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It took me almost two years to realize you exist.

It took me almost a month to realize how amazing you were.

It wasn't supposed to be like this though...

I was never meant to fall in love with you.

The name's Felix, who is in no way related to the black cat seen on television

in, like, the 60's. In fact, if I had my way with the little son of a bitch, he'd be a

chew-toy I'd've stashed under my bed when I was ten.

My profile anywhere says I'm 24, which is a lie, says I weigh 160 pounds, which

is another lie, and that I have grey fur and blue eyes, which is actually very true.

I like my eyes, just because everyone says they belong in an anime. Cute.

I'm a wolf, among sorts. Lone wolf, traitor to the wind, broken arrow, ya know

what I'm sayin'?

Which is another lie.

The wolf part, that was true, but I would die if my pack up and disappeared. I

mean how could anyone survive the onslaught of corruption that IS high school

without a helping paw or two? Nobody, I tell you.

Unless they owned a gun. Then they're considered crazy people and usually

end their life (hypothetically or not) before it's barely even started. We've all

been there in one way or another, I'm assuming, so we won't need to go into any

details. But at least college has a little less threat behind it.

His name? Of course would be nothing more than Aiden. That mysterious

loser-bear who always wore dress-shirts and finger-armour. Who dyes his hair like

he doesn't care about what colour the sky is, just as long as he can be the more

natural blue. The boy who decided one day, while I was minding my own

business, to confide in me his small sexual-questioning like I was some expert.

Hell... I was just open. That doesn't mean I've earned a degree in it or

anything, kay?

I remember before this whole mess started. Before I would give anything for

him to notice me again...

It tasted like beef jerky in front of my locker while my friends decided to go get

poutine. Then a panting as a rushing of sandal-equipped paws crawled along

the hallway.

"Felix!?" He shouted as if I was his last breath before sudden death. "Oh thank

God!"

"Uh... hi?" Was all I could respond with. After-all, beef jerky was my comfort

food and I had just gotten out of a journalism exam. Which MAY not sound like

a big deal... But it is, OKAY?!! Sorry.

"Felix, you've got to help me," He was still panting as he crouched down

beside me. His breath smelled like choco-wafers and Listerine. "There's this girl"

"Out of my jurisdiction, son," Was my snappy response. I barely knew him. He

didn't seem worth my time if he was just going to talk about boobs and how he's

not getting any.

"She turned me down, Felix... I'm at the end of my rope." He started shivering

now as he hugged his legs a little. "I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. But I

think I want to become bisexual.." It came out of his mouth like molasses, falling

on to the ground and slithering over to me, trying to relinquish my utter disbelief.

"There's a difference between sexual orientation and just being desperate, ya

know?" It kind of angered me that he just said it without peeling his ears back or

anything. I mean, hell, I remember back when I first found out it was like nails

had been driven into my eyes. I didn't know who to look to or who to ask "What

the hell is wrong with me?!" without questioning how damaged our allegiance

would end up.

I remember Aiden being one of those people I was afraid to tell, just because

he was so free-spirited. It felt like nothing could hurt him. Like he was perfect at

keeping just enough distance between him and me to consider us "hangout

buddies", but was far enough away to burn the bridge without going to the

hospital to remove some singed skin and fur.

AND NOW HERE HE WAS JUST GOING IN BALLS FIRST LIKE IT'S THE

MOST AVERAGE THING ON THE PLANET.

"So guys I think I like men."

"Lawl, kay."

And it would just be that easy...

"I know," He replied to me as he took in to consideration what I said. "It's not

like I'm going totally gay or anything..." He sort of blushed under his fur. It was

the cutest thing I had seen in a while, I'll give him that. His teddy-bear ears

drooping ever so slightly. "I just... want to have someone."

"That's good that your opening your options up," I told him, tucking my stash of

jerky into my bag. This situation was reaching critical uncomfortable-ism, just

because I started to lose the power to read his body-language. "And I hope you

find love one day, but I have to be"

"Can we hang out sometime?" He put his paw on my shoulder and I jolted with

adrenaline. "Like we did in high school?"

"That was only like... once?"

"Yeah.. But still"

"Yeah, sure," Came my quick response. I just wanted to get the hell out of

there.

"I'll text you sometime, okay?"

