FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Author's Note: This is my first story. I hope that you like it! If you have any constructive criticism, don't feel nervous to comment with it. After all, you'd be doing me a favor. This took me about one or two months. If you like it, let me know that this wasn't a waste of my time! Well... I suppose I should stop talking and let you read, shouldn't I? Okay...

Not My Intention

Chapter One: Are you..?

6:30 AM

Jake's blaring alarm clock seemed to blast his eardrums. Torn from his dreams, he groggily awoke to the screaming bell. Slapping it into shutting off, he pulled off his warm, fluffy covers. It was Friday, at least. This was his only consolation as he sleepily dragged himself out of bed. Something seemed off abut the morning, like it was too bright for quarter-past six. His heart skipped a beat, afraid that he had overslept.

Dashing to the window, he stared outside, at the crystals floating down from the sky. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's only snow." He realized with lifted concern. Getting dressed, remembering that it would be cold, he picked out a sweater to wear today. His favorite jeans and browned striped converse would also be in the outfit. Walking out through his bedroom, door, he made his way through the empty house into the kitchen. It was a shame that his parents had to leave so early. Jake had to leave soon, too, but at least he could sit back and enjoy the morning...

10:08 AM

"You know, they could bother to give us somewhere to put these retarded answers!" Simon growled angrily, his teeth protruding from his narrow snout.

Sighing, Jake pointed out that the question said to put the answers on a separate sheet of paper. Blushing, he quietly said sorry under his breath. They was the middle of algebra, and in eight... make that seven minutes, the bell would ring for lunch.

"Damn it!" Jake heard Simon mutter under his breath. Looking over, he saw that Simon's paper was full of scribbles. "No matter what, this stuff just doesn't make sense!"

Before Jake could, Rihannon pointed out that he had used the wrong numbers.

"Idiot," the beagle laughed at Simon, "Aren't alligators supposed to be smart?" She swatted his head affectionately.

Sighing, everyone corrected her, "Crocodile."

Then, they looked up as the bell rung.

"Says the girl who can't even pull a B." Simon chuckled, and Jake joined in. She laughs good-naturedly, smiling as she detected the concealed affection in his voice, standing from her seat.

"See ya later, alligator!" The beagle shouted to Simon, winking.

"Crocodile," He corrected her out loud, oblivious to her words' adverb nature, but throwing her a smile. Lovebirds. Jake was walking out of algebra, and as he went down towards the auditorium, his friend, Gio, grabs his arm and yanks him into the classroom to my right.

"Gio! What the hell!?" Jake was not pleased. At all... after all, band was his favorite period. Other than lunch. And what was with the whole yanking me into the dark classroom thing? It was... frankly, sort of creepy.

"Hold up!" The dragon snarled, and he did a double-take. Since when was Gio so nasty? He raised an eyebrow, and Gio appeared to realized how he had seemed.

"Sorry. Thing is..." He trailed off, seeming unsure of how to continue. "...I know about about your little secret."

Now Jake was really confused. It must have shown in his face, as Gio shocked him with what he said next.

"Err... meet me by the bridge over Summit Ave. Don't want people to hear. You should go, before you're late. It would look weird if we both went out at the same time."

On his cue, Jake walked out into the once-bustling hallway. It was now barren, with the exception of a few rushing students, one of which bumped into him, knocking them both down. Was... was that... Simon? Jake hope he hadn't seen him come out.

"Sorry." Simon said, positioning his glasses on his snout. They both stood up. Jake sighed, relieved that Simon didn't seem to have seen his sudden exit of the empty classroom.

"That's alright, but, you're never late to class!" Jake exclaimed.

"Well... it's a long story, but... long story short, I got delayed." Jake didn't catch Simon blushing.

"Oh, well. Let's go to class before we're really late. Mr. Avery would be pissed if we show up five minutes late." He nodded. Today really is strange, he thought...

2:50 PM

Jake couldn't hear himself think over the noise of his homeroom. Everyone was shouting, screaming, laughing, talking... It was Friday afternoon, after all.

"Hey!" Simon tapped Jake's shoulder. Turning around, Jake asked him what was up.

