{"sf1_id":75323,"sf2_id":"lmX9xL6n","title":"To the night you stole from me..","author":"MixedUpPup","words":4723,"posted_at":"2009-01-30T20:24:00.000Z","tags":["Bat","Bear","Friendship","M/M","Mild Drama","No-Yiff","Story Series","Tiger","Wolf","Young Love"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/75323-to-the-night-you-stole-from-me","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmX9xL6n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7e/9e/7e9ea761-dbda-483c-b6be-906ec5ffe8b5","description":"#2 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  \nI can't say that I felt totally happy that you texted me..  \n  \nI wouldn't have minded if we just left it right there.  \n  \nBut no. You had to be persistent.  \n  \nAnd I can't believe how much I started liking it...  \n  \n  \n  \nThat night was so... like a painting. As soon as I got his text it was like my cell phone could  \nhave lit the planet on fire with the word \"Hey [:\" burned into the equator.  \n  \nIt took me a minute to realize that I wasn't dreaming. To make sure I hadn't blinked and realized I  \nwas late for class.  \n  \nWhich wouldn't have mattered anyway. It was Sunday... but that was the farthest from my  \nmind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What the crap should I say back?\" Was the closest. And so I stared at this portal to another  \ndimension, thinking it too small to even try passing through.  \n  \n\"Hey... there...\" And then I looked at it. Was it symmetrical enough? Did it flow? Display my  \nopinion relevantly? Then I looked as my backlight went out. I looked at myself. \"This isn't a fucking  \nessay...\"  \n  \nThat's when my door opened, which made me panic, which made me press the send button  \nwith my stupid mutant huge paws...  \n  \n\"Hey,\" Came Alex's voice. It was a whisper, like smoke. \"You seemed a little freaked out  \ndownstairs. Everything okayâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"I sent it...\" I said, looking into my outbox. My phone lagged, so the suspense built up in my ears.  \n\"I fucking... sent it...\"  \n  \n\"Sent what?\" Alex took a step in.  \n  \n\"Hey... there...\" I repeated angrily, in a voice that mimicked me if I were a retarded water  \nbuffalo on acid.  \n  \n\"...hi?\" Alex started sounding worried. \"Felixâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"No.\" I cut him off. \"That's what I sent... ISN'T THAT RETARDED?!\" And then I went into a  \nsplurge of imitations. \"Hey there... Hey... there... HEY THERE...\" With each sounding worse than  \nthe last.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Felix...\" Alex finally sat at the foot of my bed. \"You're scaring me.. a little bit.\"  \n  \nBut I didn't hear him. My phone was vibrating.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nThe mother ship was calling me home. Or at least that's what it felt like when I flipped my phone  \nopen again.  \n  \n\"Lawl, what's up?\" I read it out loud, not really meaning to. Now I was in a bind...  \n  \n\"What should I say?!\" I looked at what I could see of the bat, but there was a glowing rectangle  \nstapled into the center of my vision. \"I mean... Wait, what time isâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Give me your phone,\" Alex groaned, placing his paw out. \"You need to sleep now, Felix.\"  \n  \nMy jaw fell. \"Excuse me?\"  \n  \n\"Do you realize how much of a mess you've managed to fall into the past two days?\"  \n  \nI thought about it for a second. A good looong second. Had I really become so... Well, as he  \nsaid, a mess? Which opened up a whole bunch of doors with questions falling out.  \n  \n\"Why is this affecting me so much?\"  \n  \n\"Why do I keep thinking about it?\"  \n  \n\"Am I guilty?\"  \n  \n\"Why won't this box get out of my way...?!\"  \n  \nI guess I must of paused for a second too long. He \"Hmmed?\" me really hard and stared at me  \nwith his \"heat vision\" eyes.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Finally I gave him a \"I guess I have been a bit... mess-ish?\"  \n  \n\"I'll say you have,\" Alex replied, triumphant. \"No give me your phone so you can sleep. I'm sure  \nAiden will still be on the other end in the morning.\"  \n  \n\"Not...hing... trying... to... get... some... sleep... ttyl...\" I sounded off like a drone before I  \npressed send again. Then I gave in. \"There.