"Okay!" And then I shuffled. No. More like jogged away from him like my tail

was on fire. So a pretty speedy jogging that made me feel bad as soon as I

looked back and couldn't see him anymore. "I hope that wasn't too... obvious..."

But it was. I knew it, he knew it, and the three peacocks I almost fell into knew it.

But you can't blame me though, right? I can't afford to associate with someone

who doesn't know straight from a gate.

Is that wrong of me?

***

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," My best friend Alex motioned as he stuffed his face full

of French-fries. He was known for being loud and obnoxious, he really was. But

when he was with me, he was calm, cool, and collected. I guess I just rubbed off

on him a little.

What initially attracted me to him was his red coat of fur. Very unusual in bats.

And totally the right ice-breaker for him to tell me he's in love with my sister.

Things just grew from that ever since she broke his heart on my doorstep.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I actually really wish I was," I moaned as I rolled my head on the table at a

local diner just off campus. "I mean, he's nice and everything. And I might have

overreacted a little. But it was totally out of the blue... and everything..."

"Kay," He threatened me with a fry like a dagger. "If I hear another "..and

everything.." I'm going to shove this in your eye." He glared like he was serious.

And he could have been if he wasn't my best friend... but his jokes were always

transparent.

"I just feel terrible," I told him. "I mean, even if he was hitting on me..." I

wrinkled my nose. "If you call that hitting on me... I shouldn't have just dashed

his feelings like that."

"What should you have done then?" Alex glared. "Touched him

inappropriately?"

"You should have been there. He was adorable..."

"Then hang out with him?"

"Are you crazy?!" It came out louder then I'd expected it to. And now I felt like

everyone's eyes were on me... rolling eyeball slime up and down... Now this

seemed like a spy mission as I began to whisper. "I can't afford seeking out a

sexually confused bear who "just wants someone..."." I like quoting myself with

my fingers. Alex hates it.

"Then forget all about it?" He slobbered on ketchup like it was blood, which I

would usually make fun of him for. Not this time though. I need him here. With

me. In my head.

"What the crap should I doooo..." I moaned again, feeling drool start to fall

onto our table.

"Has he texted you yet?"

I thought about it.

"...no?"

"Then what the fuck is your problem?"

"He's going to. And it's going to be awkward."

"God, Felix," Alex flapped out his wings in annoyance. I could tell his patience

was wearing thin, although they always seemed to when I bitched to him. Never

had they broken, though, which always made me curious as to how far I could

push him. But I never did because that would mean even more stress... which

would mean even more "wanting-to-kill-yourself" feelings... which would mean

even more time spent in my bed just thinking... which is where I should be now.

"Felix?"

"I kind of just want to go to bed," I sighed. It was becoming too much really.

The lights of the arcade in the next room, the fur all around us... even the smell

of ketchup was making me gag.

"If you go to bed, you won't come out for a week," Alex warned. "And there is

no way in hell that I'm doing your laundry while you're in "mope mode"." Alex

made fun of my quoting like he always does, which sucked.

"Yeah, but I was a real jerk today," I tried to cover, but he was too stubborn for

me, which was awesome.

"HE was the jerk for pulling it on you!" Alex slammed his fist down, once again

bringing shit-loads of eyes our way. "You are, in every way, justified on the way

you reacted."

"But he" I tried, but he was already on a roll.

"You said it yourself; you're not that close, right?"

"Yeah...? But"

"And you gave your opinion and supported him, right?"

"I guess you could say that, but"

"Then your clear!"

And I was. Or at least that's how Alex made me feel. I mean, how exactly is it

my fault when I get freaked out because someone just randomly comes out and

makes passes at me?

He... was making passes at me...? Right?

See?! This is why I fail at everything. And now I feel horrible and should be in

bed right now.

"I'm still going to go..." I tried to get up, but nets of rubber fell over me like a

protective dome of friendship.

"You can," I heard Alex growl. "But I've warned you about your laundry. You

know how you can't stand your own musk at a certain point..."

"Yeah," I replied. "I know... But I still need some time to think, ya know? What

he did wasn't exactly fair to my sanity."

