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Ok, this is my first story ever, so please, please let me know what you think. If people like it, then ill write a chapter 2.

I would like to thank my amazing mate poeticfox for letting me use his fursona, and for the original idea for the story. Love you baby!

Again, i highly recommend your feedback, positive or negative

I in no way, shape, or form claim rights to the song 'how you remind me'. that song belongs to the amazing band nickleback

Enjoy!

Have you ever had that point in your life where it seems like everything and everyone is just plotting against you? That the higher power is just out to make your life miserable? That sometimes you wonder why you even bother getting out of bed, knowing that the day is going to consist of you questioning your existance and your role on this earth? That's the point where I'm at in my life. I guess you could call it depression, lonliness, or anything else like that.

My average day would begin with my alarm clock waking me up at 7 A.M., getting up, taking a shower, eating breakfast with my roommate, driving to class, then at work at the worst job imaginable from 1:30 P.M. to 6:30 P.M., come home to eat some boring microwavable tv dinner. Then I would crawl back into bed and rub one out and fall back asleep.

Yep, I'm living the dream.

That was one of these days. I woke up at the regular time. I layed there for a while with the alarm clock blaring the traditional BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP until i finally reached over and slammed my fist on the top to shut it off momentarilly. I then slowly do a lazy sit up and yawn, showing the world my tonsils while stretching my arms high above my head, trying to work out some of the sleepiness out of my upper body. After my post sleep stretch i swing my legs over the side of my bed and onto the floor, where i hold that position until my alarm clock starts up again letting me know my sleeping in time is done until i reach over and flip the switch, shuttinng it off.

With that i decide to get my naked body up and walk to the shower. And yes, i do sleep naked. It's far more comfortable than having some piece of fabric running up my ass when I'm trying to sleep. Anyways, i stand up out of bed and walk slowly and drearily to the bathroom across the hall, where i ran into my roommate, Tony. Tony was A 5'11 dalmation with the classic white fur and black spots all over. He weighed about 160 lbs., and had medium length dark brown head fur. He had been my best friend since we were kids, even though he was a few years older than me. I met him when i was 6 and he was 9. We lived on the same street when we were kids and had done everything outside of school together. Swam, played games with other children, everything you could think of a kid doing with his best friend, we did. We even experemented with each other a little bit. It was awkward afterwards a little bit, but we got over it and even got a little closer. If you havent realised it, then yes, i am gay. Tony knew this and supported it. After all, he helped me realize it. After our little experimintation i asked if we could do it again, but he just said "sorry man, just wasn't really my thing". That was when i was 13, and he was 15. For about a year after that i developed a huge crush on him. But when he started going out with three different girls at a time, and became a man-whore, I convinced myself that it couldn't work out with him, so Itried to get over it. And eventually, I did.

He looks over to me and looks down to my fully exposed sexual reproductive organs, then back to me. "dude. I don't mind if you sleep naked, but please put on some boxers or something when you leave your room. You may like to look at others guys junk but i don't." We messed with each other like that. Making small jokes here and there. We didn't mean anything bad by it, it's just what we did to mess with the other person

i just gruned in response as i stopped and let him go by. We had seen each other naked several times, so it didn't affect me at all.

Once he passed by me, towards the kitchen i make a turn in the other direction and walk down the hall to the end to the bathroom at the end of the hall. I then close the door and look in the mirror. I start to study my appereance. What i saw was a fairly decent sight. I still had quite a bit of musceles left, but i was nowhere close to 'ripped'. I was a husky with black fur on my back, and the tops of my arms, legs and of my tail. My tummy fur was white, going from my nose pad, where it seems like the fur around it was split in half from black and white, down my chest, stomach, and my groin area. The bottom side of my arms legs and tail were white. Anywhere my white fur met with my black fur, was a grey line. I was roughly 6'3, with really broad shoulder. Most people were intimidated about my size, but I've never picked a fight with anybody in my life, and the few fights I've been in has consisted of me only defending myself. I really don't like hurting people. Then i looked up to my dark blue orbs that are the 'entrance to my soul' as some people said. I then turned my attention to my short, black head fur that i usually kept spiked up.