\"  \n  \n\"You're doing yourself a huge favour,\" Alex smiled a little as he swiped the device from my  \nfingers. \"Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we'llâ€\"\"  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \nHe must of saw my ears perk as he looked at the thing that was lighting up in his paw.  \n  \n\"Don't,\" He warned. \"Don't even start with the eyesâ€\"\"  \n  \nBut start, I did. I gave him the most ridiculous puppy-dog face I could muster without pushing too  \nhard, because I always buy in to the \"Don't make silly faces or else it might get stuck that way\"  \nlegend.  \n  \nYes. To me it's a legend. Could you imagine having puppy-dog eyes all the time? You'd be the  \ndepresso-ball of any party, even if you were the only one dancing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Stop it. You can have it in the morning.\" And with that, he left without looking at me. He and I  \nboth knew that all it took was enough exposure to that face and he'd be done for sure.  \n  \nBUT WHAT THE HELL DID THAT MESSAGE SAY?!  \n  \n\"Okay, yeah,\" I rolled over and whispered, sounding angrier then I probably was. \"Get some  \nsleep, boyo while I take your cell phone away and not let you check messages.\" It was my water  \nbuffalo on acid voice again.  \n  \n\"Guess I'll just have to sleep on it...\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Yep... any time now I'll be dreaming of... ugh... getting my cell phone.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Ugh... Just close your eyes... and fall asleep... It's not that hard...\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"SLEEEP! JUST LET ME FALL ASLEEP!?\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nBy 4 in the morning I had had it. Nothing was happening, which had never happened to me  \nbefore. I always slept like a pup. I could win awards. I could break records. I could make grave  \noccupants jealous...  \n  \nBut not tonight. Definatly not tonight. I had to get the thing back.  \n  \nBut Alex was in his room... probably with the door locked... with his... girlfriend...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The thought sickened me. What if she was naked?! What if HE was naked...? What if they  \nwere having sex right now...  \n  \n\"Oh my god...\" I groaned. \"I have to call the ex...\" And as I, out of habit, reached for my cell  \nphone (which should have been) on my bedside table I remembered the past couple hours and  \nfelt like an idiot. \"Okay,\" I threw my covers off me and scuttled over to my desk. My clothes were  \nstill nice and warm from my body heat, although I could feel a draft that was quickly dissolving  \nthat, but my laptop kept the underside of my paws toasty as I logged on.  \n  \nI had made a mental side-note long ago to never say my passwords out loud while I typed them,  \nalthough it always felt like I had to bite my lips to keep them from opening, but soon the screen  \nreverted, blinding me with my pure-white snow background that almost sent me tossing out of my  \nchair.  \n  \n\"She better freaking be onâ€\"\" I typed in my MSN Messenger password, once again locking my  \nlips, and watched the two icons spin together in unison.  \n  \nAs luck, and predictability would have it, there she was. Jenna. Online. Ready for me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: Hey :). Can you meet me somewhere?  \n  \nJen-Jen says: holy shit your online lol.  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: Yeah. Now can you meet me somewhere?  \n  \nJen-Jen says: dude it's 430 in the morning? where do you expect us to go?  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: I dunno? Anywhere lol. I can't sleep... :(.  \n  \nJen-Jen says: neither can I, but its cold and I don't feel like leaving.  \n  \nJen-Jen says: lol.  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: He texted me today...  \n  \nJen-Jen says: WHAT?!  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: Yeah I know...  \n  \nJen-Jen says: ill meet you in the lobby of your dorm. 15 minutes.  \n  \nFeel-Hex says: Kay ;)  \n  \n  \n  \nJen-Jen is now offline.  \n  \n  \n  \nAnd apparently it was that easy.