"Not much. Did you see the fight at recess?" Simon asked.

"No. What happened?" his eyes widened. Fights in the cafeteria? Bound to be all over tomorrow's morning news.

"Some human and a fox were at each other's throats! It was wicked, and would you believe who won?" Simon said.

Jake exclaimed, "Not the human!"

"Yep. That fox was down for the count!" Simon said, laughing. Weak humans. can't even punch straight. How could they ever beat a cunning, quick, and powerful fox? Must have been an idiot...

"Lucky! Nothing ever happe-"

The bell rung, cutting Jake off. Everyone got up, as if on cue, and bustled to the door.

"See ya, Simon!" Jake yelled.

"Yeah, see you!"

Since the day was over, Jake was in no rush to get out. All he was going to do was pick out some clothes at Simon's a bit later. But suddenly, he remembered that Gio had asked to meet him by the bridge. That was down the hall, by the exit near the bathroom.

Once everyone had left, Jake made his way down cautiously to the bridge, his tails waving behind him. Gio was waiting there for him, tail sweeping side to side, his black scales gleaming in the afternoon sun. Looked... shady, even demonic. Gio did have a penchant for looking evil, but being childish on the inside. Sorta like a bad-boy costume on a five-year-old panda cub. Except of course, Gio was a dragon.

"Hi." Gio near-whispered.

"Hi." Jake said awkwardly. What could Jake possibly know that he hasn't told his best friend?

"Erm... how do I put this to not sound so blunt?" Gio wondered out loud. Jake blushed.

"Well? What do you know?" Jake presses anxiously.

What Gio would say would take Jake by surprise, ...

3:14 PM or PIE TIME!!!!!

Simon was clearing out his closet, making way for his new clothes. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that it was 3:14.

"He's late." Simon grumbled. Jake was supposed to have come over to look at some clothes that didn't fit him. Jake's lighter, less broad frame could accommodate what clothes no longer fit Simon's larger self. Besides, Jake gave him lunch money for it. Not that that was the only reason. He did like to see Ja-

Then, he heard the door close behind him.

Swerving around, he saw Jake, leaning on his dresser, swinging a set of keys around his index finger.

"Sorry. I let myself in." Jake said cooly.

"Your late." Simon said flatly. "You were supposed to come at three," Simon tried to sound disappointed, but how could he be? The way Jake looked, smoothly postured against his drawer.

Jake shrugged, "Something... came up." Simon raised an eyebrow, but didn't press any further.

"So, what clothes d'ya got for me?" Jake asked, walking towards the bed and taking a seat. Simon walked over to the towering mountain of clothes, careful not to reveal what he was thinking. Pointing out what didn't fit, and what was likelier to fit on Jake, Simon had Jake decide what looked good... or not.

"This looks hot!" Jake exclaimed, picking up a magenta sweater with the 'America' devil on the front.

"Yeah, right!" Simon stifled his laughter. "That thing is two years old!"

"Doesn't look it." Jake murmured. "Should I try it on?"

"Erm... yeah, I guess." Simon said, awkwardly.

"'Kay." Jake said, standing up. Simon watched, wary of Jake's gaze, as Jake stripped himself of his graphic tee. Simon stared in awe at Jake's lean, chiseled figure, at his perfect pecs, sculpted abs. It was like Jake was digitally edited. His golden torso fur took on more of the orange as his tails did, and he looked... looked-

"Pass me the sweater, would you?" Jake asked, looking over his shoulder in Simon's direction. Simon looked down to hide his wild blush. Silently, he handed Jake the sweater. Jake raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem terribly concerned.

"Well, how do I look?" Jake queried. Looking up, Simon saw Jake with said sweater on. He looked... pretty good in it.

"Looking good! Heh, maybe that sweater has some promise after all!" They high-fived.

"Anything else I might like?" Jake wondered out loud as he rummaged through the pile. Picking up a white jacket, he seemed to display interest, until he saw the garish magenta stripe, tossing it to the side.

"Well, how about these pants?" Simon asked, picking up a pair of worn jeans. He thought that they looked pretty cool.

