Take Care
#1 of For the Love of Music
NOTE: THIS STORY IS FULLY FANTASY! THERE ARE SOME FACTS BUT DON'T ASSUME THIS IS ALL TRUE! ALSO, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT! SO IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE PLEASE RECONSIDER READING THIS STORY! On with the story
Chapter 1 Take Care *Bing* There it was. The bell that made Kilik shudder. It was his curse. His school was small. He lived in a town that hardly anyone knew about. Statenville was a small town out in the middle of nowhere. That is why Kilik decided to keep his secret. Kilik was a 16-year-old bisexual fox. He only recently found out himself. A story he had been reading revealed to him about it all. He decided to let his mom know first. The downside to that was he would have to wait until Friday to tell her. For now he was rising from his chair and walking out of his last class, wondering what he would be doing for summer break. Christmas break was right around the corner so everyone was in a hurry. Kilik had an excellent sense of self-control so he was only walking around, avoiding end-of-day traffic. He finally managed to get to his locker. He breathed a sigh of relief that his girlfriend was already there. Her name was Kaitlyn. She was a fox like himself, calm-collected and well composed. Their relationship was something to admire. Always happy. Always trusting. Kilik knew that his secret could throw their union for a loop, so he would tell her after Christmas break. He cleaned his locker. To a degree that is and wondered how his secret WOULD affect their relationship. Would it shatter it? Would it cause her to bring something to the surface about herself? Would it even affect it at all? These were all questions Kilik would have loved to have been answered but he decided it would have to wait. Kilik and Kaitlyn made their way to her bus. Talking about her day. As they always had. When they arrived, they exchanged their usual hug for the day and went their separate ways. Kilik continued his way around the school campus and finally found his ride home. The minivan he moved towards didn't look like much on the outside, but normal people didn't get to ride in this. He made a beeline for the white vehicle and smiled as the door automatically slid open. Just by looking inside you would think that this family was filthy rich. But they just had access to more money and had better paying jobs than most people. The interior of the van was a light tan. It matched Kilik's fur. Other than the white stripe stretching from in between his ears all the was down the insides of his thighs to his ankles. There weren't many things not this color. The wood around the stereo, which was a Six-CD Auto Disc Changer, the steering wheel, which was a dark black, and the gauges, which were a mix of black and purple. There were also Audio/Visual hookups so that you could play games while on road trips. There was also a built in DVD Player in the roof. It always baffled Kilik how the could afford such a craft. He set one footpaw inside the transport and set his books down in the median of the floor. He took his seat and pressed a button that made the door shut. He buckled up and turned to see the best friend he ever had sitting next to him. It was Christian Carter. Christian was a panther that everyone seemed to like simply because she was random. One moment you could be talking to her and the next moment your laughing because of her almost identical Willy Wonka impression. She was always warm-hearted, but you would never know because of the way she writes her poems. She sparked a conversation with a friendly, "Hey Kilik." Kilik turned to her with a grin plastered to his muzzle. "What's up Christian?" She threw her hands in the air as though she had given up and decided to be smart, "Well let's see. A rook, atmosphere, space, aliens, rocks, molten chemicals, and so on and so on. Anything else I need to say?" Kilik shook his head in resignation and turned to look at the driver. Kilik had a huge habit of calling his friend's parents his own. He showed it here. "Hey mom, thanks for the ride." The feline turned with a smile and responded, "Your welcome sweetie." With that, it was shifted into drive and they were on their way. On they way to Kilik's house, he listened to Christian be completely random with her mother and in between fits of laughter, he thought, 'It's Thursday. Roger shouldn't be home for very long. That means I'll have the house to myself for a while.' He smiled at the thought. They finally pulled into his driveway and Mrs. Carter parked. Kilik unbuckled himself and pressed the button for the doors to open. He never got over his fascination with the doors. He grabbed his books and made sure to press the button again for the doors