After inspecting my own reflection in the mirror i moved to the shower and turned it on to the right amount of hot water and cold. When it felt right i climbed in and let the warm water fall over my tired body. As i stand there in the shower i think back to what caused my to be stuck here, and not at home with my parents, like most furs were at my age. Me coming out to my parents. When i came out to them, my mother just started crying, while my dad got furious and starte throwing things, breaking things, and then he started to come at me. It's just a good thing he made me go to martial arts classes when i was little, so he was easy to defend attacks from. My mom eventually calmed him down when she got a hold of herself. Then we all got our heads right and started talking and came to an agreement. I would attend the local college until i graduated. I would also have to find a place of my own to live. They would also set me up with a car to get around in. But other than that, I was on my own. They didn't want to be living in the same house as a 'queer' , but they also didn't want to be 'the people who dis-owned their homosexual son.' Recently Tony had moved out of his parents place and was looking for a roomate in his apartment, so i called him up and he was more than happy to have me move in with him.

During my mental reminiscence i had grabbed the soap and had started to rub it in my fur. Me and my mom still talk every now and then, but my dad wanted nothing to do with me. I think the only reason he agreed on what we did was because mom had so much power in..... the...*AHEM*....relationship, and they were pretty well off financial wise.

After washing off the soap i stood there for a moment and let the warm water wash over me. I then turned off the water, climbed out, grabbed a towel and started to dry myself off. After dryed i walked out with the towel wrapped around my waiste to spare Tony the possible sight of my balls and sheath.

I walk into my room and close the door. I walk over to the dresser and pull out some clothes. A white designer t-shirt, some grey boxer briefs, and some dark blue jeans. After getting dressed i walk out of my room and to the kitchen where Tony is sitting, enjoying some cheerios. "mornign Tony" i say a little more cheerful than i sounded earlier, but not by much.

"Think It's a little too late for that greeting Cody. Afterall, Iv'e already seen you today, more than i would like to."

"oh come on. You know you loved the show" i reply in a mocking tone.

"you wish. Now if you were a woman, then maybe"

"hah! If i were a woman, then you'd have already mated me and had me move out." i reply back quickly. "man-whore"

"you wish you got as much action as i do. You're going on a.....what? eight month dry spell?"

"nine months, and two weeks in a couple days. Ever since me and Bryan broke up."

"oohhh yeah. That guy was an asshole."

"Tell me something i dont know" i say as i finish making the bowl of lucky charms i had been making during that conversation.

I sit down across from Tony and start eating my cereal. As i eat my breakfast i see him looking up to me with a questioning look that I know is his way of saying "I wanna ask you a question but im afraid to". He gives me that look for a few minutes until i finally put my spoon down and look up at him and ask "ok. What are you thinking?"

"well.....It's just that.....It's been nine months since Bryan dumped you. I know it hurts...but......well.....I think It's time for you to move on with your life"

i sigh to myself, knowing he's right. Bryan had dumped me because he said i was too clingy, and because he said we 'moved too fast'. I tried to convince him that i could change, but he said that furs can't change who they are. Had I loved him? Yes. Do i still think about that sexy little beagle at night in my 'private time'? Yes. But do i feel bad about it afterwards? Hell yes! He was one of the sexiest, cutest doggies i had ever seen, but he had the personality of a dead tree. I hated myself for falling in love with a dog like him. But you can't control your feelings like that. He was a nice piece of ass. Nothing else. But that didn't keep my from going through a depressive state once he dumped me, something i still haven't shaked off entirely.

"what are you talking about? I have moved on!" i reply, trying to get him to drop the subject

Didn't work

"Cody. You have not moved on. I still hear you crying at night. I can still see the ping of sadness in your eyes, especially when you see a couple holding hands or kissing. You may tell me you're over him, but i can tell you're not. Tonight we're going to that club. What's it called? The rainbow hall?"

"the rainbow room." I say reluctantly

"that's it! Yeah, tonight after you get home from work, we're getting dressed up, and I'm taking you to 'The Rainbow room', and you're going to pick some guy up, and get his number. Maybe even bring him back here if you're lucky" he says with a wink.

That really surprised me. A straight guy, willing to take gay guy out to a gay club. Even if i was like his brother, most straight guys were not going to go anywhere near the infamous club known to be the popular hang out spot for all gay men, usually bottoms, flamers, and everything else of the like.

"why so eager to go there? Got something you gotta tell me?"