"Oi.." Alex did his best "old-Jewish-man" impression that always made me

laugh. This time it only called forth a smile as I begged with my eyes for

absolute zero on the guilt trips. "Go on," He finally sighed, putting another fry in

his muzzle. "Get outta here, wolf. I'll see you at home."

"Okay," I gave him another smile before I paused, staring a "thank you" that he

acknowledged with a customary bearing of his teeth before I turned on my heel

as got the heck outta there.

***

It started snowing that day, which was the oddest part of it all because snow

didn't usually fall until November. October always promised sunny chilled

afternoons with hot chocolate fastened in-between both paws, but today was

different. Now there were small little pebbles, freezing to my fur as I walked...

actually, more like sulked my way home with my paws in my pockets.

The heat that greeted me at the dorm-building's door was breath-taking. I

always like to sigh, just as I'm walking in so I can see my breath disappear just as

it's leaving my muzzle. It always makes me feel like a smoker realizing the errors

of his ways or something. I dunno. Nobody was in the lobby, though, which was

odd because there was free internet in there. There was always at least some

rich kid with a Macbook that was always typing away like he was launching a new

website right from there that would dethrone the browser gods: Facebook?

Yahoo...? GOOGLE?!

At least the elevator ride wasn't awkward. I actually sort of enjoyed it this time

up because it's never empty, and by some magical chance, today I caught my

first solo-ride. God, it almost made me feel better... Until I got off to greet my

most recent problems head on again. Shit...

A jingle through the jungle of keys I'd collected over the years brought forth

the single bit to tip my paw with, and as I walked magnetically over, I felt my

familiar room take me as I entered.

It was dark. Just as I wanted it. Perfection like chocolate washed around me

until my eyes started focusing, turning my haven into a world just a shade

beyond seeing perfectly.

"It's time for bed." I had a lot of thinking to do, and the linoleum wasn't really

helping keep my feet warm. "Look out sheets. Here I come."

Did I feel bad for lying to my best friend? Of course I did, even though I was

already preparing myself for a week of just laying there. But in the end I knew

he'd drag me out before noon tomorrow. He always did, even if I accidentally

ended up kicking him in the face that one time...

Now that's what BFF's are for, no?

***

"Get the fuck out of bed," There it was. That customary pulling of my leg

before the cold started rushing in.

"Ugh," I moaned, creaking open my eyes before they were blasted with devil-

sun-rays. "Leave me alone, you jerk!" I started to flail and felt Alex immediately

let go. It seems he HAD learned from last time, which was odd for him. His

stubborn side must have been itching him like crazy right about now.

"No," He said. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was point out a clawed finger.

"Felix... It's time to stop."

That was his catch phrase. "It's time to stop" held more effect over me then

using my first, middle, and last name all in one sentence, and even that shook

me up pretty bad. It was like the ultimate form of "Stop shitting around, douche

bag, before I blind you with the fur I'm currently ripping off your rump."

Needless to say, I immediately rolled out of bed and cocooned myself in my

blankets on the floor. "There." I was being a smart ass. "You can take your leave

now. My promise has been fulfilled."

"Your impossible," He sneered before leaving my room, slamming my door

before I heard him slam his.

That's when I thought about it. "I'm actually not feeling that bad today..." Was

the first thought in my head. The second and third were "Shit, I slept in my

clothes." and "I should probably check my cell phone."

I dug my paw into the abyss of blankets, jeans, and darkness as I tried

wrenching the small device from the never-ending collage of fabric. I twisted

and turned as hard as I could, but only ended up feeling like I was in a net. A

net that smelled like me. A net I had grown accustomed to and grown to trust...

That's when things got weird. And before I knew it, I was up and out of the thing,

glaring at it as it sort of snickered my way.

That's when I felt my phone in my paw.

No new messages. Everything's the same.

"Shit..." Something inside of me hoped he would text. "Maybe I should be the

one who..." No. I shook it out before I even finished it. If it weren't for him, life

would have been crashing madly on, as usual, instead of writing a whole new

chapter about itself.

So I went and made some breakfast as quietly as I could. Hotdogs, like always.

But Alex heard me anyway and put down his Xbox controller.

"It's time to stop always works," He threw out his door with a grin. "I'm glad

you're up."

