{"sf1_id":72832,"sf2_id":"AnK5z75e","title":"To the day you f***ed me over..","author":"MixedUpPup","words":5469,"posted_at":"2009-01-10T20:48:00.000Z","tags":["Bat","Coming Out","Friendship","Intro","M/M","Mild Drama","No-Yiff","Story Series","Tiger","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/72832-to-the-day-you-f-ed-me-over","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK5z75e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b6/e4/b6e4feb3-d149-4696-afb4-66a101df8ed1","description":"#1 of If I could be your chew-toy: Based on a True Story.","content":"\\*\\*\\*Stupid Disclaimer Thingy\\*\\*\\*  \nEverything you see here, came from my brain. The characters, the scenery, the situations... Everything. Any coincidences like character similarities, name usages, or scenes are utterly just that. Coincidence. Nobody likes getting ripped off.  \nAlso, this story contains romance, love, and graphic interaction between members of the same sex. not your bag? I request you leave. Nobody likes hate-spam.  \nOtherwise Enjoy It^^.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nIt took me almost two years to realize you exist.  \n  \nIt took me almost a month to realize how amazing you were.  \n  \nIt wasn't supposed to be like this though...  \n  \nI was never meant to fall in love with you.  \n  \n  \n  \nThe name's Felix, who is in no way related to the black cat seen on television  \nin, like, the 60's. In fact, if I had my way with the little son of a bitch, he'd be a  \nchew-toy I'd've stashed under my bed when I was ten.  \n  \nMy profile anywhere says I'm 24, which is a lie, says I weigh 160 pounds, which  \nis another lie, and that I have grey fur and blue eyes, which is actually very true.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I like my eyes, just because everyone says they belong in an anime. Cute.  \n  \nI'm a wolf, among sorts. Lone wolf, traitor to the wind, broken arrow, ya know  \nwhat I'm sayin'?  \n  \nWhich is another lie.  \n  \nThe wolf part, that was true, but I would die if my pack up and disappeared. I  \nmean how could anyone survive the onslaught of corruption that IS high school  \nwithout a helping paw or two? Nobody, I tell you.  \n  \nUnless they owned a gun. Then they're considered crazy people and usually  \nend their life (hypothetically or not) before it's barely even started. We've all  \nbeen there in one way or another, I'm assuming, so we won't need to go into any  \ndetails. But at least college has a little less threat behind it.  \n  \n  \n  \nHis name? Of course would be nothing more than Aiden. That mysterious  \nloser-bear who always wore dress-shirts and finger-armour. Who dyes his hair like  \nhe doesn't care about what colour the sky is, just as long as he can be the more  \nnatural blue. The boy who decided one day, while I was minding my own  \nbusiness, to confide in me his small sexual-questioning like I was some expert.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hell... I was just open. That doesn't mean I've earned a degree in it or  \nanything, kay?  \n  \n  \n  \nI remember before this whole mess started. Before I would give anything for  \nhim to notice me again...  \n  \nIt tasted like beef jerky in front of my locker while my friends decided to go get  \npoutine. Then a panting as a rushing of sandal-equipped paws crawled along  \nthe hallway.  \n  \n\"Felix!?\" He shouted as if I was his last breath before sudden death. \"Oh thank  \nGod!\"  \n  \n\"Uh... hi?\" Was all I could respond with. After-all, beef jerky was my comfort  \nfood and I had just gotten out of a journalism exam. Which MAY not sound like  \na big deal... But it is, OKAY?!! Sorry.  \n  \n\"Felix, you've got to help me,\" He was still panting as he crouched down  \nbeside me. His breath smelled like choco-wafers and Listerine. \"There's this girl\"  \n  \n\"Out of my jurisdiction, son,\" Was my snappy response. I barely knew him. He  \ndidn't seem worth my time if he was just going to talk about boobs and how he's  \nnot getting any.  \n  \n\"She turned me down, Felix... I'm at the end of my rope.\" He started shivering  \nnow as he hugged his legs a little. \"I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. But I  \nthink I want to become bisexual..