How was your day? Intro.
#1 of I gave you all.
I've decided to try and write down every idea. No point in just pushing at to the back so I can lose interest.
Anyway, I know it's short but it is just an intro.
I will continue this but still going to focus more on my other stories, this is more of a little side hobby.
Vic sat on the couch, waiting. He sighed and looked around the flat he shared with his partner. Shared. In actuality it was his partner who paid the bills, bought the food. Brought in the income. Vic was just along for the ride. He didn't even have a job, despite repeated attempts to apply.
'I'm just a parasite.' _He remembered that fateful conversation. '_Living off Ollie's kindness and generosity. And see how I repay him. I'm a horrible person.'
'No you're not.' Was the reply. 'Never think that.'
His thoughts were broken by the sound of the door opening. His tail shifted as he heard Ollie enter the flat. he leaped to his feet and rushed to greet him, almost tackling him into a hug as soon as he removed his coat. Ollie laughed as he was engulfed in white fur and hugged back after releasing his coat, leeting it drop to the floor. he buried his face and nuzzled into the soft white fur on Vics chest.
"Hey, hun. How was your day?" Ollie asked finally, as Vic loosened the hug but still held him close. Giggling again as he was licked on the nose.
"It was good." The white fox replied, releasing him. "How about you?"
At this Ollies smile faded some, he rubbed his eyes and sighed deeply. Before walking over to and collapsing on the worn couch.
"Tiring...very, very tiring." He lay back and rested his head on a cushion. Closing his eyes and exhaling deeply. "Could you please get me a drink? I could really do with a good cup of tea."
"Sure thing." Vic kissed him on the forehead before padding off towards the kitchen. Once he was busy with the kettle he called out; "I didn't have time to make dinner because I was out all day and it's a bit late to start now. How do you feel about a takeaway?"
Ollie smiled and laughed softly. "Sounds good. Anything in mind?"
Vic thought for a second before saying; "I'll tell you what. Why don't you decide? It's your money after all. What do you want? Chippie? Indian?"
"Surprise me." Ollie replied. "Help yourself to my wallet, it's in my coat pocket."
"Okay, thanks." Vic walked into the loungue and passed Ollie a steaming hot mug. Ollie sat up and smiled in thanks.
"Oh by the way..." _Ollie interjected _"you said you were out all day." Vic nodded. "What were you doing?"
Vic stoped moving and hesitated before answering, he stuttered slightly. "Oh, um...I just went to um...check out some job openings." He paused to think. Shuffling his paws over the carpet, pulling at the fur on his arm nervously. "I uh...also went out to see some friends."
"Okay, That's good. You never seem to socialise much since..." Ollie trailed off. then quickly changed the direction of the discussion._ "Can I ask which friends?"_.
"Oh, just friends." Vic said quickly. He was now digging in Ollie's coat for money. "Anyway, I need to get going before the chippie closes. Bye hun."
"Hey, you were supposed to surprise me." Ollie pouted.
"Sorry." Vic grinned, closing the door.
Once Vic left, Ollie let out a gut-wrenching sigh. He knew there was something wrong with Vic, something he wasn't telling him. And was beginning to dread what it was. But he trusted him. he would always trust him. Besides, he had his own secrets he was hiding from Vic, painful secrets...
(To be continued...(Probably).)