to shut. As the panthers drove away, he waved. He then turned to his house. It was actually a single-wide trailer with nothing more than two porches a few acres of land and a large pile of wood that had yet to be burned. Kilik entered the house and his first step was in the living room. If you turned right, you could see the room that he and his brother had to share. You could also see the bathroom that was to be shared as well. If you were to look at the carpet, you would never have known it used to be white. This was the result of repetitive accidents concerning eggs and a deaf child. If you looked left then you could see all the way through the kitchen into his father's room and into the master bathroom. When Kilik noted that his father wasn't home, he wasn't surprised. His father was a trucker. Always driving. Making just enough to get by. He set his books on the love seat that had been set almost in front of the door. He saw his brother and his eye twitched. The very presence of that fox got under his fur. He was always talking to Kilik like he was a complete idiot. Since he had ridden the bus, he had beaten Kilik home. Kilik heard a horn outside and looked at a clock. 4:02 p.m. Perfect timing. Roger clicked off whatever he was doing and rose to tell Kilik EXACTLY what he expected him to tell their father. "Tell dad that I've gone to church and I probably won't be back until around 10:00." Kilik replied quite dryly, "Alright." He took a step and then bouced back on his heels, "Better yet, tell him I'll be staying over at Blake's house." Again, he replied dryly, "Peachy." With that, Roger left. Kilik was finally alone. It was quiet. Kilik jumped into the computer chair and opened the Internet so he could log into his Myspace account. He also signed into a Universal Instant Messenger called Buddy 2 Buddy. Christian was already online. He was joyed that she was. He sent her a message and this is how the covnersation progressed. Kilik-kun: Hey Christian thenextbigstar: wuz up Kilik Kilik-kun: Not much. Roger just left. thenextbigstar: ...CHA Kilik-kun: lol thenextbigstar: Hey, do you know the answer to #4 Kilik-kun: You should know I haven't even started yet thenextbigstar: yeah I should've figured Kilik-kun: well I'm gonna call Kate now thenextbigstar: ttyl They both logged off and he picked up the phone that lay on the computer desk. Convenient. He dialed her number and pressed the device to his ear and listened as the normal drone pierced his head. It rang a few times and this was their conversation. "Hello?" "I've been thinking about you." "I know that Kilik." "How exactly would you know that?" "It's simply a woman's intuition. Hey, Kilik?" "Yeah." "I don't think this is going to work." "What's not going to work?" "Us." "What do you mean? Hello? Hello? Shit." The atmoshpere was stifling as he realized that he had suddenly become single. He dropped the phone and it thudded on the floor. He took a breath and told himself to keep to his vow. He calmed down and he didn't care much for her anymore. He refreshed his Myspace hompage and he had recieved a new Friend Request. It was from a wolf named Mark. This wolf lived in a town called London, Canada. He sent a message asking for more information and accepted the request. He logged off and disappeared into his room. Kilik thought that since there was no one around, he wouldn't embarass himself playing the game he loved so much. Dance Dance Revolution. He inserted the disk into the XBox that was installed under the bottom bunk of the beds. He plugged in the dance pad that he had also purchased. When the game booted up, he logged into Workout Mode. He set his difficulty to Standard and chose a Random Song. He played for about thirty minutes before he collapsed to his knees. He had finished 10 songs and he was pretty worn out. He pressed the 'B' button with a glistening paw and his results were displayed. He had completed 1287 steps out of a possible 1400 steps. According to the game, he had lost 384.872 calories. Great progress for Kilik. He logged off of his game and shut the system down. He waltzed into the kitchen and prepared himself a glass of tea and sat down at his computer again. After logging back into his Myspace, he scanned the homepage for updates on his profile. There was one. New Message. He clicked on it and it was a reply from Mark. It read: Hey Kilik. I was expecting you to ask for more knowledge about me so here it goes. I am a timber wolf that lives in London, Canada. I am 6'0" and I weigh 190. Most of that being muscle. I'm straight and 18. Anything you wanna know you'll never find out, short of coming up here and talking to me. Well I guess I'll talk to you later. Kilik had finally figured what he would do for the summer. He was going to Canada.