"Those are okay. I have a lot of holed-up jeans." Jake remarked.

"Should I try them on?" Jake asked.

"No! No, no, it's okay, you're right, after all!" Simon said hurriedly. Jake shrugged his shoulders.

Picking up the clothes he selected, he asked Simon if he wanted to come over to his house.

"You mean, your mansion?" They both laughed. Simon lived in an apartment, so Jake's big house certainly looked like a mansion. "Yeah, sure. Just make sure to invite Gio."

"Sure, I'll call him. C'mon, let's go!" Jake exclaimed, opening the door.

3:57 PM

Gio paced around nervously, not sure of what to do now. He had confronted Jake... but is Jake upset? Are they still friends? What had he exactly been trying to accomplish, really?

Gio's phone went off, but he let it ring for a second before he picked up.

"Yeah? Who is this?" Gio asked casually.

"It's me, Jake." Gio froze, cursing his phone for not having Caller ID.

"Uhh... yeah... so, hi." Gio said awkwardly.

"Just calling about our little talk earlier... do you still want to be friends?" Jake's voice, even over the phone, had a twinge of nervousness to it.

There was silence for a minute. Cautiously, Gio said, "Yes. Of course."

Relief was apparent in Jake's voice. "Okay, great. Just checking. The way you held yourself at school, it was like you didn't want to be my friend anymore. Like you... were disgusted." Gio coughed in an effort to hide his embarrassment. "See you in school tomorrow... oh! If you want, come over my house with your Xbox remote, so we can play. I already invited Simon. He's coming."

"Cool! 'Kay, I'll be there." Gio said, happily.

You know, maybe I'm over-thinking it, Gio thought. Let's let this take it's time.

Grabbing a jacket and his controller, stuffing it into his school bag, he walked from his house, down the deserted street, strolling along to Jake's house.

4:23 PM

"Hey, Gio!" Jake exclaimed as his friend walked into his room. Finally, only took him half an hour to walk down the street.

"Yo, Jake! What up?" He said, giving Jake a Hi-5. "Hey, Simon!" Simon nodded.

"My man! So, I'll assume you got the remote?" Jake asked casually, careful not to reveal the underlying tension to Simon.

"Uhh... yeah, sure." Gio stuttered. Slipping it out of his book-bag, he accidentally dropped a notebook out of his bag. He scrambled to pick it up, and... under his scales, was that blushing, Jake thought?

"What was that?" Simon queried. A look passed between Jake and Gio.

"Erm... My bio notebook." He stammered.

Simon seemed to be unconvinced, but didn't ask anything more. Everything just seemed to pause, and the room went quiet.

"What do you want to play?" Jake asked in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

It seemed to work. "Umm... how about GOW?" Simon suggested. In protest, Gio shouted, "No! COD!"

Jake, relieved, let the two argue it out, happy to get the trio back to normal volume. Slipping away beyond their attention, Jake snuck to where Gio had stuck his bag and, quiet as to not be detected, took the mysterious notebook. Stowing it away between his mattress and box-spring, he rejoined the others.

"Have you deci..." Jake trailed off as he saw the two yanking each others scales and scratching at the other's stomaches. Swearing under his breath, he cleared his throat. Immature brats...

Looking up, the two blushed under their scales. Pointing to Gio, Simon whined, "He started it."

"Liar!" Gio squealed.

"Seriously, what are you? Children?!" Jake scolded, trying to hide the amusement in his voice. Honestly, those two acted like infants, sometimes.

"Yes." Simon said. They all broke down laughing.

"Still got three more years, don't we?" Gio managed to say between bouts of laughter. Okay, maybe we all could act a little immature, Jake thought. They proceeded to play... but I won't bore you with bloody gore.

7:28 PM

Hours of nonstop violence and bloodshed passed, and it had gotten considerably late. Suddenly, Gio's pocket vibrated. Whipping out his phone, he proceeded to talk to whomever had dared to call him.

Exchanging looks, Jake and Simon tried to figure out who it could possibly be.