\" It came out of his mouth like molasses, falling  \non to the ground and slithering over to me, trying to relinquish my utter disbelief.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"There's a difference between sexual orientation and just being desperate, ya  \nknow?\" It kind of angered me that he just said it without peeling his ears back or  \nanything. I mean, hell, I remember back when I first found out it was like nails  \nhad been driven into my eyes. I didn't know who to look to or who to ask \"What  \nthe hell is wrong with me?!\" without questioning how damaged our allegiance  \nwould end up.  \n  \nI remember Aiden being one of those people I was afraid to tell, just because  \nhe was so free-spirited. It felt like nothing could hurt him. Like he was perfect at  \nkeeping just enough distance between him and me to consider us \"hangout  \nbuddies\", but was far enough away to burn the bridge without going to the  \nhospital to remove some singed skin and fur.  \n  \nAND NOW HERE HE WAS JUST GOING IN BALLS FIRST LIKE IT'S THE  \nMOST AVERAGE THING ON THE PLANET.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"So guys I think I like men.\"  \n  \n\"Lawl, kay.\"  \n  \n  \n  \nAnd it would just be that easy...  \n  \n\"I know,\" He replied to me as he took in to consideration what I said. \"It's not  \nlike I'm going totally gay or anything...\" He sort of blushed under his fur. It was  \nthe cutest thing I had seen in a while, I'll give him that. His teddy-bear ears  \ndrooping ever so slightly. \"I just... want to have someone.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"That's good that your opening your options up,\" I told him, tucking my stash of  \njerky into my bag. This situation was reaching critical uncomfortable-ism, just  \nbecause I started to lose the power to read his body-language. \"And I hope you  \nfind love one day, but I have to be\"  \n  \n\"Can we hang out sometime?\" He put his paw on my shoulder and I jolted with  \nadrenaline. \"Like we did in high school?\"  \n  \n\"That was only like... once?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah.. But still\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, sure,\" Came my quick response. I just wanted to get the hell out of  \nthere.  \n  \n\"I'll text you sometime, okay?\"  \n  \n\"Okay!\" And then I shuffled. No. More like jogged away from him like my tail  \nwas on fire. So a pretty speedy jogging that made me feel bad as soon as I  \nlooked back and couldn't see him anymore. \"I hope that wasn't too... obvious...\"  \nBut it was. I knew it, he knew it, and the three peacocks I almost fell into knew it.  \nBut you can't blame me though, right? I can't afford to associate with someone  \nwho doesn't know straight from a gate.  \n  \nIs that wrong of me?  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Whoa, whoa, whoa,\" My best friend Alex motioned as he stuffed his face full  \nof French-fries. He was known for being loud and obnoxious, he really was. But  \nwhen he was with me, he was calm, cool, and collected. I guess I just rubbed off  \non him a little.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What initially attracted me to him was his red coat of fur. Very unusual in bats.  \nAnd totally the right ice-breaker for him to tell me he's in love with my sister.  \nThings just grew from that ever since she broke his heart on my doorstep.  \n  \n\"You've got to be kidding me.\"  \n  \n\"I actually really wish I was,\" I moaned as I rolled my head on the table at a  \nlocal diner just off campus. \"I mean, he's nice and everything. And I might have  \noverreacted a little. But it was totally out of the blue... and everything...\"  \n  \n\"Kay,\" He threatened me with a fry like a dagger. \"If I hear another \"..and  \neverything..\" I'm going to shove this in your eye.\" He glared like he was serious.  \nAnd he could have been if he wasn't my best friend... but his jokes were always  \ntransparent.  \n  \n\"I just feel terrible,\" I told him. \"I mean, even if he was hitting on me...\" I  \nwrinkled my nose. \"If you call that hitting on me... I shouldn't have just dashed  \nhis feelings like that.\"  \n  \n\"What should you have done then?\" Alex glared. \"Touched him  \ninappropriately?