{"sf1_id":78153,"sf2_id":"dmBWY42n","title":"To the afternoon of \"Yoinking\"...","author":"MixedUpPup","words":6083,"posted_at":"2009-02-23T04:58:00.000Z","tags":["Bat","Bear","Cuddling","Friendship","M/M","Mild Drama","No-Yiff","Tiger","Wolf","Young Love"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/78153-to-the-afternoon-of-yoinking","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dmBWY42n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/49/8f/498f4ca2-ceed-4387-b416-1725e0d18afe","description":"#3 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's like time just stopped, really. For a whole week, things maintained a certain pattern.  \n  \nGo to bed/put more thought into Aiden.  \n  \nWake up/ Listen to Alex about how much I \"like\" Aiden.  \n  \nGo to school/Get text messages from Jenna to date Aiden.  \n  \nGo to bed/Wish Aiden was there...  \n  \n  \n  \nAnd that last thought..  \n  \nFreaks the shit out of me...  \n  \n  \n  \nThings didn't really pick up until Thursday. It was mid-morning stroll time, which left me  \nwandering the courtyards of the campus with french-fries in my paw. Some old Thursday in my  \nbooks..  \n  \nUntil Shawnâ€\" Noâ€\" Nameless rounded the corner of Building A with a stack of papers under  \nhis arm. His Mohawk a mess, barely standing as a shade seemingly hovered over him, keeping  \nhis features dark for some reason. Which made me notice how sketchy of a fur he was in the  \nfirst place. Always walking with his muzzle to the concrete, off to who-knows-where to  \nprobably do drugs and write his next big song that'll bring punk back from the dead.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But what I was concerned about was me thanking him for what he did a few days ago. Like,  \nhow exactly was I supposed to go about it...?  \n  \n\"Hey Nameless, thanks for saving myâ€\"\" But by then he would probably take out his idiot gun  \nand paint my forehead red.  \n  \nHe was heading the opposite way. Fast. And for some reason, my legs were following him,  \nmaking my shins start to ache as I sped-walked. I wanted to call out, and I'm pretty sure I was  \nbeing watched by probably forty others, but I didn't care.  \n  \nI just wanted to say thank you. For some reason it meant that much to me.  \n  \n\"Hey,\" It was just more than a whisper as the sloosh of my jeans indicated my speedup.  \n  \nNo answer. He just kept walking.  \n  \n\"Hey!\" It was a little louder, and I knew he could hear me. He just chose to feign interest.  \n\"Excuse me! Nameless!\"  \n  \nHe stopped, turned, and threw whatever was under his arm to the ground.  \n  \n\"WHAT!\" His teeth were bare. So was his attitude. He didn't care who was looking now. \"What  \nthe FUCK do YOU want!\"  \n  \nIt came like a torrent, destroying me as I almost actually tripped into him. The words in my mouth  \nwere gone as bloodshot eyes pinpointed me like a target.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"WELL??\"  \n  \n\"I dunno,\" Was all I could say as my ears sucked to my skull and I began to feel 3 inches high.  \n  \nHe just \"HMPHED\" and walked away, leaving his stuff behind.  \n  \nNeedless to say, I was stunned, going back and forth from his slowly shrinking silhouette to the  \nthings on the ground.  \n  \nThey were hand written, messy, and in black ink. Pictures could be made out, and not badly  \ndrawn either. Roses, broken hearts, torn up letters, skeletons. Even words started showing  \nhidden images. It was like his life was spewn out in front of me, which made me feel uneasy as I  \npicked it all back up, put it under my arm like it was mine, and ran after him.  \n  \nHe had booked it, I guess, because it wasn't until half an hour later that I found him in a coffee  \nhot-spot sipping something from a big cup with spots on it. The big chair he was in was green. A  \nleather type of green that made him seem like he was king of the place.  \n  \nI walked up. He eyed me. I felt out of place.  \n  \n\"Here,\" I said, letting the paper slide into his lap. \"These looked important.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He was speechless for a second. Like he was about to destroy me again for bringing back his  \nstuff. Maybe he didn't want it after all. Maybe they were bad memories... Maybe he just wanted  \nto see them burn.  \n  \n\"...I don't know what to say,\" He spoke with a smaller tongue. Sincere as ever. \"Thank you...\"  \n  \n  \n  \nThen again... Maybe not.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"It's no problem,\" I replied with. \"I just wanted to thank you for the fall you took for me. You  \ndidn't have toâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Speck is an asshole,\" Nameless replied with before sipping his spotted cup again. \"He just  \nlikes picking on you. We all know it. You're the best in the class after all. Which pisses him off  \n‘cause you're not a teacher's pet.\"  \n  \n\"I'm not?\" Was all I could come up with.  \n  \n\"Depends,\" Nameless gave a course smile. \"Do you kiss his furry butt?\"  \n  \nI took a step back, spitting. \"Fuck no.\"  \n  \n\"Your sudden enthusiasm says otherwise...\" He shot. \"But... I believe you.