{"sf1_id":186337,"sf2_id":"GnDRkaXe","title":"Love At It's Finest: Episode 1","author":"MaerLriole","words":1368,"posted_at":"2010-10-14T23:08:00.000Z","tags":["Character Development","m/m relationship"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/186337-love-at-it-s-finest-episode-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDRkaXe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/d4/e2/d4e24a6d-76aa-446a-ada5-ff61ff848516","description":"","content":"All Chaeacters within are © to O' Laoghaire Imagineering\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A shrill clanking filled the halls.\u0026nbsp; Great.\u0026nbsp; New York City.\u0026nbsp; New home.\u0026nbsp; New school!\u0026nbsp; And I was already late on my first day; arriving in the middle of the eighth week no less.\u0026nbsp; No reason to rush to class seeing as how I'm eight weeks too late for class.\u0026nbsp; I hitched up the strap of my new book bag and steered off in the direction on the closest bathroom.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I rushed through the door and into the handicapped stall.\u0026nbsp; I find myself staring at a silver fox with fur the color of the blackest midnight and eyes the shade of molten gold.\u0026nbsp; The only places my fur wasn't black were a small area of my mid-section and the tip of my tail which, for the moment, was twitching nervously behind me.\u0026nbsp; I hate being the new kid; I hate having moved from Virginia to Florida, and then Kansas, until we finally arrived in New York City, my favorite city (besides Hollywood, California, of course).\u0026nbsp; A small section of head-hair was so long it reached down past my eyes and I have to constantly brush it out of the way; which I did now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My name is Maer Lriole (pronounced \"mare\" and \"ree-oh-lee,\" yep my family has a _huge_ collection of strange and unusual names).\u0026nbsp; One thing that I think is obvious, but apparently not many people have caught on, is that I'm gay.\u0026nbsp; Well, actually it's complicated. \u0026nbsp;The way I see it is this: the definition of \"straight\" is to have a romantic attraction to one of another sex; the definition of \"gay\" is to have a romantic attraction to one of the same sex; therefore, as I have no romantic attraction at all, I am neither.\u0026nbsp; Though, yes, I prefer other males.\u0026nbsp; The reason I think it's obvious I'm gay is because I have quite a few feminine mannerisms.\u0026nbsp; I talk a lot with my hands, my hips say a tad bit when I walk, I like to have longer claws than the average fox, and also a few others.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I took a deep breath, worked up my courage and left the bathroom to endure an hour and forty-five minutes of Math for College Readiness.\u0026nbsp; I was all excited about my senior year in High School; that is, until we decided to move again.\u0026nbsp; Being the new kid _on top_ of the pressure of being a senior?\u0026nbsp; Yea-no, that shot down my balloon faster than shooting down a duck in a Loony Toon's cartoon.\u0026nbsp; So now I'm the new-kid-senior in a brand new school without any friends whatsoever; what's worse is the fact the I'm not a morning person and, for me, there shouldn't be such a thing as a 6 am.\u0026nbsp; Fun.\u0026nbsp; My school uses a Block Schedule so, of my eight classes, I only attended four each day; odd, then even.\u0026nbsp; Today was an Odd Day, so I had Math, Photoshop, Music Theory I, and English IV.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I arrived at my math class ten minutes late.\u0026nbsp; The cougar wearing a button down shirt and slim-fitting khakis stood up as I walked over and introduced herself as Mrs. Valifoure.\u0026nbsp; \"You can sit anywhere,\" she said; so I grabbed the first seat I laid eyes on.\u0026nbsp; This seat happened to be next to a rabbit that wasn't very large in size, even including her ears she was still a good half-foot shorter than me.\u0026nbsp; \"Hi! My name's Gale.\u0026nbsp; Just to warn you, I like to poke people.\"\u0026nbsp; After a beat she really did poke me and then giggled afterward.\u0026nbsp; I could just tell I was really going to enjoy this class.\u0026nbsp; \"Maer,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Today we reviewed exponents and Gale showed me her notes on the other lessons.\u0026nbsp; Review on PEMDAS, addition and subtraction, multiplication and division; this was going to be incredibly easy.