"Yeah well," I replied, wrinkling my nose. "Now that I have a complete

Saturday of nothing to do, I guess you're just going to have to"

"I'm going out with the woman," Alex replied, growling at his most recent death

in Bad Company. "So my plans are kind of booked."

I never really liked the type of women Alex chose to pick up. It always seemed

like he was dating them just because they had a crush on him. There was

nothing in it for him, and that always bothered me. But he seemed like he

meant it when he returned "I love you's" as they came and went... But I always

wonder if he really knew just exactly what those three words meant yet...

"What's this one's name again?" I chuckled as I put the dogs in the microwave.

There came a huge sigh of anger before Alex looked at me. "Are you serious?

You said you liked this one..."

"Oh no, I do," I said. "I know what her name is."

"Enlighten me then..."

"Gertrude, wasn't it?"

I could feel his anger rising, but still I pushed with my paw to cover my

laughing.

"Or was it Edna?"

"IT'S LINDSAY DAMNIT!" Was his enraged response. There was a gunshot from

the TV before he threw down his controller, thrusted the power button in and

stamped into the kitchen. "There. Ya happy? You made me die."

"Geez, I LOVE it when that happens," I threw him a goofy "I'm just joking"

smile, but he locked himself in the bathroom like a woman. "I guess you don't

want any hotdogs then?"

There was no response. He was in his happy place.

I always told him video games made him grumpy. But does he EVER listen to

me? Noooooooo...

"Hotdogs are ready!"

***

The city seemed to have melted by the time I finished my hotly prepared food,

coaxed Alex out of the bathroom so I could shower, and got ready. All in about

45 minutes.

Maybe an hour...

Who knows? All the snow was gone though, and the temperature was just

bearable enough to walk upright without shivering. It was actually kind of

refreshing leaving just before Lindsay arrived. She always made things awkward

with her excessive need to touch her face with my best friends'... Ew.

"Why ya leaving so fast?" I remembered him saying as I made sure I had my 3

necessities. My cell, my iPod, and my wallet.

"I'm going to go meet the ex," I threw over to him as the door slammed.

He wasn't thrilled. But it's okay because he'll be having sex in the next half

hour, whereas I was on my way to go hangout with probably the second most

important person in my life.

Her name was Jenna.

We dated in high school before I came out of the closet, but it's not like I used

her or anything. I was just manipulated by denial, telling myself in a constant

chant that "I...am...normal...".

But reality kicked in just in time for me to break her heart. A week later I called

her, begging to salvage what we had left, which ultimately ended in us getting

back together again. My mantra had suddenly changed to "I...can make...this

work," as I wished for someone else during every single second kissing her. Which

ultimately ULTIMATELY ended up as yet another break up with no heart to be

broken.

I was "too different" for her, as in I changed. Which was fucking obvious

because I liked men. So she called me a week later, begging to salvage what we

had left, which brings us to our relationship now.

I love her. With all my heart. But a best friend sort of love. Not a "I wonder what

you look like naked" sort of love.

We were supposed to be meeting at the downtown Starbucks we always go to.

That's where the adventures always started. We never planned anything. Just a

"Hey I'll meet you SB's and maybe catch a movie?". Those nights usually called

for dinner in the sky dome, where all the stars shined so clearly through.

I guess it was romance that kept us so close, just because it never lead to the

tension of worrying "What the hell should I impress her with next?". We just did

what we wanted. And that's what made her amazing. We were our own, and

together, we could share that with one another.

I could always tell when she beat me. She'd always be sitting in the big purple

chair just by the window, even if some fat guy had been occupying it with his

laptop hours before, she'd somehow make him move.

Today was no different. There she was. Sitting, drinking something that had a

coffee-collar wrapped around it. She never got cold drink unless they were

Ice-caps.

"Jennaaaa," Was my triumphant call as I entered. Sort of like "Biiiiiirdman"

whenever he's arrive on the scene in the old 60's cartoons.

"You're late," She licked her lips. Her striped-body rose like fluid as she picked

up her purse, which suddenly made me jealous like I always was. She was a

white tiger, so naturally she had the grace that felines seemed to always have...

And she looked good. She always looked good. I hated that about her.

"Only by fifteen minutes," I chuckled. "The buses are stupid, remember? Always

late by"

"Fifteen minutes?" She cut off my sentence and bathed me in her emerald

eyes. "That's what you always say.. But I always find myself on time when I take

them?"