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You should have been there. He was adorable...\"  \n  \n\"Then hang out with him?\"  \n  \n\"Are you crazy?!\" It came out louder then I'd expected it to. And now I felt like  \neveryone's eyes were on me... rolling eyeball slime up and down... Now this  \nseemed like a spy mission as I began to whisper. \"I can't afford seeking out a  \nsexually confused bear who \"just wants someone...\".\" I like quoting myself with  \nmy fingers. Alex hates it.  \n  \n\"Then forget all about it?\" He slobbered on ketchup like it was blood, which I  \nwould usually make fun of him for. Not this time though. I need him here. With  \nme. In my head.  \n  \n\"What the crap should I doooo...\" I moaned again, feeling drool start to fall  \nonto our table.  \n  \n\"Has he texted you yet?\"  \n  \nI thought about it.  \n  \n\"...no?\"  \n  \n\"Then what the fuck is your problem?\"  \n  \n\"He's going to. And it's going to be awkward.\"  \n  \n\"God, Felix,\" Alex flapped out his wings in annoyance. I could tell his patience  \nwas wearing thin, although they always seemed to when I bitched to him. Never  \nhad they broken, though, which always made me curious as to how far I could  \npush him. But I never did because that would mean even more stress... which  \nwould mean even more \"wanting-to-kill-yourself\" feelings... which would mean  \neven more time spent in my bed just thinking... which is where I should be now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Felix?\"  \n  \n\"I kind of just want to go to bed,\" I sighed. It was becoming too much really.  \nThe lights of the arcade in the next room, the fur all around us... even the smell  \nof ketchup was making me gag.  \n  \n\"If you go to bed, you won't come out for a week,\" Alex warned. \"And there is  \nno way in hell that I'm doing your laundry while you're in \"mope mode\".\" Alex  \nmade fun of my quoting like he always does, which sucked.  \n  \n\"Yeah, but I was a real jerk today,\" I tried to cover, but he was too stubborn for  \nme, which was awesome.  \n  \n\"HE was the jerk for pulling it on you!\" Alex slammed his fist down, once again  \nbringing shit-loads of eyes our way. \"You are, in every way, justified on the way  \nyou reacted.\"  \n  \n\"But he\" I tried, but he was already on a roll.  \n  \n\"You said it yourself; you're not that close, right?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah...? But\"  \n  \n\"And you gave your opinion and supported him, right?\"  \n  \n\"I guess you could say that, but\"  \n  \n\"Then your clear!\"  \n  \nAnd I was. Or at least that's how Alex made me feel. I mean, how exactly is it  \nmy fault when I get freaked out because someone just randomly comes out and  \nmakes passes at me?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He... was making passes at me...? Right?  \n  \nSee?! This is why I fail at everything. And now I feel horrible and should be in  \nbed right now.  \n  \n\"I'm still going to go...\" I tried to get up, but nets of rubber fell over me like a  \nprotective dome of friendship.  \n  \n\"You can,\" I heard Alex growl. \"But I've warned you about your laundry. You  \nknow how you can't stand your own musk at a certain point...\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" I replied. \"I know... But I still need some time to think, ya know? What  \nhe did wasn't exactly fair to my sanity.\"  \n  \n\"Oi..\" Alex did his best \"old-Jewish-man\" impression that always made me  \nlaugh. This time it only called forth a smile as I begged with my eyes for  \nabsolute zero on the guilt trips. \"Go on,\" He finally sighed, putting another fry in  \nhis muzzle. \"Get outta here, wolf. I'll see you at home.\"  \n  \n\"Okay,\" I gave him another smile before I paused, staring a \"thank you\" that he  \nacknowledged with a customary bearing of his teeth before I turned on my heel  \nas got the heck outta there.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nIt started snowing that day, which was the oddest part of it all because snow  \ndidn't usually fall until November. October always promised sunny chilled  \nafternoons with hot chocolate fastened in-between both paws, but today was  \ndifferent. Now there were small little pebbles, freezing to my fur as I walked...  \nactually, more like sulked my way home with my paws in my pockets.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The heat that greeted me at the dorm-building's door was breath-taking. I  \nalways like to sigh, just as I'm walking in so I can see my breath disappear just as  \nit's leaving my muzzle. It always makes me feel like a smoker realizing the errors  \nof his ways or something. I dunno. Nobody was in the lobby, though, which was  \nodd because there was free internet in there. There was always at least some  \nrich kid with a Macbook that was always typing away like he was launching a new  \nwebsite right from there that would dethrone the browser gods: Facebook?  \nYahoo...? GOOGLE?!  \n  \nAt least the elevator ride wasn't awkward. I actually sort of enjoyed it this time  \nup because it's never empty, and by some magical chance, today I caught my  \nfirst solo-ride. God, it almost made me feel better... Until I got off to greet my  \nmost recent problems head on again. Shit...  \n  \nA jingle through the jungle of keys I'd collected over the years brought forth  \nthe single bit to tip my paw with, and as I walked magnetically over, I felt my  \nfamiliar room take me as I entered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was dark. Just as I wanted it. Perfection like chocolate washed around me  \nuntil my eyes started focusing, turning my haven into a world just a shade  \nbeyond seeing perfectly.  \n  \n\"It's time for bed.\" I had a lot of thinking to do, and the linoleum wasn't really  \nhelping keep my feet warm. \"Look out sheets. Here I come.\"  \n  \nDid I feel bad for lying to my best friend? Of course I did, even though I was  \nalready preparing myself for a week of just laying there. But in the end I knew  \nhe'd drag me out before noon tomorrow. He always did, even if I accidentally  \nended up kicking him in the face that one time...  \n  \nNow that's what BFF's are for, no?  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Get the fuck out of bed,\" There it was. That customary pulling of my leg  \nbefore the cold started rushing in.  \n  \n\"Ugh,\" I moaned, creaking open my eyes before they were blasted with devil-  \nsun-rays. \"Leave me alone, you jerk!\" I started to flail and felt Alex immediately  \nlet go. It seems he HAD learned from last time, which was odd for him. His  \nstubborn side must have been itching him like crazy right about now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"No,\" He said. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was point out a clawed finger.  \n\"Felix... It's time to stop.\"  \n  \nThat was his catch phrase. \"It's time to stop\" held more effect over me then  \nusing my first, middle, and last name all in one sentence, and even that shook  \nme up pretty bad. It was like the ultimate form of \"Stop shitting around, douche  \nbag, before I blind you with the fur I'm currently ripping off your rump.\"  \n  \nNeedless to say, I immediately rolled out of bed and cocooned myself in my  \nblankets on the floor. \"There.\" I was being a smart ass. \"You can take your leave  \nnow. My promise has been fulfilled.\"  \n  \n\"Your impossible,\" He sneered before leaving my room, slamming my door  \nbefore I heard him slam his.  \n  \nThat's when I thought about it. \"I'm actually not feeling that bad today...\" Was  \nthe first thought in my head. The second and third were \"Shit, I slept in my  \nclothes.\" and \"I should probably check my cell phone.\"  \n  \nI dug my paw into the abyss of blankets, jeans, and darkness as I tried  \nwrenching the small device from the never-ending collage of fabric. I twisted  \nand turned as hard as I could, but only ended up feeling like I was in a net. A  \nnet that smelled like me. A net I had grown accustomed to and grown to trust...  \nThat's when things got weird. And before I knew it, I was up and out of the thing,  \nglaring at it as it sort of snickered my way.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; That's when I felt my phone in my paw.  \n  \nNo new messages. Everything's the same.  \n  \n\"Shit...\" Something inside of me hoped he would text. \"Maybe I should be the  \none who...