl up into a ball and cry if the wolf wanted him to.

I was nothing compared to him. I looked up at him, and found him observing me. Those green eyes, looking over me like a jeweler inspecting a diamond.

"Sure," he answered. I felt my tail start wagging; I was so happy to hear that, words wouldn't have been able to describe my joy. I had to resist hugging him, so instead, I gave him a bright smile. He gave me a weak smile and returned back to his lunch, but I could still see him grinning. I took out my lunch and started eating.

After that, we always ate lunch together and even met on the weekends. John became more open as we spent countless hours together; he voiced his thoughts and expressed his emotions. Eventually I asked him why he first seemed so stoic when we met.

John, after a few moments of thinking, answered, "I had always hid my emotions from everyone; I hoped that if I hid my emotions, I wouldn't have any. It was because I always thought that eventually my friends will leave me, and that the feelings I had for them would hurt me with pain that could not be eased." He sighed as he finished. He looked up to see my shocked expression and quickly spoke up, "Wait..No! I didn't mean you, Derek. I was just saying what I had thought before I met you."

Relief flooded over me, I was hoping that he would say that. But still, that was some pretty dark stuff for a third grader. "I will do anything to be beside you," I said, trying to assure him that he wouldn't be alone.

When we went on a third grade field trip, I had a chance to show John my dad. Even though we met on the weekends and stuff like that, he had never met my parents. We had always met at the park or something rather than each others house. My father was big gray and white husky, the same colors on my fur; he was six feet tall and very fit. He had a good time talking with John on the ride to the trip. Later at home, my father told me that I was very lucky to have a friend like him. I was lucky to have met him.

Years went by and we were always together, almost always getting the same classes. During the seventh grade, my father died in a car crash. I remember a police officer showing up at my door and requesting to speak to my mother. I was told to go to my room, but I was curious. I heard the police officer tell my mother about the incident and heard my mother cry from behind a corner. I was torn and filled with grievous pain. I mourned a long time for him, crying myself to sleep for many nights; I had loved him. But I knew he would want me to move on. I didn't tell John about it, it had pained me too much; it even pains me now.

As the years went by, I began to feel different, a stronger sense of attraction to John. Eventually I figured it out during freshmen year of high school, and I became ashamed of myself. I was beginning to love my best friend.

Slowly I tried back off of him so that I may get my head straight. But after about a week, John sensed it and confronted me at lunch.

"What is wrong," he asked softly. "I know something is going on, I can see it in your eyes and in the way you walk. Sometimes when you see me, you expression darkens. Is it me?"

"No, it's not you; it's me. Can we talk about this later? In a more private place?" I asked, pain slipping into my voice.

"Very well, we will talk about this later. But please tell me, I want to help you," John replied.

Later, we met at the park that we had always comet to. We sat on a bench under a tree and looked around for a bit. But I knew John was waiting, he never said it but I knew that he was.

"John?" I asked hesitantly, not knowing how to begin. I looked at the ground.

"Yes?" he replied. His voice, filled with warmth and understanding.

"I, uh, am not what you probably expect. I'm different than you, and I tried to back away from you because...I was scared that you would not want to be friends with me, and our friendship might end," I admitted whimpering. I was trying very hard not to cry.

"You are my friend, nothing less; and you will always be my friend. There is nothing that will change that, I want you to remember that," he said soothingly, putting his arm around me. It was comforting, but I was still nervous. "What is the problem you have been having?"

"I'm..I-I'm gay," I quickly whispered. I whimpered and looked at him. His face was unchanged, giving me a warm smile.

"So what's the problem?" he chuckled. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing, but being gay is not something that I will despise you for," he said as he finished chuckling.

"You're not mad?" I said, my voice brightening with both happiness and relief.

"Of course not! Your are a good friend. Only a fool would throw away a good friendship," he said smiling.

"Well, I think you should know this too," I said looking into his deep green eyes, "I love you."

John remained silent, his eyes showed conflicting emotions and his smile fell flat. Crap. I whimpered softly, maybe this was too much. I got up, sensing his discomfort; but I felt his paw grip mine.

"Wait. Don't leave me." He said, his voice full of pain. Instantly I remembered what he told me back in the third grade, saying that he thought his friends would leave him, and I felt ashamed immediately. I sighed and sat back down.

"I'm sorry," I apologized softly. "I shouldn't have told you that last part."

He sighed, "Derek, it's okay that you love me. Feels a little weird at first, but I understand. I told you that you would be my friend no matter what." He then stammered, "And uh, well, this is going to be weird too, but...I think I love you too." He gave me a weak smile.

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I was to shocked, I couldn't even think. I tried to move my jaw to form words, but I couldn't make one word. Luckily I didn't have to say anything; John stepped forward and kissed me. I was surprised at first, but eventually returned the kiss. We were both new to this and not very good. But it was good enough for me.

After we broke our first kiss, we were a little awkward. I was at a loss for words and sat there in silence. But John broke the awkward silence.

"So...what's next?" he asked.

"I don't know. Are we...going to date now? I mean, if you want to," he asked with a little hope in his voice.

"Sure, let's give it a try."

"Should we tell our parents," I asked. I saw him wince.

"Maybe after a while. I think we had enough surprises for today." he replied.

A year passed and we decided it was time to tell our parents. My mother was okay with it, she said she would need time to get used to it though. John's parents, however, were not okay with it. At least his mom wasn't from what he told me. I felt sorry for him; I knew what it was to lose a parent. But he seemed to have shrugged it off, not seeming to mind it. He must be happy to live with me. And here we are now, together.

I sighed and looked back at John and saw one of his ear twitch. He must have heard me sigh. As if on cue, he rolled over to face me.

"What are you doing awake so early in the morning?" he asked with a yawn. His eyes slowly opened to see me.

"Just thinking about the past," I answered him.

"It's 4:47 in the morning!" he exclaimed looking at the clock on my nightstand. "Is something bother you?"

"No, it's nothing. Everything is just fine."

"Well then, just try to get some more sleep," he said tiredly. He teased, "After all, we did stay up all night messing around."

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back. We went back to sleep cuddling each other.