"Oh, damn it." putting down the phone, Gio cursed, more to himself than to the others. "Sorry, I have to go. I have an appointment." Gio said.

"Fine, see ya. Tell your mom I said hi!" Jake yelled as Gio walked out the door. Darn.

Standing up, Simon walked over to the bed and sprawled himself.

"You're not going to sleep, are you?" Jake asked in disbelief.

"Naw. Just felt like lying down." Simon clarified.

"Whatever. Just move over." Jake said, heaving himself off the ground. He sat on his plush mattress, and adjusted himself into a lying position.

"It's not as fun without Gio, is it?" Simon wondered out loud. Thinking on it, Jake asked Simon if that meant Simon would just go home.

"Nah." Came Simon's response. "I hate being home. Depressing as hell."

"Hmm..." Jake murmured. What to do... He was honestly bored, too. It seemed to make the room so... quiet. When Gio left, that is.

"Why don't we go to the park?" Simon asked. "I got my soccer ball at home."

"No," Jake sighed. "Not in the mood for soccer." Glancing outside, he added, "And definitely not the weather."

"Err... How about... wanna grab something to eat? I'm starving!" Simon suggested, putting a hand on his stomach. Truthfully, Jake was hungry, too.

"Sure." Jake said, standing up. "Let's go." Jake didn't mention the fact that going out to eat kind of sounded like a date, since he didn't want to sound stupid if he was way wrong, or that Simon sort of looked nervous. Besides, Simon wasn't...

He was dating Rhiannon, right? And, he has Playboy magazines in his drawer, under a false bottom. And, besides, Simon just... He wasn't...

Jake was distracted as thoughts raced through his head, but he refused to let it show to Simon how distraught he was...

"Is... something the matter?" Simon asked. Damn it. Why the hell did Simon need to be so damn attentive to everyone's feelings?!

"Erm... naw, everything's fine." Jake lied, desperately praying that Simon, like usual, would simply stop asking after one attempt.

"Whatever." Jake was deeply relieved, and the pair started walking again. How could he tell his very best friend that he thought Simon was gay? Then again...

"Come on, Jake. You're just standing there!" Simon looked concerned. Jake realized that he had been lingering at the base of his stairs. "You sure you're all right?"

"Oh, yeah. Perfectly fine." Fuck. He had to stop spacing out.

"If you say so..." Simon said pensively.

"We should go." Jake said briskly, walking past Simon to get to the crocodile's car. Simon frowned.

7:39 PM

Getting into the driver's seat, Simon proceeded to turn the car on, thankful for his license. But... Jake seemed to be distraught over something. Though he wasn't one to pry, Simon was determined to decipher Jake's cryptic mood.

"Where do you want to eat?" He asked.

"Dunno. Fast-food joint?" Jake suggested, not really seeming to be listening.

"Which fast-food joint?" Simon pressed. Jake opened his eyes slightly wider, which he did when he was deep in thought.

"Erm... I want Burger King. You?" Jake asked.

"Perfect. That's pretty close, but we'l take the car. It's chilly outside." Simon said, staring at the thick blanket of snow on the grass. At least the city had cared to clean the snow off the road.

"'Kay." Jake agreed, not really seeming to care.

It was a short walk, but they made it to Burger King. Pulling up to the ordering machine, he stopped to listen for their cue.

"Hello, good evening, welcome to Burger King, may I take your order?"

"Hello. I'll take a number 3, medium, with a large coke." He stated with clarity.

"Okay, will that be all?" The voice asked.

"No." He said to the machine. Leaning over to Jake, he queried, "What do you want?"

"I don't know. Don't care, honestly. Whatever you ordered, I guess." Jake mumbled, barely audible.

"Sorry. Double what I ordered." Simon spoke to the machine.

"No problem. Will that complete your order?" The voice asked politely.

"Yes." Simon said. He pulled up, picking up the food. He then proceeded to ask Jake wether he would like to eat in the car, or go to his house.

"Let's park over at the park area over there." jake said, pointing at a single parking spot by a small, wooded area. Simon was shocked that Jake had become so happy and conscious. Although, Simon couldn't help but be relieved.