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nWhen I got down to the lobby, Jenna was shivering outside with her angry eyes set to full  \npower. I had preoccupied myself with some \"video searching\" which ended up keeping me in that  \nchair for about ten minutes longer then I should have.  \n  \n\"What's your deal?!\" She shouted at me as I let her in. My building locks their doors at night so  \ncrack-heads and other college kids don't get in. \"Why don't you answer your freaking cell  \nphone?!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Alex took it away from me so I could get some sleep,\" I sighed, giving a bit of a stretch as she  \nwent and sat on one of the big comfy chairs. \"But it ended up doing theâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"What did Aiden say?\" Was what she cut me off with. \"And it better be good, because I just  \ntook a cab here and waited while you were probably surfing porn.\"  \n  \n\"He said \"Hey\",\" I replied, plopping down on the chair next to her. \"Then I responded with \"Here  \nthere,\" got a \"What's up\" and Alex took it from me.\"  \n  \n\"What an ASSHOLE!?\" This was her trying to defending me already. \"Taking away your only  \ncontact from the boy you're going to fall in love with?!\"  \n  \n\"Who says ANYTHING about love?\" I said, feeling a little embarrassed. \"I don't even KNOW the  \nguy?!\" Then I stopped. \"Kay, well, I KNOW him... But I don't even know if he's my type?! And like  \nI've said a million timesâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"You can't afford to get with someone who's unsure of themselves,\" Jenna interrupted with  \nher monotone \"Omg I know...\" voice. \"But Felix, you've got to take some risks, ya know?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It's not like I don't already know what love is...\" Was my only response. \"I've experienced it  \nbefore, ya know?\"  \n  \n\"Right,\" She gave me a bit of a smile as she leaned in. \"But you've forgotten how blissful it is, I  \ncan tell. You barely smile on your own anymore, and when I see you with Alex and... that thing  \nthat he's dating... you look like you'd give anythingâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Stop right there,\" I could barely stand it for some reason. What she was saying was making  \nperfect sense, but I hated when it was thrown out in front of me for everyone to see. It was  \nworse than her slapping me in the face for some reason... It hurt. Bad.  \n  \n\"I know you're hurting,\" Jenna persisted. \"I know you hate being alone. That's why I think you  \nshould give this some serious thought.\"  \n  \n\"Okay, and what do you call the thought processes that I've been giving it so far?  \nSemi-serious? Like... do I need to get a ring or something?\" Oh sarcasm... My only defence  \nagainst her after she's proven everything is right and true, while I see it wrong as fuck.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She just stared at me with her brilliant eyes, full of feeling towards me, saying \"Listen to me or  \nI'll kill you.\" Which usually did the trick in times like these. This was no different.  \n  \n\"Will you see him?\"  \n  \n\"I think a little part of me always planned on it...\"  \n  \n\"I don't think you'll regret it, Felix,\" She gave me the warmest smile. \"And even if he does let you  \nfall, you've got me.\"  \n  \n\"And Alex,\" I finished, knowing that she cringed at the thought.  \n  \n\"No,\" She pointed a finger at me. \"JUST... me.\"  \n  \nAnd then she stood, turned on her heal and started for the door.  \n  \n\"Oh, and get your cell back today, kay?\" She was talking into the door. \"I'll need someone to  \nchat with while my boyfriend's in the hospital.\"  \n  \n\"What?!\" I almost got up to run, but she stopped me with her words.  \n  \n\"His dad suffered a football injury the other day.\" She didn't sound too worried, so I fed off that  \nand felt better. \"We're going to go visit him. And by \"we\" I mean \"he\" while \"me\" stays in the  \nwaiting room for a million hours.\"  \n  \n\"Aren't you not supposed to have mobile's in the hospital...? Some crap with theâ€\"\" But she  \nshut the door behind her before I could finish.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nBy the time I got back upstairs I could have totally collapsed on my bed, which I had been  \nplanning on to for about the whole elevator ride back up. But something caught my eye on my  \nbright-as-hell computer screen.  \n  \nA little orange icon in the bottom bar.  \n  \n  \n  \n(\\*)Aiden says: Lawl your up late? Or early? =)  \n  \n  \n  \n(\\*)Aiden is now offline.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Fuck!?\" I shouted, not really meaning to. Then body slammed my bed after closing my laptop  \nscreen rather harshly.  \n  \n\"What the fuck?!\" I screamed in my head. \"Does he like... UGH!? How could... WHY?!\" Then I  \nsighed, really... really loud. \"Whatever...\"  \n  \nAnd by then my eyes were closing on their own. It was over, the milk was spilled. Nothing  \nmore I could do today except sleep and hope that for some reason Aiden thinks I'm dying and  \ncomes into my room asking what's wrong. Then I could shower him in apology and let him take  \nme out to a movie so I can buy him popcorn of forgiveness...  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Ring ring,\" Was what woke me up. Not from a phone. A voice said it. \"Ring ring, Felix, time to  \ngetâ€\"\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Who dares disturb my slumber...\" I cut him off. \"For he/she will have to suffer the  \nconsequences of doing so...\"  \n  \n\"Get up you lazy ass,\" Alex laughed, obviously noticing my Aladdin reference before improving  \nthe consequences part. \"Its 10:30 and I have a phone full of text messages for you to read.\"  \n  \nWhat a bastard... How could he be so clever as to know my sudden weakness so well?? Sure  \nhe knew that I was on thin ice with Aiden already (right?), but how could he all of the sudden  \nunderstand the power of it all... even I didn't because it had grown so quickly.  \n  \n\"What the fuck...\" Was my summons before I shot out of bed, blindly grabbing for the flipping  \npiece of metal and plastic that was somewhere just out of my reach.  \n  \nLike a jack-ass, he pulled it away. \"Seven, to be exact. Follow me now.\"  \n  \n\"NO!?\" I shouted. My angst was gripping me in the pants. \"GIVE IT TO ME NOWWWW!\"  \n  \n\"Holy shit...\" Alex seemed to be looked at a train coming head-on, and I wasn't sure where this  \nother side of me was coming from, but it sort of felt good to shake him. It was hard getting under  \nhis lid, but once you did it was only too noticeable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Fine,\" He threw it and I missed, hearing it whistle over to my sheets. \"You need to calm down,  \nFelix. I know this is all a new feeling toâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"NEW?!\" I replied. For some reason I was in super hardcore defence mode. \"I'll tell you about  \nnew feelings, mate! Iâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"I know you've been in love before,\" Alex cut me off, which didn't help.  \n  \n\"Love?!\" I twisted my face entirely not on purpose. \"Who said ANYTHING about LOVE?!\"  \n  \n\"Felix, come on,\" I groaned. \"Look at yourself! You've whining with your ass over the tea-kettle  \nat every single thing this boy contacts you with. YOU'RE LOSING SLEEP GOD DAMNIT!\"  \n  \n\"It's not THAT bad!?\" I did a double-take. \"Is it?\"  \n  \nAlex only replied with a nod. \"Yeah, it's getting there... Maybe it's because you've been so  \nalone. Maybe it's because you haven't gotten overâ€\"\"  \n  \nI thrusted my finger, feeling flames burning in my throat. \"Don't you dare say it, Alex. I'm  \nwarning you.\"  \n  \n\"I know, I know,\" Alex calmed me a little with his gestures. \"But maybe you're going too fast.  \nWhat happened to \"I can't afford to mess withâ€\"\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Kay,\" I stopped him right there. \"All it is is me feeling guilty for snubbing him. Then being a  \ncomplete jerk and not replying because of SOMEONE! That's all!\"  \n  \nAlex looked like he had to take a second to think, which was probably the most awkward  \nmoment of my life up until that point. Then he gave a smile, walked a bit over to me, and sighed.  \n  \n\"Okay, Felix,\" He put his paw on my shoulder. \"Just please... Be careful, okay?\"  \n  \n\"I always am, Alex,\" I returned his eye-contact, which made me look to the floor again. \"It's just  \nguilt. There's no feelings...\" And with that, I retreated into my room, taking one last glance before I  \nclosed the door.  \n  \nI don't know if what I had just said was a lie. There was no way there could be feelings. I don't  \neven know the guy past the few MSN talks, the few hangouts a million years ago, and the one  \nphone call we shared for about half an hour.  \n  \nBut the thought of him sort of started to excite me for some reason.  \n  \nMaybe it wasn't guilt...?  \n  \nBut it had to be. That's what I kept telling myself anyway.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAlex didn't lie either, my cell phone had seven new texts on it. The fact that only one of them  \nwas from Aiden made my face contort at the other six, which were from Jenna asking where the  \nhell I was over and over and over and over and over and over again.  \n  \nAiden's simply said \"Did you fall asleep? Lawl ttyl then =D\" which I read about 18 million times to  \nfind some inner meaning inside it.  \n  \nBut, me being a journalist, I only fell facedown and took it for face-value. There was nothing for  \nme to recognize. No hidden phantom that takes me by the throat. Nothing to make me sweat.  \n  \nWhich frustrated me beyond any conceivable outlook. \"Maybe he does just want to be  \nfriends...\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nI almost threw it. It was so uncalled for, but the thought that it could be Aiden made me get over  \nthat it about 0.5 seconds as I ripped the screen open.  \n  \nFrom Jenna. \"You should give Aiden more thought.\"  \n  \n\"What the fuck Jenna. How much thought do you think I'm not giving him? Honestly...\" I  \nunderstood though. She's happy seeing me interested. So is Alex. Partly because it really has  \nbeen a long time. But still, fuck them for simply enjoying watching me squirm... Ugh.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I don't know if it was the suddenness of it all, or the simple glance at my clock, but everything  \nbecame a blur when i realized \"Oh fuck... Class starts in exactly thirteen minutes.\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nThere was no time for a shower. No time to even put thought into what I was going to wear.  \nJust a mad rush with my cell in my pocket, my iPod in my ears, and my wallet (with the exact  \namount of change for a certain vulgar energy drink) in my bag.  \n  \nGranted, ironically, I was thirteen minutes late with \"Bawls\" in my paw, but it didn't matter.  \nBarely anyone showed up for Essay History on Monday.  \n  \n\"Look who decided to be late, then?\" Professor Speck eyed me with a ruler in his paw. He  \nalways wore tweed blazers with blue jeans, which made him look like he should constantly be  \nsmoking a cigarette while agonizing over his latest poem.  \n  \n\"Sorry Profâ€\"\" I tried to say before scanning the room.  \n  \nEveryone freaking showed up.  \n  \nDamnit...  \n  \n\"Excuse?\" Speck smiled. He loved to terrorize his students. Especially me.  \n  \n\"Not really.\" I said, and for some reason I thought about spewing the whole situation to my  \nclass. \"I justâ€\"\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Slept in?\" God I loved it when he spat up excuses for me.  \n  \nEven if he was right.  \n  \nI nodded and took my seat. Next to Tiger with a Mohawk who only went by the name  \n\"Nameless\". He wore leather with Misfits patches all over it. I'm pretty sure he had doubles of  \neverything on his pants. But he meant well.  \n  \n\"Hmph,\" He nodded to me as he crossed his arms. His nose ring danced as he flared his  \nnostrils.  \n  \n\"Hey,\" I whispered. \"Did I miss anything?\"  \n  \nHe just shook a firm \"No\". I'm pretty sure I've never heard him utter a single word. But I've read  \nsome of the things he's scratched into his desk with the knife he carries in his jacket. Pretty  \nhardcore...  \n  \n\"Now seeing as I've been rudely interrupted,\" Speck paused and eyed me one more time before  \nriffling through a few papers he had on his desk. \"I guess this'll be the optimum time to return to  \nyou your entry essay assignments.\"  \n  \nI dreaded this assignment, which was probably shown by my loud sigh. Nameless looked me  \nup and down, and I'm not sure or not, but I think he gave me a supportive smile. The kind that's like  \n\"It's okay, you probably aced it, even though I'm just lying to you\".  