"That's because you have a car and never do." Was my snappy come back.

This was our platonic foreplay.

"I took one today," She grinned before striding past me.

And this is how I always lost.

"Where are we going?"

The wind blew her hair perfectly...

"How about we go rock-climbing?"

...where the wind always messed up mine.

"I'm sort of feeling bowling."

"We did that last time, How about"

Then I tugged her into an archway. It seemed like a corner store with its big

fluorescent "Open" sign. "I have to tell you something."

"I knew you did." She smiled. "I could tell from your body language."

And for some reason, I looked at my ass. "What body language?"

"You seem shaken. Did something happen last night?" Her eyes widened a

little as she noticed my slight shock. "With a boy??"

"Sort of"

"We're going to the sky dome and ordering a platter." She pulled out her

phone and put it up to her ear. "This sounds like a loooong story."

"I haven't even"

"I need one taxi for..." She looked around as she put her paw over the receiver.

"Where are we?"

"Ugh..."

***

"Aiden?" She sounded surprised. "Aiden's going gay now too?!"

"He told me he wasn't full on or something... That he just wanted to have

someone."

"He could have me any day of the week," Jenna forked another piece of her

chicken/noodle/cream lasagne dish, which is what she got every single time we

went there, and thought about it. "Actually no. He's not... I dunno, I really hate

the word ripped..."

"You and your muscley men..." I sighed, ripping through my steak, which is

pretty much what I got every time. Except when I ordered what Jenna usually

does and ended up puking fifteen minutes later.

"He's actually kind of pudgy, now that I think about it." She snickered.

"I think it's sort of cute," I sighed. "I dunno. He's like a teddy bear."

"Indeed," Jenna looked hard at me. "So are you gonna go for it?"

"Heck no?" Was my immediate response. Although it felt like it was losing a bit

of its edge every time I said it. "I..."

And right here is where I made the mistake of pausing.

She picked up on it like a mouse just flew across the floor. "You..." A grin

formed across her muzzle. "You aren't sure... are you?"

"I'm sure." It wasn't a lie. Not yet. "I can't afford to be playing with that sort of

fire."

"You've been alone for a long time now, Felix." I loved when she said my

name. I don't know why, but for some reason it sounded so polished when it left

her lips. "One night stands don't exactly brighten the soul, ya know?"

"I know," Was my reply. "Its how I choose to live though. Dating just seems too

complicated. I just want to"

"Dating isn't complicated when you're in love," She cut me off like she always

did in times like these. She was so smart... and so freaking stubborn to get her

point across, it was almost futile to fight with her about it. "And you need to feel

like your hearts beating one of these days, boy. Or else you're going to lose the

ability to."

I just sat there, looking at the stars, remembering how she and I always

wondered how they could make them so clear. It wasn't until a few months ago

that we realized it was all just one big refection onto a big screen... but that

didn't make it any less magical.

"Felix?"

"Yeah?"

"You've been cutting your napkin for about five minutes now..."

"Oh..." And I had been. My steak had long since disappeared down my throat,

but I still felt emptiness. Not like a hungry emptiness, though, but a sort of

longing. Maybe this was the boy to fall for? Maybe this risk was worth taking? I

could afford to play with fire a little, couldn't I?

"I dunno," I said, finally after my head started clearing of static. "Do you think I

should give it a shot?"

"Yes," She sigh-sneered like she was tired of me as she rubbed her temples

with her paws. "What have you got to lose?"

"Nothing I guess..."

"If it doesn't work out, then you're right back to where we started from."

"We?"

"Well, who exactly are you going to bitch about this to, huh?"

"Alex already got the first listen."

"Oh that fucker..." She sort of slammed her fork down. "I knew you should have

moved in with me! Or at least go on msn more..."

"I hate msn...?"

"Well..." She looked like a mix of angry and concern blended up right to make

a smoothie. "I still need to be updatd, ya know?"

"And what about me?" I chuckled, waving the waiter away as he prodded us

with our bill. "How come I haven't had an update yet, huh?"

"'Cause nothing's changed," She replied without skipping a beat. "I'm in love

with my boyfriend, I hate my job, and I miss you a lot."

