{"sf1_id":24746,"sf2_id":"nZ7R6ww1","title":"Take Care","author":"Kilik Odagawa","words":1758,"posted_at":"2007-05-25T13:45:00.000Z","tags":["Fox","Gay","Gay Relationships","German Shepherd","M/M","Story Series"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/24746-take-care","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/nZ7R6ww1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/37/61/376187c5-cd5f-4641-b925-e94c2ba5c4fd","description":"#1 of For the Love of Music","content":"NOTE: THIS STORY IS FULLY FANTASY! THERE ARE SOME FACTS BUT DON'T ASSUME THIS IS ALL  \nTRUE! ALSO, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT! SO IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE PLEASE  \nRECONSIDER READING THIS STORY!  \n  \nOn with the story\n* * *\nChapter 1  \nTake Care  \n  \n\\*Bing\\*  \n  \nThere it was. The bell that made Kilik shudder. It was his curse. His school was small.  \nHe lived in a town that hardly anyone knew about. Statenville was a small town out in the  \nmiddle of nowhere. That is why Kilik decided to keep his secret. Kilik was a 16-year-old  \nbisexual fox. He only recently found out himself. A story he had been reading revealed to  \nhim about it all. He decided to let his mom know first. The downside to that was he would  \nhave to wait until Friday to tell her. For now he was rising from his chair and walking  \nout of his last class, wondering what he would be doing for summer break.  \n  \nChristmas break was right around the corner so everyone was in a hurry. Kilik had an  \nexcellent sense of self-control so he was only walking around, avoiding  \nend-of-day traffic. He finally managed to get to his locker. He breathed a sigh of relief  \nthat his girlfriend was already there. Her name was Kaitlyn. She was a fox like himself,  \ncalm-collected and well composed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Their relationship was something to admire. Always happy. Always trusting. Kilik knew  \nthat his secret could throw their union for a loop, so he would tell her after Christmas  \nbreak.  \n  \nHe cleaned his locker. To a degree that is and wondered how his secret WOULD affect their  \nrelationship. Would it shatter it? Would it cause her to bring something to the surface  \nabout herself? Would it even affect it at all? These were all questions Kilik would have  \nloved to have been answered but he decided it would have to wait.  \n  \nKilik and Kaitlyn made their way to her bus. Talking about her day. As they always had.  \nWhen they arrived, they exchanged their usual hug for the day and went their separate  \nways. Kilik continued his way around the school campus and finally found his ride home.  \nThe minivan he moved towards didn't look like much on the outside, but normal people  \ndidn't get to ride in this. He made a beeline for the white vehicle and smiled as the  \ndoor automatically slid open.  \n  \nJust by looking inside you would think that this family was filthy rich. But they just  \nhad access to more money and had better paying jobs than most people. The interior of the  \nvan was a light tan. It matched Kilik's fur. Other than the white stripe stretching from  \nin between his ears all the was down the insides of his thighs to his ankles. There  \nweren't many things not this color. The wood around the stereo, which was a Six-CD Auto  \nDisc Changer, the steering wheel, which was a dark black, and the gauges, which were a  \nmix of black and purple. There were also Audio/Visual hookups so that you could play  \ngames while on road trips. There was also a built in DVD Player in the roof. It always  \nbaffled Kilik how the could afford such a craft.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He set one footpaw inside the transport and set his books down in the median of the  \nfloor. He took his seat and pressed a button that made the door shut. He buckled up and  \nturned to see the best friend he ever had sitting next to him. It was Christian Carter.  \n  \nChristian was a panther that everyone seemed to like simply because she was random. One  \nmoment you could be talking to her and the next moment your laughing because of her  \nalmost identical Willy Wonka impression. She was always warm-hearted, but you would never  \nknow because of the way she writes her poems. She sparked a conversation with a  \nfriendly, \"Hey Kilik.\" Kilik turned to her with a grin plastered to his muzzle. \"What's  \nup Christian?\" She threw her hands in the air as though she had given up and decided to  \nbe smart, \"Well let's see. A rook, atmosphere, space, aliens, rocks, molten chemicals,  \nand so on and so on. Anything else I need to say?\" Kilik shook his head in resignation  \nand turned to look at the driver.  \n  \nKilik had a huge habit of calling his friend's parents his own. He showed it here. \"Hey  \nmom, thanks for the ride.\" The feline turned with a smile and responded, \"Your welcome  \nsweetie.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; With that, it was shifted into drive and they were on their way.  \n  \nOn they way to Kilik's house, he listened to Christian be completely random with her  \nmother and in between fits of laughter, he thought, 'It's Thursday. Roger shouldn't be  \nhome for very long. That means I'll have the house to myself for a while.' He smiled at  \nthe thought.  \n  \nThey finally pulled into his driveway and Mrs. Carter parked. Kilik unbuckled himself and  \npressed the button for the doors to open. He never got over his fascination with the  \ndoors. He grabbed his books and made sure to press the button again for the doors to  \nshut. As the panthers drove away, he waved.  \n  \nHe then turned to his house. It was actually a single-wide trailer with nothing more than  \ntwo porches a few acres of land and a large pile of wood that had yet to be burned.  \n  \nKilik entered the house and his first step was in the living room. If you turned right,  \nyou could see the room that he and his brother had to share. You could also see the  \nbathroom that was to be shared as well. If you were to look at the carpet, you would  \nnever have known it used to be white. This was the result of repetitive accidents  \nconcerning eggs and a deaf child. If you looked left then you could see all the way  \nthrough the kitchen into his father's room and into the master bathroom. When Kilik noted  \nthat his father wasn't home, he wasn't surprised. His father was a trucker. Always  \ndriving. Making just enough to get by.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He set his books on the love seat that had been set almost in front of the door. He saw  \nhis brother and his eye twitched. The very presence of that fox got under his fur. He was  \nalways talking to Kilik like he was a complete idiot. Since he had ridden the bus, he  \nhad beaten Kilik home. Kilik heard a horn outside and looked at a clock. 4:02 p.m.  \nPerfect timing.  \n  \nRoger clicked off whatever he was doing and rose to tell Kilik EXACTLY what he expected  \nhim to tell their father. \"Tell dad that I've gone to church and I probably won't be back  \nuntil around 10:00.\" Kilik replied quite dryly, \"Alright.\" He took a step and then bouced  \nback on his heels, \"Better yet, tell him I'll be staying over at Blake's house.\" Again,  \nhe replied dryly, \"Peachy.\" With that, Roger left.  \n  \nKilik was finally alone. It was quiet. Kilik jumped into the computer chair and opened  \nthe Internet so he could log into his Myspace account. He also signed into a Universal  \nInstant Messenger called Buddy 2 Buddy. Christian was already online. He was joyed that  \nshe was. He sent her a message and this is how the covnersation progressed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kilik-kun: Hey Christian  \nthenextbigstar: wuz up Kilik  \nKilik-kun: Not much. Roger just left.  \nthenextbigstar: ...CHA  \nKilik-kun: lol  \nthenextbigstar: Hey, do you know the answer to #4  \nKilik-kun: You should know I haven't even started yet  \nthenextbigstar: yeah I should've figured  \nKilik-kun: well I'm gonna call Kate now  \nthenextbigstar: ttyl  \n  \nThey both logged off and he picked up the phone that lay on the computer desk.  \nConvenient. He dialed her number and pressed the device to his ear and listened as the  \nnormal drone pierced his head. It rang a few times and this was their conversation.  \n  \n\"Hello?\"  \n\"I've been thinking about you.\"  \n\"I know that Kilik.\"  \n\"How exactly would you know that?\"  \n\"It's simply a woman's intuition. Hey, Kilik?\"  \n\"Yeah.\"  \n\"I don't think this is going to work.\"  \n\"What's not going to work?\"  \n\"Us.\"  \n\"What do you mean? Hello? Hello? Shit.\"  \n  \nThe atmoshpere was stifling as he realized that he had suddenly become single. He dropped  \nthe phone and it thudded on the floor. He took a breath and told himself to keep to his  \nvow. He calmed down and he didn't care much for her anymore. He refreshed his Myspace  \nhompage and he had recieved a new Friend Request.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was from a wolf named Mark. This wolf lived in a town called London, Canada. He sent a  \nmessage asking for more information and accepted the request. He logged off and  \ndisappeared into his room.  \n  \nKilik thought that since there was no one around, he wouldn't embarass himself playing  \nthe game he loved so much. Dance Dance Revolution. He inserted the disk into the XBox  \nthat was installed under the bottom bunk of the beds. He plugged in the dance pad that he  \nhad also purchased. When the game booted up, he logged into Workout Mode. He set his  \ndifficulty to Standard and chose a Random Song.  \n  \nHe played for about thirty minutes before he collapsed to his knees. He had finished 10  \nsongs and he was pretty worn out. He pressed the 'B' button with a glistening paw and his  \nresults were displayed. He had completed 1287 steps out of a possible 1400 steps.  \nAccording to the game, he had lost 384.872 calories. Great progress for Kilik. He logged  \noff of his game and shut the system down.  \n  \nHe waltzed into the kitchen and prepared himself a glass of tea and sat down at his  \ncomputer again. After logging back into his Myspace, he scanned the homepage for updates  \non his profile. There was one. New Message. He clicked on it and it was a reply from  \nMark. It read:  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hey Kilik. I was expecting you to ask for more knowledge about me so here it goes. I am a  \ntimber wolf that lives in London, Canada. I am 6'0\" and I weigh 190. Most of that being  \nmuscle. I'm straight and 18. Anything you wanna know you'll never find out, short of  \ncoming up here and talking to me. Well I guess I'll talk to you later.  \n  \nKilik had finally figured what he would do for the summer. He was going to Canada.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"For the Love of Music","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/27101-gravity.json"}}