"Bro you know me. Im the pussy destroyer!" he was refering to the nickname he was given by one of his friends in highschool. Most people viewed him as a 'playa', and they'd be right.

I just chuckle in response as he keeps looking at me. "Tony, we're not going to 'The Rainbow Room'. What if you get seen?" i do a fake girly gasp "your reputation as a wanna be pimp would be ruined!" i say in a fake girly voice, obviously mocking him.

"I don't care what excuse you come up with. We are going!" he said with a sternness i recognised as a voice he got when he made up his mind. And when he makes up his mind, there's no way in hell you're changing it.

"Bro. I told you. We're NOT going!" i say getting a little angry, getting up and taking my bowl to the sink. Without another word I walk into the living room and sit on the couch, where my shoes are at. I quickly pull on my shoes and my ankle brace on my left foot paw. I then walk to the coat rack and pull on my black, zip-up hoodie. I pull it on and zip it all the way up. I then turn to Tony, still sitting at the table, not moved since i got at "look, im sorry but im just not ready to meet new people. I just wanna come home and have another quiet night with you, if you dont have another bitch coming over. Now im running late so i gotta go. I'll see you tonight." i say then walk to the door, open it, walk through and close it.

I walk down the hallway to the stairs, and quickly walk down the three story walk to the ground level, completley calmed down now. Once i got to the ground level i make my way to the parking lot, and over to my car. The best thing in my life, other than tony, was my car. It was a 2010 chevy cobalt. It was silver, my favorite car color. It was a fairly small car, but it suited me just fine. I had gotten used to sitting about 3 feet off the ground. It was fast, easy to maneuver, and good on gas mileage. So it was perfect for me.

I sit in the driver seat and plug in my Iphone 3GS into the car AUX port. I may not have too many nice things, but my phone is one of the luxuries i can afford after spending my money on necessities like gas, bills and food. Other than this, I dont really spend money on anything else. I turn on nickleback's 'how you remind me' and begin my journey to class.

As I make my way down the road I get lost in the music while focusing on the road

"this is how you remind me of what i really am

this is how you remind me of what i really am

its not like you, to say youre sorry

i was waiting on a different story

this time in, mistaken, for handin you a heart worth breakin

and ive been wronged, ive been down, to the bottom of every bottle

these five words in my head scream 'are we having fun yet?'"

The chorus to this song always makes me think about my past with Bryan. He was an asshole to me and always thought he was in the right.He was just looking for some fun, while i was looking for something a little more serious. And when he dumped me, i was in that depressive state where i spent almost my entire life savings on alcohol. Yep, he fucked my up alright.

"It's not like you didn't know that

i said i love you and i swear i still do

and it must have been so bad

cause livin with me must have damn near killed you"

I didn't even realize he was unhappy, i thought i made him happy, and he told me he did. I told him i loved him, and a part of me just can't let go.

I keep driving forward and listen to the music, but this time a little more absent minded and get lost in the music again. Music has helped me cope with several hard times in my life. When my parents basically kicked me out, my time of depression after Bryan. When i was in highschool i played the Alto saxophone in the school band, i still have it and play it sometime, but Tony really hates it and only allows me to play it when he's out.

I pull up to the college and find my typical parking spot and pull up and park my car. I unplug my phone and stick it into my pocket with my keys as i stand up, and stretch my legs. I open the trunk and pull out my book for my first class today. It's monday, so i have English 2, and U.S. History. I didn't mind english, but i loved History. So i figured it was a pretty good way to start off my week.

I make my way to the building in which my first class is. Once i reach the door i see the normal crowd of furs. I make my way through the crowd until i reach my first class where i see my teacher, mr Green, a tall, thin german shepard sitting at his desk in front of the class, happily sorting through his papers. Right as i enter the class he looks up to me and smiles "ahh! Cody! Hows my favorite student today?" he asks with a smile on hus muzzle.

"ehh same old same old" i say trying to put on a fake smile. He Doesn't buy it.

"oh come now Cody, nothing exciting happen lately?"

"not at all" i say sadly.

"well im sorry to hear that!"

"why are you in such a good mood?" i ask suspiciously "you having an affair?"

the sheppie starts laughing loudly "no no, nothing like that. See when i was a kid i lived in michigan, and there was this amazing coffee shop. It was a small, family owned buisness who had the best coffee ever! Well last night i was on my way home when i saw the logo of the coffee shop. I hadn't had their coffee in years, so i immediately pull in. And get some coffee. I've had 3 cups since then and i plan on getting another after classes today. You should go check it out!" he explains to me. I drink coffee on occasion, but not much.