\" No. I shook it out before I even finished it. If it weren't for him, life  \nwould have been crashing madly on, as usual, instead of writing a whole new  \nchapter about itself.  \n  \nSo I went and made some breakfast as quietly as I could. Hotdogs, like always.  \nBut Alex heard me anyway and put down his Xbox controller.  \n  \n\"It's time to stop always works,\" He threw out his door with a grin. \"I'm glad  \nyou're up.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah well,\" I replied, wrinkling my nose. \"Now that I have a complete  \nSaturday of nothing to do, I guess you're just going to have to\"  \n  \n\"I'm going out with the woman,\" Alex replied, growling at his most recent death  \nin Bad Company. \"So my plans are kind of booked.\"  \n  \nI never really liked the type of women Alex chose to pick up. It always seemed  \nlike he was dating them just because they had a crush on him. There was  \nnothing in it for him, and that always bothered me. But he seemed like he  \nmeant it when he returned \"I love you's\" as they came and went... But I always  \nwonder if he really knew just exactly what those three words meant yet...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What's this one's name again?\" I chuckled as I put the dogs in the microwave.  \n  \nThere came a huge sigh of anger before Alex looked at me. \"Are you serious?  \nYou said you liked this one...\"  \n  \n\"Oh no, I do,\" I said. \"I know what her name is.\"  \n  \n\"Enlighten me then...\"  \n  \n\"Gertrude, wasn't it?\"  \n  \nI could feel his anger rising, but still I pushed with my paw to cover my  \nlaughing.  \n  \n\"Or was it Edna?\"  \n  \n\"IT'S LINDSAY DAMNIT!\" Was his enraged response. There was a gunshot from  \nthe TV before he threw down his controller, thrusted the power button in and  \nstamped into the kitchen. \"There. Ya happy? You made me die.\"  \n  \n\"Geez, I LOVE it when that happens,\" I threw him a goofy \"I'm just joking\"  \nsmile, but he locked himself in the bathroom like a woman. \"I guess you don't  \nwant any hotdogs then?\"  \n  \nThere was no response. He was in his happy place.  \n  \nI always told him video games made him grumpy. But does he EVER listen to  \nme? Noooooooo...  \n  \n\"Hotdogs are ready!\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nThe city seemed to have melted by the time I finished my hotly prepared food,  \ncoaxed Alex out of the bathroom so I could shower, and got ready. All in about  \n45 minutes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Maybe an hour...  \n  \nWho knows? All the snow was gone though, and the temperature was just  \nbearable enough to walk upright without shivering. It was actually kind of  \nrefreshing leaving just before Lindsay arrived. She always made things awkward  \nwith her excessive need to touch her face with my best friends'... Ew.  \n  \n\"Why ya leaving so fast?\" I remembered him saying as I made sure I had my 3  \nnecessities. My cell, my iPod, and my wallet.  \n  \n\"I'm going to go meet the ex,\" I threw over to him as the door slammed.  \n  \nHe wasn't thrilled. But it's okay because he'll be having sex in the next half  \nhour, whereas I was on my way to go hangout with probably the second most  \nimportant person in my life.  \n  \nHer name was Jenna.  \n  \n  \n  \nWe dated in high school before I came out of the closet, but it's not like I used  \nher or anything. I was just manipulated by denial, telling myself in a constant  \nchant that \"I...am...normal...\".  \n  \nBut reality kicked in just in time for me to break her heart. A week later I called  \nher, begging to salvage what we had left, which ultimately ended in us getting  \nback together again. My mantra had suddenly changed to \"I...can make...this  \nwork,\" as I wished for someone else during every single second kissing her. Which  \nultimately ULTIMATELY ended up as yet another break up with no heart to be  \nbroken.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I was \"too different\" for her, as in I changed. Which was fucking obvious  \nbecause I liked men. So she called me a week later, begging to salvage what we  \nhad left, which brings us to our relationship now.  \n  \nI love her. With all my heart. But a best friend sort of love. Not a \"I wonder what  \nyou look like naked\" sort of love.  \n  \n  \n  \nWe were supposed to be meeting at the downtown Starbucks we always go to.  \nThat's where the adventures always started. We never planned anything. Just a  \n\"Hey I'll meet you SB's and maybe catch a movie?\". Those nights usually called  \nfor dinner in the sky dome, where all the stars shined so clearly through.  \n  \nI guess it was romance that kept us so close, just because it never lead to the  \ntension of worrying \"What the hell should I impress her with next?\". We just did  \nwhat we wanted. And that's what made her amazing. We were our own, and  \ntogether, we could share that with one another.  \n  \nI could always tell when she beat me. She'd always be sitting in the big purple  \nchair just by the window, even if some fat guy had been occupying it with his  \nlaptop hours before, she'd somehow make him move.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Today was no different. There she was. Sitting, drinking something that had a  \ncoffee-collar wrapped around it. She never got cold drink unless they were  \nIce-caps.  \n  \n\"Jennaaaa,\" Was my triumphant call as I entered. Sort of like \"Biiiiiirdman\"  \nwhenever he's arrive on the scene in the old 60's cartoons.  \n  \n\"You're late,\" She licked her lips. Her striped-body rose like fluid as she picked  \nup her purse, which suddenly made me jealous like I always was. She was a  \nwhite tiger, so naturally she had the grace that felines seemed to always have...  \nAnd she looked good. She always looked good. I hated that about her.  \n  \n\"Only by fifteen minutes,\" I chuckled. \"The buses are stupid, remember? Always  \nlate by\"  \n  \n\"Fifteen minutes?\" She cut off my sentence and bathed me in her emerald  \neyes. \"That's what you always say.. But I always find myself on time when I take  \nthem?\"  \n  \n\"That's because you have a car and never do.\" Was my snappy come back.  \n  \nThis was our platonic foreplay.  \n  \n\"I took one today,\" She grinned before striding past me.  \n  \nAnd this is how I always lost.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Where are we going?\"  \n  \nThe wind blew her hair perfectly...  \n  \n\"How about we go rock-climbing?\"  \n  \n...where the wind always messed up mine.  \n  \n\"I'm sort of feeling bowling.\"  \n  \n\"We did that last time, How about\"  \n  \nThen I tugged her into an archway. It seemed like a corner store with its big  \nfluorescent \"Open\" sign. \"I have to tell you something.\"  \n  \n\"I knew you did.\" She smiled. \"I could tell from your body language.\"  \n  \nAnd for some reason, I looked at my ass. \"What body language?\"  \n  \n\"You seem shaken. Did something happen last night?\" Her eyes widened a  \nlittle as she noticed my slight shock. \"With a boy??\"  \n  \n\"Sort of\"  \n  \n\"We're going to the sky dome and ordering a platter.\" She pulled out her  \nphone and put it up to her ear. \"This sounds like a loooong story.\"  \n  \n\"I haven't even\"  \n  \n\"I need one taxi for...\" She looked around as she put her paw over the receiver.  \n\"Where are we?\"  \n  \n\"Ugh...\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Aiden?\" She sounded surprised. \"Aiden's going gay now too?!\"  \n  \n\"He told me he wasn't full on or something... That he just wanted to have  \nsomeone.\"  \n  \n\"He could have me any day of the week,\" Jenna forked another piece of her  \nchicken/noodle/cream lasagne dish, which is what she got every single time we  \nwent there, and thought about it. \"Actually no. He's not... I dunno, I really hate  \nthe word ripped...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You and your muscley men...\" I sighed, ripping through my steak, which is  \npretty much what I got every time. Except when I ordered what Jenna usually  \ndoes and ended up puking fifteen minutes later.  \n  \n\"He's actually kind of pudgy, now that I think about it.\" She snickered.  \n  \n\"I think it's sort of cute,\" I sighed. \"I dunno. He's like a teddy bear.\"  \n  \n\"Indeed,\" Jenna looked hard at me. \"So are you gonna go for it?\"  \n  \n\"Heck no?\" Was my immediate response. Although it felt like it was losing a bit  \nof its edge every time I said it. \"I...