\u0026nbsp; Mrs. Valifoure passed out a worksheet consisting of twelve problems and when I finished, I pulled out a book to read.\u0026nbsp; The bell soon rang and I then went to Photoshop class with Mrs. Obique, an otter; followed by Music Theory with Mr. Tulle, a beaver.\u0026nbsp; The next obstacle I had to overcome would be Lunch.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I chose a table in the far back and sat on an end seat.\u0026nbsp; Within five seconds, however, I found myself attacked by discussion on all sides.\u0026nbsp; A hare and a Siamese cat sat on my right and a grey wolf parked himself in front of me, while a bear slid in diagonally from where I was sitting.\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, a new kid! I'm Andrew,\" the grey wolf said.\u0026nbsp; He continued and pointed in the bear's direction, \"This is Vick and these two\"--he indicated the hare and the cat--\"are Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn.\u0026nbsp; They go by Kate and Kat.\"\u0026nbsp; I smiled and waved and said, \"My name's Maer.\"\u0026nbsp; It turns out Andrew was insufferably loud and rowdy.\u0026nbsp; Vick commented very occasionally and both Kaitlyns argued with Andrew every now and then.\u0026nbsp; I gave my input every now and then and found I was, actually, enjoying myself.\u0026nbsp; As Lunch came to an end, I prepared for my last class of the day: English.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I arrived in English two minutes early, things started to look up.\u0026nbsp; When I asked Mr. Frinse, a dingo, where I should sit, he directed me to the desk in the front of the classroom.\u0026nbsp; After I sat down, I pulled out my book and read.\u0026nbsp; The bell soon rang and I reluctantly stopped reading.\u0026nbsp; When I looked up, I locked eyes with those of the most startling and deep blue surrounded by fur the color of the sun.\u0026nbsp; A sudden jolt shot through me.\u0026nbsp; Heat rose in my face and I looked away quickly, catching a fleeting impression of a well-built tiger.\u0026nbsp; I concentrated, discussed with the rest of the class and did all my work; all the while looking anywhere but _there._\n\nMy first day of school was released and I bolted out of the room and raced down the stairs and out of the school to come to a halt in the parent-pickup zone.\u0026nbsp; That's right, I have no car of my own and I'm an 18-year-old senior.\u0026nbsp; That would be because I do not want to drive; never have and never will (unless it's a real and true emergency).\u0026nbsp; Moments later, an old red fox pulled up in a dark-blue van, my grandfather in my favorite car.\u0026nbsp; My mom and I live with my grandparents and my mom doesn't get home from work until 5:30, so my grandfather is usually the one to pick me up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Immediately after I walked through the door of my house, I went straight to my computer to do my math homework.\u0026nbsp; Once that was finished I waited impatiently for four o' clock to pass so that I could call Reyna, my cousin and a grey wolf.\u0026nbsp; Reyna is probably the only member of my family who fully understands me.\u0026nbsp; We've confided in each other over everything and we still do now.\u0026nbsp; Talking with Reyna would, hopefully, calm my frayed nerves.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I asked my grandfather if I could borrow his cell phone to call Reyna, as it was now 4:49.\u0026nbsp; He gave me his phone and I dialed her number.\u0026nbsp; Reyna and I talked until my mom came home and dinner was ready.\u0026nbsp; I said good-bye and hung up, my stomach growling incredibly fiercely.\u0026nbsp; While eating I watched Halloween movies with my mom (as Halloween was a mere two weeks away).\u0026nbsp; After dinner, I stayed up until about 9:30 and then showered, brushed my teeth, and got into bed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat night, I dreamed of a vast, deep blue sea that was touched by rays of golden light...\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nEnd too abrupt for you? YOU can help control where the story goes from here!\n\nSend me a PM with the subject \"Love at First Sight\" if you want Maer and his new crush to fall in love\n\nHave the subject say \"Whoa Boy!\"\u0026nbsp;if you want things to go slower\n\nOr send \"No Way!\" if you want them to not fall in love at all\n\n  \n  \n\n"}