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***** UPDATE IS HERE! *****

I am really going to start working on this again, summer vaction gives me 2+ whole months to work on "unnamed"!!!!

Really glad to be back writing.

Chapter 2, I really changed things up this time around. Chapter 3 is being re-worked! Your input is always welcome!

Thanks!

Chapter Two

"oh, this is for you..."

Later that day, I ran into Sean. By the looks of it, he didn't seem too happy to see me.

"Hey, Sean. What's got you looking so down", I ask him. He took to the left. I followed.

"Leave me be. I don't want to be bothered."

I grabbed his shoulder and tried to turn him around. He swatted my paw away.

He looked into my eyes. They were glowing, it seemed like. Like emerald jewels in his skull.

"What's the problem, dude? Why are you so angry," I asked him in a reassuring tone.

"Its... vicky. She seems like she is ignoring me again. I don't know what to do."

Vicky is Sean's girlfriend. She is a nice, smaller wolf. She is gray, like Sean, and they both have a similar fur pattern.

"Dude, I have told you over, and over again, she is not worth your while. She is a conniving little snoop and a bad influence," I told Sean.

Its funny, really. That he comes straight to me for relationship advice. If he can't manage it, then he doesn't need it. And me saying to Sean that Vicky is a bad influence is really a 'knee-slapper', especially so, because it may be the other way around! Sean tells me almost everything, and one of those things falls under the category of 'cyber-sex' and what they do over webcam chat. When Sean and Vicky first met, they met at a family reunion. She came as a friend, with his cousin. So before she moved here, they talked online all the time. Cruze and I would constantly give him shit about it, really because he would be glued to his fucking phone screen 24/7.

"I bed she's whoring herself around again. I bet you, Andy." Sean looked like shit. He is letting this eat him up.

"Have you seen her at all today", I asked Sean. I kind of felt bad for him, he didn't need to deal with shit like this all the time. She needs to be a better girlfriend, and Sean needs to be a better boyfriend. I realize, they really aren't compatible for each other. If she doesn't want to be an asset to him, then he needs to dump her.

"You need to dump her ass, Sean."

As soon as he heard this, he gave me a scornish look, right into my eyes.

"What kind of friend would even suggest that. You're such a dick head Andy," Sean said as he stormed away from me, looking at the ground. I didn't realize how much she meant to him. It is very surprising.

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Later that day, me and Cruze went to the hospital to see how Sam was doing after his accident this morning. This just really topped it of, you know? Of all the shit that is going on in the 'exciting life of Anderson' this is fucking took the toast. Cruze must have been pretty upset too. He was good friends with Sam, but he was closer to me. Sam and I have always had that quirky connection. I love him like he is my brother, he means the world to me. I guess I could always imagine seeing him as a sorta 'reality check'. I would die if he passed away. I don't really know what I'd do. I walk into the clean smelling hospital room. There were other people in the recovery center where Sam was located, even in the same room as Sam. I walked into the hospital room, Cruze by my side. I could feel the tension pur off of him. I looked around, as I spotted Sam laying on the bed, with a white bandage across his abdomen area. There was a red splotch on it.

"Hey, Sam," Cruze whispered in his direction.

He turned his head, ears twitching to the sound of his low, rhythmic voice. I looked around the room, carefully. There were flowers and 'Get well soon' balloons on a table by his borrowed bed. The red roses were dead. There was a Catholic priest in the room sitting next to the injured wolf. He had a closed Book on his lap, and reading glasses on his short, Tiger muzzle. Me and Cruze sat ourselves on some chairs, Cruze pulled his up.

"Hey Cruze, Andy."

Tears were in his eyes.

16 months later

I really, truly suck at school. The end of my junior and the start of my senior year in High School really messed things up for me. After what happened to Sam, my life went downhill from there. I went into depression. The truth had been right under my muzzle the entire time, and I missed it all along. Its been a long time since that day in the hospital, how the truth came out. So abruptly. I reminisce about that day in the hospital. How I felt after me and Cruze had left. How Sam felt - I couldn't imagine how he felt inside. Losing someone so close to him. That day, when Sam had gotten in that accident...