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Speck started going up and down the rows, handing out \"constructive\" criticism, along with a  \ncouple sympathetic chuckles and \"Why exactly are you here\"'s. But it wasn't until he reached my  \nseat thatâ€\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*Buzz Buzz\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nI've never blushed so hard in my life. Partly because I knew my Prof had heard it. Partly  \nbecause I know his policy on cell phones. And partly because it could be Aiden. Damnit again...  \n  \n\"What was that Mr. Felix?\" He put on a wicked grin. \"Because I could have swornâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"It was actually me,\" A deep voice came up from behind me. I turned to see Nameless looking at  \nan ancient piece of junk, surrendering it to the wrath that could have been Professor Speck.  \n  \n\"Shawn...\" Speck sighed, ripping the thing out of the leather-gloved paw. \"I'm surprised at you!  \nYou're always so... Quiet...?\"  \n  \nAnd he didn't say another word. He packed his books, kept his eyes to his feet, and shoved me  \naside as he headed for the door.  \n  \nNeedless to say I was dumbfounded. First, this guy took the fall for me, then he storms out like  \nthe name \"Shawn\" is some sort of abomination.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The whole room was dead, staring at, what felt like, was me. I didn't do anything but stare at  \nmy knees as Professor Speck called everyone's attention back from WTF...?  \n  \n\"Well I guess I have to catch up with him later,\" He called out. \"Mr. Felix,\" He took a few sheets  \nof paper out from the stack. \"Nicely written. It seemed like you knew what you were talking  \nabout.\" And then he moved on. Just like that.  \n  \nI eyed my work, guessing it would range somewhere from 60-70.  \n  \n\"87%...?\" I couldn't believe it.  \n  \nTake that essay that made me stay up 3 and a half hours to write.  \n  \n\"Looks like it's time for a toast,\" I thought as I took my can of Bawls in paw, popping the tab  \nopen before warding off my sudden exhaustion with a 30-second chug-fest that finished the  \nthing.  \n  \nAnd when I looked around again, everyone was still eyeing me like a monster.  \n  \nThat's when my phone buzzed again.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"So what happened again?\" Jenna was busy sipping while I paced back and forth.  \n  \n\"Kay,\" I ordered the story in my head. \"So my phone went off in classâ€\"\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"And it was Aiden?\" She interrupted me with her perfect voice.  \n  \n\"Yes it was Aidenâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"And what did he say?\"  \n  \n\"I'll get to it! So there's this guy namedâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"There's another guy?! Holy shit Felâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"No!\" I had to stop. \"There's only Aidenâ€\"\" And I stopped myself again. \"NO! There's NOBODY!\"  \n  \nShe smiled at me with her piercing \"You're such a liar\" face. \"You're such a freaking liar...\"  \n  \nSee?  \n  \nI paused in place, debating on taking it further. To plunge deeper into denial. \"So this other guy  \nnamed Shawn totally took the heat for me today for no reason.\"  \n  \n\"What heat?\" She seemed more interested in the other guy then the actual problem.  \n  \n\"Prof Speck heard my cell go off,\" I was using way too many gestures with my paws. \"And  \nShawnâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Who's Shawn again?\"  \n  \n\"He's this punk tiger guy,\" I rolled my eyes. \"Ya know... COMPLETELY unlike your BOYFRIEND  \nand everything.\"  \n  \nBut she was purring at the thought. \"I know... but punk... leather... dangerâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" I sighed. \"Anyways, he handed over his cell phone and left because the teacher said  \nhis name.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Is he weird?\"  \n  \n\"He's... deep,\" I thought about it. \"Yeah.\"  \n  \n\"I could totally take that the wrong way, ya know?\" She chuckled and sipped her mug.  \n  \n\"Kay do you want me to get on with it or not?\" I groaned, still thinking about what I wanted to  \norder.  \n  \n\"Because we can talk about your life, ya know?\"  \n  \n\"Heck no,\" She said. \"Nothing happens in my life. You're the one with all this drama building up?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" My ears lowered a bit. \"I think it's just me doing it to myself, really.