"hhmmmm.... maybe. Where's it at?"

"it's at the corner of 2nd street and memorial road" he says happily, his tail now wagging madly

"well i did have a tough time falling asleep last night. And i do have to work after class. I think ill give it a try" i say after thinking it over.

"thats great! Let me know how you like it! Now, class is about to start so go take your seat"

i nod to him in agreement and turn around and start looking for an open seat. I see an open one with nobody around it so i quickly walk up the stairs to the seat and sit down with my book, pencil and notebook. I sit there for a few moments, just watching the familiar looking furs make their way to their various seats. Once everyone was seated mr. Green walks over to the door, shuts it and starts his lesson.

I numbly listen to the lecture and take notes on the things that sound important or are emphasised by mr. Green. I'm pretty good at english so the lesson isn't anything too challenging that i have to write down everything he says.

After the lesson i walk back to my car and grab my history book, and have to walk fairly quickly to my next class so im not late. I reach the building of my history class and quickly open the door and continue my journey into the building. From there its just a walk down the first hall on the right to my class. Once i get to my class i turn in and notice mrs. Lewis sitting at her desk with a warm smile on her face. She see me enter the door and nods to me in greeting. I politely nod back and take my seat for the class.

The stereotypical college teacher doesn't really exist at this college. Most of them are nice people who i can normally stand. I think to myself as i sit at my desk, eyeing the student body, and checking out the cuter guys in the room. None really catch my eye. It's a shame, ever since Tony pushed me to start looking for "some action" as he would call it, I've been looking for someone, but nobody seems to stand out.

Once mrs. Lewis starts her lesson, the class seems to fly by. This one always does, sadly. Once i get released from the class i head out to my car and check the time. It's 12:45, which gives me just over an hour to get some lunch, and get to work. I kept my uniform at my locker at work. I climb in my car and head to one of my typical lunch spots. This time subway, where i sit and eat my lunch.

That's when i remember the coffee shop Mr. Green recommended to me. I decide to check it out, simply out of curiosity and desire to get myself a new routine in my day, since i usually had about 20 minutes from the time i finished lunch to when i had to be at work, and since the coffee shop is on my way to work, i figured why not?

Once i finished my lunch i left the fast food restaurant and went to the store. I didn't expect anythin spectacular, or out of the ordinary with this shop, but i really had no idea what to expect. Guess ill find out in about 5 minutes.

I reach the coffee shop and see the store is called 'Express Coffee Shack' with a picture of a blue coffee cub with fire behind it, I guess to insinuate that the coffee cup is moving pretty fast. I park my car in the lot and step outside to the cool air around me. I close the car door and head inside.

Once inside i see that the store is empty, it weren't for the 'OPEN' sign in front i would have assumed they were closed. I walk over to the counter and take note of the modern store look. With tables, a bar at one end with these funky looking stool that presumably spin which were of different colors. The humble little coffee shop was simply that, a humble little coffee shop.

When i reach the counter i see their list of drinks and decide to order a medium regular black coffee, as soon as i can find some service. At that, i hear a faint giggle from somewhere in the depths of the shop. "uhm.....HELLO?" I call out to hopfully an employee. After i say that i hear someone jump from their chair, as if startled, then i hear quick foot steps in the quiet shop.

What turned the corner was a fox. And not just a regular fox, this fox had got to be the cutest guy i had seen in a while! He looked like he was about....eehhhh 5'10, maybe 5'11, and pretty thin, but i could see some growing musceles under his fur. He had orange fur, but with a little but of a red flare to it. He had medium brown head fur, with dirty blonde highlights, mainly in his bangs, which were slightly in his eyes. His tail was pretty big, poofy and pretty long. It was the same color as the rest of his fur, and faded to white at the tip. To cut it short, he was sexy as fuck!

I couldn't let him get away, at least not without a little flirting! Even if he was straight!

"Hello sir! And welcome to Express Coffee Shack, what can i get you?" he asked as he got to the counter. I heard him, but the words had no cognitive meaning to them, as i saw his eyes. His eyes were this amazing emerald green color. They looked like thet even reflected when the sun hit it just right!