Drunk again, my Father was yelling at me. I really just wanted to get to school. Fucking hell. My mom is dead, and my father is a drunk. How wonderful. Alex had stayed the night, without my father's knowledge. When he found out, he lost it. I was scattering to leave, I had sent Alex to wait in my car while I found some shoes. I found some, got my backpack and split.

Finally. Time for school. Alex was quiet. I knew he was upset, inside. I looked at him for a long while. I Observed his slender fox-full complexion. We have dated for years. Its been almost 3. I wouldn't ever let anything get in the way of our relationship. Especially my drunk ass Father. Broken from my thoughts by screeching and shattering glass, everything goes black. What seems like forever, I slowly open my eyes to Anderson. My best friend. Holding me with tears in his eyes.

I muster the energy to ask him:

"Al-ex, wher-res... Al-ex."

Then blackness fills my mind once again.

I awake in the hospital, with doctors all around me, I hear a saw go off in the distance, the a loud metallic cutting noise. My entire body vibrates in pain, then in an instant I go numb and pass out again...

I awake to an empty room, and various get-well-soon cards and balloons are around me. A nurse strolls in and writes down something after observing a beeping machine by my side. She leaves, and a Tiger in black floats in. He sits by my side, taking his seat carefully.

"Hello there, son. My name is Father Greg. How are you feeling," He asks me, in a warming, deep tone.

"Where am I?"

"Well, by the looks of it, in good hands," He adds.

"Where is Alex?"

"..."

"Where is Alex," I ask louder, as the beeping machine buzzes at me.

"Shhhh, son. You're friend, Alex... He is with the Lord now. He perished in the explosion," He told me, in the most sincere way possible.

"What was your relation to him," The Tiger asked, as he pulled out a Book and opened it.

My relation to him, he wants to know. Tears flood my eyes. I cover my face with my paws and start sobbing. I hear the Book close.

"I see," He says.

I remove my paws from my eyes.

Then in that moment, the two people that I need most walked in. But I needed Alex more.

I felt sick after hearing this. Only if I had known, there would have been a chance to save them both. I felt so bad after hearing those words come out of Sam's mouth, and How he cried. I never saw this side of him. That day, when Cruze and I left the room, Cruze was ahead of me. Sam called for me one last time;

"Oh, this is for you."

He gave me an envelope, and I knew what was inside of it. I still haven't opened it. There was a singed edge, so I knew he planned to give it to me a that day. But... this happened.

I had no idea who Alex was. I wish I knew him. I wish I had known Sam sooner. I looked around my desk, and found the envelope. I pawed it for a moment, observing the lettering on it. It read 'Andy' in neatly written cursive letters. I paused for a moment, Then opened the package. As I did, a ring fell out. It was a friendship ring that I had given him when we first became best friends. When I given it to him, he kinda thought it was kinda stupid. But he always kept it I assumed. I pull out a line sheet of paper, and unfolded it. I begin to read;

Andy, I know as soon as I met you, we would be friends forever. We just, click like friends should, you know? I look forward to seeing you at school everyday, just because I enjoy your company. I feel embarrassed to tell you this in person, you know how I am.

Andy, I wanted to tell you this, that I am different kind of person. I don't want to sound wierd or anything, but I think that we shouldn't have a stupid ring to show our friendship. Friends are friends, just because they say so. Not because a ring says so. Don't feel insulted either andy. I am sure you'll understand. I know you're different, in the same way I am too.

your friend, Sam.

I closed the letter and set it on top of the envelope. I wiped a tear away that was rolling down my muzzle. He needed to tell me something, and he succeeded. He told me how close of a friend I have, and I can see it more now. I knew what he meant by different, just because he mentioned that I was different in the same way he was, and then I realized that that I wasn't alone, being different...

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