{"sf1_id":242737,"sf2_id":"B1QVkRze","title":"To Alaska:Chapter 1","author":"outdoorfurry101","words":684,"posted_at":"2011-04-21T21:19:00.000Z","tags":["Fox","Gay Relationships","M/M","Story Progression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/242737-to-alaska-chapter-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QVkRze","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/71/bf/71bf4360-1bbf-41f4-8dc4-ba1c3f86f5f6","description":"","content":"_Note: This is my first furry story, so this chapter is going to be clean. Constructive critisizm is welcome, and often appreciated. This is a M/M story. Enjoy!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Well, everyone pack your bags! Were moving to Alaska!\" The news was devastating. My family and I are moving to ALASKA! From TEXAS! I have to leave all my friends, teachers, and everyone else, behind. My mom says it will be good to get to some new places, but I don't agree. Why would a Fox, not even an artic fox, be living in Alaska? Not what I wanted.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"It will be good for you, Lucas. Your hanging with a bad crowd.\", my mom had said. My friends have never even gotten in trouble, or had anything below a B+. But, you can't convince her anything. So, in the car I go, and wave goodbye. I yell out the window, \"Love you all!\", then we pull away. Though I know I will probaly see some of them again, I bust into tears as we pull away. My head in my paws, we leave Boston, and take the long, driven journy, to Alaska.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I wake up from crying myself to sleep in the back seat, to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I read the caller ID:Chris. I instantly answer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Hey, Chris!\", I say exitedly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Hey, Lucas\", Chris said, his voice sounding like he had just finished sobbing. Chris and I had been tight ever since he came out of the closet, about a month after me. We hung out nearly every day, and he was the hardest to say goodbye to.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Hey, man, you sound like you just got done crying, what's up?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\"Lucas....it's...my sister Sam. We just got a call from the police department. They say she was in an accident, and is hurt....bad. Oh, Lucas, I just don't know what to do!\", he said, then once again started to cry. I felt tears pushing up against my eyes, for Sam had been so supportive of me and Chris's relationship since it started.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Chris, that's terrible!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"I know...I hope she'll be Ok. Hey...I gotta go. We're going to see her in the hospital.\" Chris said, then hung up the phone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Lucas, who was that?\", my mom asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"That was Chris...his sister Sam was in an accident. They say she's hurt badly.\", I said, my heart sinking with every word.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Well, that is bad news! But brighten up just a litlle, were in Alaska!\" I looked out the window at the snow piled high. \"Great\", I thought, \"The middle of winter, and in Alaska. Perfect.\" We pulled into a nearly covered drive, that was right next to a very beautiful house. I sat, apalled at it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"It's...it's such a big house!\" I exclaimed, gasping as I did so. I got out, and grabbed my bags. I stepped through the door....empty.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \"Are we expected to sleep on the floor?\" I turned, and saw a note on the door that read: \"Movers will be here in 2 days\". Two days, with no furniture. Another perfect thing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; :_Two Days later, movers just finsihed arranging the furniture_.: I went straight up to my room. There was a cozy little red bean bag chair, a cute little desk, with nothing but a picture and my cup of coffee from that morning. I picked up the picture. It was of me and Chris. I instantly felt tears rush to my eyes. I had to leave so abruptly...it's not right.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I sat in my little chair. My eyes were bloodshot from crying for nearly thirty minutes. I heard a knock, at what sounded like the front door. I wiped my eyes, which were still very red. I sulked down the stairs, thinking \"what now, more movers with other useless things?\" I turned the little glass doorknob, and opened the door. What I saw instantly took my breath away.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}