"Uhmmm....sir?"

as he says that I snap out of my daze and realize it was my turn to say something. "Oh! Uhm....sorry. I'll have the...." as i say that my mind goes blank and i completley forget what i was gonna order. And without thinking i continued with "a medium cappacino!" i mentally slapped myself. I had never had a Cappacino, and had no idea what they tasted like!

"oooooo my favorite! Coming right up!" i says cheerfully.

I can't help but stare at his tail as makes my order. It was like i was mesmerized, following it back and forth with my eyes. I heard him say something but, again, didn't register that they meant anything. So i asked "oh im sorry what? I was a little distracted"

He turns around and asks "would you like whipped cream on that?"

I smile and nod my head "sure"

"so what were you distracted by?" he asks curiously. "if you dont mind me asking"

The question caught me off guard, I really wasnt expecting him to make small talk. "oh uhmm...i was thinking about how lucky i am to be served by such a good looking fox."

As i say that i see him drop the cup he was filling up and cappacino goes everywhere on the floor. As he bends down to clean it up, i can see a faint blush from beneath his fur. I smile to myself as I see the blush, a taletell sign that he doesnt mind my flirting.

I gasp as i realise what happened and rush around the corner to help him clean it up, being the gentlefur I try so hard to be. As i get to the otherside of the counter i grab a towel and start to clean it up. He then looks up and sees me here helping him. I look up to him as he sees and i can see hi blush is still just as strong. His exoression is one of wonder, and amazment. "here, Let me help you." i say as i look back down to the mess and start cleaning. That seems to snap him out of it.

"you.....really......don't need to" he says quietly

"I know. But i want to" i say smiling

"Well....ok" he says quietly

He's the shy type.

I like the shy type.

They're so cute!

As we finish cleaning the mess I stand back up, and he wipes up what littles remaining. As he stande up he kinda leans his head forward a little and as he stand up, the top of his muzzle runs right across the front of my pants, rubbing againts my hidden secrets inside. He realises this and backs away instantly

"Oh my god! Im so sorry! I didn't mean to......i didn't know i was.......oh god....please don't think i was...."

I cut him off with a paw on the shoulder and looking him in the eye with a friendly, real smile. The first real smile i've had in a while. "Hey, it's ok! It was an accident, Accidents happen." I say in a friendly tone. He goes from nervous and scared to shy again. Which i found adorable!!

"uhm...ok. Well, just give me that towel and ill go put it in the sink" he says quietly. As i hand him the towel our paws touch, and i feel and see him jump, presumably from our touch. After i give him the towel he quickly scurries off to the back of the shop and i head back around to the other side of the counter.

When he returns he grabs another cup "so......cappacino...right?" he asks nervously

"yup" i reply with a smile "so what's your name?"

"s-skylar" he stuttered.

"hmmmm..i like that name. It suites you. Cute name for a very cute guy" i flirt again

"uuuu...th-thanks" he stutters again, with another blush coming on.

"Well im Cody. It't nice to meet you Skylar." i say smiling.

"y-y-you too Cody". He replies quietly.

"so how old are you?" i ask politely, hoping it doesn't sound too creepy, but i had to be sure the person i was flirting with was legal.

"uhmmmm........nineteen. Why do you ask?" he says as he comes back to the counter with my cappacino.

"well i was just curious if you were around my age. Which, luckily, you are" i say happily and with a wink.

I see him blush under his fur again and I cant help but smile at it. I take my cappicino from the counter and take a quick, small drink. Mmm that's pretty good i thought

"that'll be 3.67 please" he says quietly, still looking at anything but me.

I pull out my wallet and dig out a $5 bill and hand it to him. "keep the change cutie" i say as he takes the bill and blushes again. I check the clock and see i'm due to work in ten minutes "i gotta go, but....maybe we'll see each other around sometime" i say hopefully

this time he looks up to me as if hes surprised 'yeah...yeah i'd like that" he says a little louder than before.

I start to turn and walk away but turn to him and smile and say "see you later, skylar" i say with a wink as i walk out the door.

'Well, i think my life is going to get a little more interesting from here on.' i think to myself on my way to my car, to continue my normal day.

Well what'd you think? Good? Bad? Masterpiece? Crap? let me know please!!