\"  \n  \nShe gave one of those \"Awws\" and rubbed my shoulder before changing completely back.  \n\"Yeah you pretty much are.\" She smiled though, which made me feel better. \"But hey, if you write  \nabout it one day, it might just entertain someone.\"  \n  \n\"Like you?\" I smugged, but she just laughed.  \n  \n\"Duh,\"  \n  \nAnd we let those words mingle above us as we rated people who walked in, snuggling in the  \nsame purple chair like we were in love for the very first time.  \n  \n\"6?\"  \n  \n\"Nah, more 7.5,\"  \n  \n\"You think so?\"  \n  \n\"I like his jacket...\"  \n  \nAnd it would just go on like that for hours.  \n  \n\"What do you think he looks like naked?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I wonder if he shaves hisâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Do you think he's bigger then you?\"  \n  \nUntil finally we just enjoyed each other's breathing, and the fact that everyone was assuming  \nthe same thing about us.  \n  \nNot to mention the fact that everyone was dead wrong.  \n  \nFriends could do this too. Friends can cuddle. And that made everything okay.  \n  \n\"So what did he say?\"  \n  \n\"Huh?\"  \n  \n\"What did the text say, silly?\"  \n  \nI felt like an idiot for not telling her.  \n  \n\"He wants to hang out with me next Sunday.\"  \n  \n\"Uh oh?\"  \n  \n\"No uh oh. He just wants to watch scary movies.\"  \n  \nThat's when she jerked a little.  \n  \n\"You know what that means, right?\"  \n  \n\"... that he likes scaryâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Scary movies automatically equal closeness!\" Then she pushed me off =(.  \n  \nI felt unearthed. Confused and bewildered like I had just been taken out of bed and put onto a  \nstage. Naked. With my nipples set on fire.  \n  \n\"You don't thinkâ€\"\" I tried to flank the thought. To think of some other excuse.  \n  \n\"That's how my boyfriend got me, Felix,\" She stared at me long and hard, driving the nail of her  \npoint into my skull with her hammer-vision.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So should Iâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"HE WANTS YOU!\"  \n  \nI had never seen her so overjoyed by one turn of events before. It made me happy, I think. Just  \nbecause she was happy for me. And just because maybe Aiden did want me after-all.  \n  \n\"I guess it's a good thing I said yes then.\"  \n  \nShe just bathed me in her smile. And the sweet sweet smell of her scent as she pulled me  \nclose again.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"It's not that I didn't expect this all to happen. I'm one to get my hopes up for things like these.  \n  \nIt just has to be the right person, that's all.  \n  \nThey say that there are five stages of acceptance. And it's not like I feel like remembering them  \nall right now.  \n  \nBut I think I've gone up a step.  \n  \nI'm in denial. This can't be real anymore.  \n  \nJust because why would you choose me over anyone else?  \n  \nI'm excited though. I'm glad you did for some reason.  \n  \nEveryone seems so happy because of it. And that makes me happy.\"  \n  \nI couldn't help but smile. I had even begun trusting my blanket again.  \n  \nFor once everything was going okay and it didn't seem like it was hurting anyone.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nAll I remember from that night was laying there, staring at the ceiling and thinking with my paws  \nbehind my head.  \n  \n\"Maybe I can risk it.\" I was already there. I was willing I think.  \n  \nSunday was going to be the best day of my life.  \n  \nIs that wrong of me to think?  \n  \nI'd go ask Alex... but he's busy railing his girlfriend next door.  \n  \nThat's the only reason I'm still laying here, staring at the ceiling and thinking with my paws  \nbehind my head.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nAnd so here you have part 2. Hope you enjoyed it, I really don't have much to say about it. I'm just excited to spill about the Sunday... xD  \n=Pup  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"If I could be your chew-toy: Based on a True Story.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/72832-to-the-day-you-f-ed-me-over.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/78153-to-the-afternoon-of-yoinking.json"}}