\"  \n  \nAnd right here is where I made the mistake of pausing.  \n  \nShe picked up on it like a mouse just flew across the floor. \"You...\" A grin  \nformed across her muzzle. \"You aren't sure... are you?\"  \n  \n\"I'm sure.\" It wasn't a lie. Not yet. \"I can't afford to be playing with that sort of  \nfire.\"  \n  \n\"You've been alone for a long time now, Felix.\" I loved when she said my  \nname. I don't know why, but for some reason it sounded so polished when it left  \nher lips. \"One night stands don't exactly brighten the soul, ya know?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I know,\" Was my reply. \"Its how I choose to live though. Dating just seems too  \ncomplicated. I just want to\"  \n  \n\"Dating isn't complicated when you're in love,\" She cut me off like she always  \ndid in times like these. She was so smart... and so freaking stubborn to get her  \npoint across, it was almost futile to fight with her about it. \"And you need to feel  \nlike your hearts beating one of these days, boy. Or else you're going to lose the  \nability to.\"  \n  \nI just sat there, looking at the stars, remembering how she and I always  \nwondered how they could make them so clear. It wasn't until a few months ago  \nthat we realized it was all just one big refection onto a big screen... but that  \ndidn't make it any less magical.  \n  \n\"Felix?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah?\"  \n  \n\"You've been cutting your napkin for about five minutes now...\"  \n  \n\"Oh...\" And I had been. My steak had long since disappeared down my throat,  \nbut I still felt emptiness. Not like a hungry emptiness, though, but a sort of  \nlonging. Maybe this was the boy to fall for? Maybe this risk was worth taking? I  \ncould afford to play with fire a little, couldn't I?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I dunno,\" I said, finally after my head started clearing of static. \"Do you think I  \nshould give it a shot?\"  \n  \n\"Yes,\" She sigh-sneered like she was tired of me as she rubbed her temples  \nwith her paws. \"What have you got to lose?\"  \n  \n\"Nothing I guess...\"  \n  \n\"If it doesn't work out, then you're right back to where we started from.\"  \n  \n\"We?\"  \n  \n\"Well, who exactly are you going to bitch about this to, huh?\"  \n  \n\"Alex already got the first listen.\"  \n  \n\"Oh that fucker...\" She sort of slammed her fork down. \"I knew you should have  \nmoved in with me! Or at least go on msn more...\"  \n  \n\"I hate msn...?\"  \n  \n\"Well...\" She looked like a mix of angry and concern blended up right to make  \na smoothie. \"I still need to be updatd, ya know?\"  \n  \n\"And what about me?\" I chuckled, waving the waiter away as he prodded us  \nwith our bill. \"How come I haven't had an update yet, huh?\"  \n  \n\"'Cause nothing's changed,\" She replied without skipping a beat. \"I'm in love  \nwith my boyfriend, I hate my job, and I miss you a lot.\"  \n  \n\"Awww,\" I blushed. She never shows affection like this... \"Does this mean you're  \ndying...?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She just shook her head slowly like she had her paw on a pistol, which was at  \nthe ready to blow my hysterical head off. \"Date Aiden.\" Was her bullet, and as I  \nfelt it enter my head, I felt my defence weaken that much more...  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Date Aiden...\" I growled into the ground as I walked. The bus was late...  \nagain, and I was short on funds for a cab-ride home. The night was young, the  \nair smelled sweet, so I figured \"Why the hell not?\"  \n  \nThe moon was climbing as I gave Jenna her customary goodbye-I'll-miss-  \nyou-forever hug that lasts for five minutes. It was now situated over me, staring at  \nme, probing my mind for an answer on what the hell I should do.  \n  \n\"He hasn't texted me...\" I patted my pants-pocket to see if I had magically  \nmisplaced my phone. My mom said it happens to everyone, seeing as she went  \nthrough around seven phones a year due to this sickness, but no. My phone-  \nlosing virginity goes unscathed.  \n  \n\"Maybe I did freak him out...\"  \n  \nThe cold was a little colder then I would have liked it to have been. It was just  \nwindy enough to go through my fur, cutting into my bare skin like a snow-knife.  \nBut on I walked with a boy in my head, twisting every which way on how I could  \nmake this a win-win situation for us both. Preferably me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; That's when my phone went off. Two quick vibrations  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \n...that made me stop dead in my tracks and blush.  \n  \n\"Oh my god...\" I narrated myself as I pulled my phone from my pocket. If I was  \nin a movie right now, this shit would totally be epic with the music. \"Could it  \nbe\"  \n  \nBut it was Alex wondering where the hell I was, which confused me a little.  \nUsually, he didn't care, but I guess these were special circumstances. I had a  \npotential boy flopping into my life, which was apparently exciting to everyone  \nwho knew me.  \n  \nAnd that thought right there... made me realize how alone I was.  \n  \n\"I'm... on... my... way...\" I like saying what I'm texting, even when there's a  \nwhole bunch of other fur around listening. Sure I look like an idiot, but I haven't  \nhad a typo since... I can't remember. And we all know how deadly text typos can  \nbe...  \n  \nSo on I walked, shivering until I reached that familiar dorm-building door,  \nwhich was full of familiar faces to smile at. Alex was down there with his guitar,  \nplaying chords and singing to Lindsay, who immediately got up to strangle me  \nin a hug.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm SO sorry I missed you this afternoon, Felix!\" She pouted her lip like an  \nemo kid. \"I was running late! But here you are now!\"  \n  \n\"I'm so glad...\" Was all I could respond with, eyeing over to Alex who was  \ncaught up in whatever he was playing. \"But I've had a... weird day, so I'm just  \ngonna\"  \n  \n\"Oh did you meet up with Aiden?!\" She squealed a little louder then I would  \nhave liked her to. A couple heads turned as she hugged me again, this time  \ngetting lipstick on my shirt. Black lipstick... ugh...  \n  \n\"No,\" I sighed, not really glaring at her. \"I hung out with the ex.\"  \n  \nHer happiness drained away instantly.  \n  \n\"Oh...\"  \n  \nThen charged...  \n  \n\"Well...\"  \n  \nThen exploded.  \n  \n\"I THINK YOU AND AIDEN WOULD MAKE A\"  \n  \nI didn't know what to do, so my instincts kicked in. My paw flew at her muzzle  \nand clamped it shut before she could finish her sentence. An act that almost sent  \nAlex off his sofa to aid her. Then he remembered who I was.  \n  \n\"Aiden and I...\" I whispered to her. \"Are nothing more than friends.\" I thought  \nabout it. \"Actually... We're not even friends?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her eyes drooped into sadness.  \n  \n\"Well we are a little,\" And then my ears fell. \"But...\" And then I let her go.  \n  \nBut she didn't run or anything, which surprised me. She seemed like the brittle  \nsort. She just stared and smiled a little.  \n  \n\"I hope for you, Felix.\" And then she walked away.  \n  \nAnd that was it. Life resumed to normal as Alex smiled at me from a distance.  \n  \n\"Isn't she great?\" He mouthed to me.  \n  \nI replied with my shoulder, heading towards the elevator.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nBack in bed, although I slightly felt uncomfortable laying there with a traitor on  \ntop of me. The ambience of the building whispered all around as I just stared at  \nthe ceiling, debating heavily on my next move.  \n  \nThat's when my phone vibrated. Two quick vibrations  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \nI jumped because the thing was still in my pocket, making me realize I was  \nalready growing a habit of not changing before I went to bed.  \n  \nThat's when I pulled it out, flipping it open. Blinding me.  \n  \nIt was from Adien.  \n  \n  \n  \nHey [:  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nI got tired of writing journals about my life. This is it, right here. I'm telling you my story of 2008-present.  \nI 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.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"If I could be your chew-toy: Based on a True Story.","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/75323-to-the-night-you-stole-from-me.json"}}