7:48

Jake was in a far better mood then before. After all, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He looked up from his meal, to see Simon biting into a Whopper. He giggled. Simon looked so ridiculous, his face stuffed with meat, pickles, onions, cheese and tomatoes.

"You seem to have perked up." Simon pointed out.

Jake, snatching one of his own fries, replies, "Yeah, I know. Sorry about the trouble I gave you earlier."

Taking a bite of his hamburger, he continues, "My day was really... interesting. I've just had a lot on my mind. But, I cleared it away. Hate being so sulky."

"Well, it's great that... you got your head... cleared of all that... nonsense and stuff." Simon said between bites.

After drinking some soda, Jake carefully replied, "I don't now if you could call it nonsense." He ate the last remains of his hamburger.

"Sorry." Simon apologized. Jake shook his head.

"No need to apologize." Jake quickly said. "But... in all seriousness, I wanted to ask you something."

Simon, after nibbling on some fries, replied. "Yes? What is it?"

"See..." Jake started.

7:56 PM

Simon could immediately tell that something was off. Not like before, but... Jake seemed disturbed.

"Well, the thing is, I don't really want to go home tonight. Could I sleep at your place?" Jake asked.

Simon froze. Doing a double-take, he made certain his ears hadn't deceived him. No, Jake really had asked to sleep at his place.

"Well?" Jake asked anxiously. Simon coughed.

"Umm... yeah, I guess. Oh, but my mom is out on a business trip. So, she's not home." Simon had to think of a way to not allow Jake to stay over, a reason, without flat-out saying no.

"I don't mind." Jake said plainly. Damn it! What else...

"Sometimes it gets hot!" Simon spurted out. Wait a minute... it was winter! What the hell was he thinking?!

"Are you trying to make me decide not to go?" Jake asked, head cocked to the side, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't want me over, you can just say so."

Simon felt light-headed. He was trapped in a corner.

"Oh, just checking if you'd be fine..?" He left off on more of a question than he'd liked to, and sounded unconvincing, but hopefully it would do.

"All right." Jake smiled, seeming oblivious. Simon gave a sigh of relief. But, he was still very much nervous. What if Jake finds something better off staying hidden? Oh, look at that, getting all prophetic. Get ahold of yourself!

"So... will you drive there?" Jake asked. "My stepdad... is out. And my sister will be out partying until she gets drunk at her boyfriend's house." Jake chuckled. Simon tried to join in with the intent of creating some sort of illusion that he was perfectly calm.

"Yeah, sure. Buckle up." Simon boomed. Jake giggled.

8:12

Opening the door, Simon let Jake into the dark apartment. He then turned on the lights, casting illumination in the home.

"Well, we're here." Simon said.

"Hmm..." Jake was pensive. He hadn't thought this through, had he? Where was he to sleep?

"So, got any idea where you will sleep?" Simon asked, voicing Jake's own concerns.

"Not a clue." Jake mumbled.

"Well, we can think about that later." Simon affirmed. "It's only eight-fifteen. We have plenty of time." Jake was relieved.

As if on instinct, they went to the living room and turned on the TV.

"Plenty of movies to watch. You wanna?" Simon asked. Nodding, Jake picked up the remote and flipped through the channels. Lifetime? Nah, too shallow. Disney? Way too childish.

"Why are you going through those channels?" Simon laughed. "Here, how's about TNT?"

"Transformers is on. Sounds good." Jake piped up. Better than nothing, at least...

"I'll go get some popcorn!" Simon shouted, standing up. Jake stayed behind. Time to plan his work... then work his plan, after the movie.

"Got it!" Jake jumped. He hadn't seen Simon come back. He held a bowl of popcorn.

"You don't mind sharing, do you?" Simon queried, suddenly nervous. Jake shook his head.

"The movie's gonna start!" Jake shouted.

9:47

How long was this movie, exactly? Simon grew weary of the fighting, the repeated storyline from a movie he had watched only too many times. He reached over and grabbed a bunch of popcorn.

"Hey." Jake said, sounding concerned. Looking over, he asked Jake what was wrong.