"Awww," I blushed. She never shows affection like this... "Does this mean you're

dying...?"

She just shook her head slowly like she had her paw on a pistol, which was at

the ready to blow my hysterical head off. "Date Aiden." Was her bullet, and as I

felt it enter my head, I felt my defence weaken that much more...

***

"Date Aiden..." I growled into the ground as I walked. The bus was late...

again, and I was short on funds for a cab-ride home. The night was young, the

air smelled sweet, so I figured "Why the hell not?"

The moon was climbing as I gave Jenna her customary goodbye-I'll-miss-

you-forever hug that lasts for five minutes. It was now situated over me, staring at

me, probing my mind for an answer on what the hell I should do.

"He hasn't texted me..." I patted my pants-pocket to see if I had magically

misplaced my phone. My mom said it happens to everyone, seeing as she went

through around seven phones a year due to this sickness, but no. My phone-

losing virginity goes unscathed.

"Maybe I did freak him out..."

The cold was a little colder then I would have liked it to have been. It was just

windy enough to go through my fur, cutting into my bare skin like a snow-knife.

But on I walked with a boy in my head, twisting every which way on how I could

make this a win-win situation for us both. Preferably me.

That's when my phone went off. Two quick vibrations

*Buzz Buzz*

...that made me stop dead in my tracks and blush.

"Oh my god..." I narrated myself as I pulled my phone from my pocket. If I was

in a movie right now, this shit would totally be epic with the music. "Could it

be"

But it was Alex wondering where the hell I was, which confused me a little.

Usually, he didn't care, but I guess these were special circumstances. I had a

potential boy flopping into my life, which was apparently exciting to everyone

who knew me.

And that thought right there... made me realize how alone I was.

"I'm... on... my... way..." I like saying what I'm texting, even when there's a

whole bunch of other fur around listening. Sure I look like an idiot, but I haven't

had a typo since... I can't remember. And we all know how deadly text typos can

be...

So on I walked, shivering until I reached that familiar dorm-building door,

which was full of familiar faces to smile at. Alex was down there with his guitar,

playing chords and singing to Lindsay, who immediately got up to strangle me

in a hug.

"I'm SO sorry I missed you this afternoon, Felix!" She pouted her lip like an

emo kid. "I was running late! But here you are now!"

"I'm so glad..." Was all I could respond with, eyeing over to Alex who was

caught up in whatever he was playing. "But I've had a... weird day, so I'm just

gonna"

"Oh did you meet up with Aiden?!" She squealed a little louder then I would

have liked her to. A couple heads turned as she hugged me again, this time

getting lipstick on my shirt. Black lipstick... ugh...

"No," I sighed, not really glaring at her. "I hung out with the ex."

Her happiness drained away instantly.

"Oh..."

Then charged...

"Well..."

Then exploded.

"I THINK YOU AND AIDEN WOULD MAKE A"

I didn't know what to do, so my instincts kicked in. My paw flew at her muzzle

and clamped it shut before she could finish her sentence. An act that almost sent

Alex off his sofa to aid her. Then he remembered who I was.

"Aiden and I..." I whispered to her. "Are nothing more than friends." I thought

about it. "Actually... We're not even friends?"

Her eyes drooped into sadness.

"Well we are a little," And then my ears fell. "But..." And then I let her go.

But she didn't run or anything, which surprised me. She seemed like the brittle

sort. She just stared and smiled a little.

"I hope for you, Felix." And then she walked away.

And that was it. Life resumed to normal as Alex smiled at me from a distance.

"Isn't she great?" He mouthed to me.

I replied with my shoulder, heading towards the elevator.

***

Back in bed, although I slightly felt uncomfortable laying there with a traitor on

top of me. The ambience of the building whispered all around as I just stared at

the ceiling, debating heavily on my next move.

That's when my phone vibrated. Two quick vibrations

*Buzz Buzz*

I jumped because the thing was still in my pocket, making me realize I was

already growing a habit of not changing before I went to bed.

That's when I pulled it out, flipping it open. Blinding me.

It was from Adien.

Hey [:

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I got tired of writing journals about my life. This is it, right here. I'm telling you my story of 2008-present.

I guess you could say this is just a Pilot, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. It was actually a blast writing it because I didn't have to exert myself to remember. It all just flowed.