"I don't remember this happening. Optimus should be dead!" Jake shrieked. Simon turned his gaze to the TV once more, and saw, much to his disbelief, a warped storyline from what he had been accustomed to.

"What the-" Simon started to say, but shut his mouth. He wasn't helping, was he? Besides, he wouldn't be so bored anymore.

"Maybe these are deleted scenes?" Jake suggested. Sounded plausible. Simon reached for the popcorn, but instead felt something furry.

"Oh, sorry!" Jake exclaimed, blushing.

"Don't apologize." Simon said. He reached for the popcorn once more. This time, something warm was on top of his hand.

"Wha-?" Simon was shocked. Jake was holding his hand. He snapped his gaze to Jake, who now had a sly grin.

"I just had a great idea." Jake said, shifting the bowl to the side. He got on all fours and crawled over to Simon.

"Wha- What are you doing?!" simon yelped. Sweat poured down his head, and he felt a wild blush play across his face.

"Something I have wanted to do for a long time." Jake said, sneakily licking his lips.

Backing up, he watched in a mixture of fear and... attraction, was it? - as Jake came closer. Now, Jake was practically on top of him.

"Oh, Simon." Jake said. Simon's heart was pounding inside of his chest.

"Simon..?" Jake sounded a bit more forceful. Simon noticed subtle things had changed. The popcorn was gone. The TV was off.

"Simon!" Simon bolted upright, torn from his nightmare... or was it..?

"The movie's over. You must have conked out at some point in the movie." Jake looked relieved.

He had only been dreaming. Simon took a deep sigh of relief.

"Now onto the dilemma... no, not the movie!" Jake swatted Simon playfully on the side of the head. "I mean, where will I sleep?"

"Oh, right!" Simon suddenly remembered. "Umm... the couch?"

"Err... it's a bit small, isn't it?" Jake looked worried. "How about on your mom's bed?"

"No... my mom told me not to go in there." Simon denied.

"What she doesn't know can't hurt her." Jake teased.

Laughing, Simon continued, "Believe me. She will be able to."

"Oh." Jake looked stumped. "But... where will I sleep, then?"

"I have no idea." Simon sighed. Now what?

"Well... there is one thing." Jake brightened up. what could he possibly have thought of?

"I could sleep in your bed." Simon was flabbergasted.

"What?" Simon pressed.

"Well, we have been friends since we were born." Jake said, shrugging his shoulders. "Why not?"

Simon looked away in an effort to hide his deep blush. "Umm... sure, I guess."

"We should get some sleep. Don't want to be cranky in the morning!" Jake said. Simon nodded, blushing.

"Come on, my room is this way." simon said, beckoning Jake down the hall, to a room at the end.

"I know how to get there, silly! I've been here a million times!" Jake laughed.

10:01

"'Kay." Simon said, opening the door for Jake. "Sorry for the mess."

Jake laughed. "It's quite all right. Not like you had much time to tidy up, anyways." Simon shrugged his shoulders"

"Could have..." He said weakly.

"Well, at least your bed isn't messy. Come on, you can tidy up later." Jake sung.

"Okay." Simon conceded.

"Oh, is it all right if I sleep in my boxers?" Jake asked, plainly.

Simon blushed as he said, "Yeah sure. I was going to ask the same thing."

"Okay."

Simon pretended to be busy and look away as Jake took off his shirt and pants. Simon didn't dare risk a glance.

"Okay. Your turn, or are you gong to sleep in your full clothing?" Jake teased.

Simon's blush went from a moderate shade of pink to flush scarlet. He nodded quickly, taking off his jacket, shirt and jeans, oblivious to the pair of eyes watching him.

"All right, move over." Simon sat on the bed, adjusting himself into a lying position alongside Jake.

"You have enough cover, right?" Simon asked Jake. He nodded.

Jake yawned. "All right, Simon, good night.

"Good night!" Simon replied.

"Mission accomplished." Jake whispered, inaudible to his friend. This was not his intention when he woke up that day... but, with his new knowledge, he fell soundly asleep beside his friend.