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" I chuckled. \"I dunno... I justâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"You should go,\" He cut me off like he read my mind. \"Don't worry about the whole cell phone  \nthing. The one I gave him had candy in it.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Really?\" I said.  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" Nameless replied. \"As I said, don't worry. Go on nowâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Thanks again, I guess,\" Was what I left with, and as soon as the breeze hit my face, my mind  \nwas set to Sunday again.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Oh ho, The scary movie bit,\" Alex pawed his way down the middle of the downtown mall. The  \nplace where we went to look at things we couldn't afford and joke about who's dorm room they'd  \nend up living in. The flat screen always went in mine, only because he got the projector. He got  \nthe 360, mine was the PS3. The Wii would live in the kitchen for whenever we needed... I  \ndunno... Exercise. Guitars=his, turntables=mine. We had a whole system. And this was how it  \nwas going to be once we moved in together. Of course his girlfriend would be there too... But I'm  \nguessing I'd put her in the attic over the garage and be done with that.  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" I shook my head, matching my steps with his just because it looks weird to me when  \nother furs walk in unison. I always hoped I would attract someone else's attention with it just like  \nit attracted mine. \"Apparently it's some big secret \"Oh let's cuddle\" sort of code that I'd never  \nheard about until now.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You mean you've never use a scary movie to hold someone?\" He scoffed. \"How do you think I  \ngot Lindsay to tell me she felt for me?\"  \n  \n\"I always thoughtâ€\"\" I tried saying, but I sensed it was story time, thus deluding my surprise  \nwhen he cut me off.  \n  \n\"Man. It was the Ring. And for some reason, she was freaked out because of it. So I put my  \narm on the top part of the couch, ya know?\" He was putting his arm around my shoulder like it  \nwas this giant secret. Holding me close so only I could hear. \"Then,\" He paused. \"She screamed!  \nAnd I went in for the kill!\"  \n  \nOther people apparently heard him, turning their eyes to the psychopath that was hanging off  \nme like a drunk.  \n  \n\"So...\" I tried to break the silence. I suddenly didn't want people looking at me anymore. Even if  \nwe were still somewhat synced in the legs.  \n  \n\"She shifted, coming in close. Then she sighed, smiled, and admitted she liked me since we first  \nmet,\" He let go and stopped a second. \"Even though she seemed liked she hated me...\" Then  \nshrugged. \"Oh well. Women, right?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Uhh...\" I actually took this as a serious question for some reason. \"I guess. Can't really  \nrememberâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Wow,\" He looked me up and down. \"You've really got Sunday stapled in your head, don't you?\"  \n  \n\"Sort of,\" I blushed a little. He couldn't tell though.  \n  \n\"Well get off it,\" Alex pulled my arm, jerking my body forward like Jell-o fresh out of the oven.  \n\"You look hot today, surprisingly.\"  \n  \n\"Hey?\" I was hit with confusion. Like a shovel in the face. Just \\*BAM\\*. \"Wait. You just called me  \nhot? And,\" I looked myself over. \"I'm hot, today?\"  \n  \n\"Yeah, man?\" He chuckled. \"Come on, just stop worrying, will ya?\"  \n  \nAnd then he jerked me again, promising arcade escapades and the like.  \n  \nI was sold, but Sunday was still stapled harder than ever over my face.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nFriday. The last class of the day. Hardest class because... well... I really needed to get out of  \nthere. The clock seemed to be ticking an hour a second, and all I could do was sit here drawing  \nstick figures and hearts in my dumbass binder.  \n  \nJournalism-core. That's what it was. Our Prof, Mr. West was busy reviewing some raw  \nfootage that he, himself, had picked up the night before of a robbery on Baker Street. It didn't look  \nlike that big of a deal. Just some broken glass and stolen change. It figures that a van getting  \nbusted into is \"hot shit\" to talk about the next day at the water cooler. Or in this case. To your  \nstudents.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So as you can see, class,\" He spouted from his eagle-beak. \"Once you arrive ON the scene,  \nyou have about,\" He paused as the frames began to shake. In the film, he was running, panting  \nas he was screamed at. \"Let's say fifteen seconds?\" He counted on his feathers until the  \ncamera fell, hit the ground, and fizzled out. Then turned and smiled. \"Yeah. Fifteen seconds until  \nyou're tackled to the ground.  \n  \nHe lifted up his shirts, revealing a few bruises he had acquired. \"Pretty brutal stuffâ€\"\" And for  \nsome miraculous reason, the bell rang. The freaking class was over. And we all didn't know  \nwhat to do.  \n  \nProf West had always been known for drawing in his students like this, just because he was  \nalways more like one of us instead of a teacher. He got into it, usually wasting most of the lesson  \nwith his mindless stories about his children. Which weren't really mindless. They were hilarious  \nreally, but wayyyy off topic. Which was okay.  \n  \nInto the rush of the hallway, we went. All of us poured out like a teakettle into a river, finding  \nour place, marching.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Once you were in, you were IN. Unless of course you had the balls to push your way out. It  \nwas that heavy with thugs and strangers everywhere. You never knew, when you tried to get  \nout, who you were going to cross paths with. This is how some of the court-fights are started.  \nIt's ridiculous.  \n  \nLuckily it never happened to me, and every time I needed out, I ended up right where my locker  \nwas. The little nook in-between them would always house me until the lot had passed.  \n  \nBut something was different. As the crowd went, and I made my move for the nook, someone  \nhad already found their way into it, and as soon as I bumped them I almost let myself be swept up  \nin the current again.  \n  \n\"Hey,\" Came the voice. Sombre, obviously harmless, but almost lethal as it sang up to my ears.  \n  \nThe nook fitted two. Barely. And as I took in Aiden's scent, my heart kept skipping beats. He  \nwas there. Looking me in the eye. Smiling even...  \n  \n\"Hey there..\" I was reminded of my text message, for obvious reasons, and kept count on how  \nhigh my blush rating was elevating. So far, it had broken the scale, which made me feel like the  \nbiggest, reddest tool I've ever come in contact with. And that totally wasn't working for me right  \nnow.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I needed to be cool. I needed to be calmâ€\"  \n  \n\"I wasn't freaking going to see you until Sunday...\" I screamed in my head as the clamour of the  \ncrowd struck behind us. \"I would have gotten it together...?! I would have been prepared...?!?!? I  \nwould haveâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Excited for Sunday?\"  \n  \n\"Oh you bet!!\"  \n  \nHe smiled, taking a look at his finger armour. It gleamed against the fluorescence like teeth  \nstanding at the ready.  \n  \nI was being too enthusiastic... I was freaking him out.  \n  \nHe just stood there, eyeing me.  \n  \n\"I mean...\" I did my best to salvage. \"Ya know.. Whatever right?\"  \n  \nHe looked me in the eye. \"It's not really ‘whatever' to me though...\"  \n  \n  \n  \nDid I say broken? Blush scale=vaporized.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Whatâ€\"\"  \n  \nBut he put his paw on my chest. The metal fell dangerously towards my heart, and I'm pretty  \nsure he could feel it beating a mile a second. Then... a slight push.  \n  \nInto nothing.  \n  \nThe hallway was clear. A few students leaked through, straggling behind to get to class on  \ntime.  \n  \n\"I guess I didn't have to slip this in your locker,\" He handed me a piece of paper. But, being me, I  \nmissed it as it fell to the floor, hovering away from the both of us.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Clumsy,\" I covered as I swooshed after the rouge, catching after almost tripping. Thrice.  \n  \n\"Anyways, I gotta be heading off,\" He said after I returned.  \n  \n\"What is it?\"  \n  \n\"Huh?\"  \n  \nI held the paper in front of him. \"What... is...\"  \n  \n\"It's how to get to my place,\" He smiled, lowering my paw. For some reason I barged it into his  \nface.  \n  \n\"Okay,\" I smiled, putting the paper in my pocket. \"So what timeâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Everything is explained in there, kay?\"  \n  \nAnd I nodded, like a good boy, which made him smile like the boy I wanted.  \n  \nAnd suddenly I shook the thought out of my mind, sending it out to the universe, hoping it  \nwouldn't somehow get into the bear's head. That's the last thing I needed, really...  \n  \nThe first thing would probably be a clue. The second, a \"Stop thinking so much about it because  \nyou're making yourself fall for him\" ray, and the third, maybe a million dollars. Everyone always  \nneeds a million dollars.  \n  \n\"But yeah,\" He brought me back to reality. \"I best beâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Okay,\" I cut him off again. \"I shall catch youâ€\"\"  \n  \nAnd ya know what he did?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He hugged me.  \n  \nHe freaking HUGGED me... Just outstretched his arms, opened his metaphorical love-wings,  \nand threw me into a 5-second paradise parade. Everything turned pink and hot and... I dunno,  \namazing, as colour bombarded my face.  \n  \nAnd as soon as I knew it, he was half-way down the hallway.  \n  \nAnd as soon as I knew that, I became aware of the massive tent that somehow been able to  \npitch itself without me realizing...  \n  \nAnd as soon as I knew THAT... Let's just say Jenna was notified and rushed in for immediate  \nresponse.  \n  \n  \n  \nWait... not like...  \n  \nNOT THAT KIND OF IMMEDIATE RESPONSE...  \n  \nJeez... wash your mental dishes...  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nSunday.  \n  \nMy alarm clock.  \n  \nIt was probably the first Sunday in the history of my residence that I wasn't woken up by Alex  \nslamming the door as he left. I never blamed him for it.  \n  \nWell, I did when he first started doing it, but that heavy metal thing is probably designed for just  \nthat purpose. To get us out of bed. SO eventually, when I gave up at shouting at the bat that had  \nalready vacated the place, I just learnt to deal with it. He usually didn't leave till noon anyways.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I looked at my alarm, which was blared at my face with its evil demonic \"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP\"  \nnoise and slammed my paw on it before it woke Alexâ€\"  \n  \n\"WOULD YOU TURN THAT FUCKING THING OFF!?\"  \n  \nToo late... Take that, bat. Writhe in the pain that is waking up at... 7?  \n  \n7 am...?  \n  \nWhy the fuck do I need to wake up at 7 am. For something that's not supposed to happen untilâ€\"  \n  \nI took the note from my pants pocket, which was lying on my desk from a few nights before.  \n  \nâ€\"4 pm. He wanted me over at 4 pm.  \n  \nI chuckled at his address again. It struck me that he didn't live in residence. But then again, he  \nhad always lived close enough to walk, so why waste the money? The only person he knew  \nthat went here was me, and not even I would risk getting stuck with a stranger I had to call a  \nroommate. Thank the God I don't believe in that I convinced Alex to come here instead of out of  \nProvince, or else I would have been screwed...  \n  \n  \n  \nBut seriously, 7 am? What the hell was I thinking?  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \n\"Dude? Ya hungry?\"  \n  \nThe smell of microwaved hotdog slunked up to my nose before the words reached me. My  \nmouth watered as I drooled all over my pillow.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Feeeelixâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"I'm up,\" For some reason I was annoyed. \"What time is it?\"  \n  \n\"Ummm,\" Alex padded into his room. I could hear his door open, which made me wonder why  \nhe didn't just check on the microwave in the kitchen. \"It's 3:34.\"  \n  \n\"Holy I slept inâ€\"\" But the sudden realization of what the time actually meant made me jump,  \nsomehow, headfirst out of my sheets. \"HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCKâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Dude?\" Alex peeked in enough to see my boxer-clad body flinging around my room, trying to  \nput a semi-decent outfit together before another second ticked away. \"What'sâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck,\" Became my chant as I tried to calm myself enough to focus,  \nrather than rush. That's when a paw somehow found its way to my shoulder.  \n  \n\"You need to calm the fuck down,\" Alex was already in angro-mode, which didn't bode well for  \nme. \"What's with the \"holy fuck holy fuck\" mantra?\"  \n  \n\"I'm supposed to be at Aiden's house at 4.\" I was losing breathe as I dug through my dresser  \nwhich wasn't really a dresser. It was more like three drawers that collected all my clothes in the  \ntable that held my TV. \"And this is basically my last chance toâ€\"\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Last chance to what, Felix?\" Alex cut me off. \"Being a little late for the first date isn'tâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"It's not a date,\" I stopped him right there. \"We're just hanging out. And if I'm late then that  \nminimizes the chance for an ACTUAL date.\"  \n  \n\"How do you figure?\" The bat let go of my shoulder and observed my failed attempt at looking  \nsnazzy, a smug expression accenting his crossed arms.  \n  \n\"Because I've snubbed him all this time!\" I shouted. \"I've been gone while he messages me, I've  \nhad my PHONE CONFISCATED. And when he hugs me I just stand there. How would you feel?\"  \n  \n\"When did he hug you?\" Alex cut me off, which basically dropped the whole conversation  \ndown the garbage chute down the hall.  \n  \n\"Huh?\" Was all I could regain my balance with.  \n  \n\"If he's going off and hugging you, this is obviously a date.\" The bat looked at me and smiled.  \n\"Now do you want some hotdogs or not?\"  \n  \n\"You don't get the point at all?!\" I shouted more than spoke, which made him just laugh in  \nresponse, turn on his heel, and exit.  \n  \nThat's when I heard the\\*Buzz Buzz\\* on my desk.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For some reason my ears perked as the phone played a war-drum beat on the hardwood. It  \nwas him, I knew it. He was going to be mad, I knew it. I could just tell by how he said \"You on  \nyour way yet? =)\". That's five-word anger, right there, and here I was still dressing myself.  \n  \n  \n  \nI guess the only thing that makes it all better is the feeling of all of you going back and counting  \nto see if there's actually five words up there. (P.S. the =) doesn't count).  \n  \n  \n  \nThere was no time for a shower, which sucked cause my hair was a mess, and as I blurred  \nout the door my phone said it was 3:45. \"Now how the hell am I going to get there in time...\"  \n  \nWhich made me think of how much I hate the feeling of helplessness. Partly because it always  \nmakes me think back to that old \"Locked in a mall with millions of zombies to kill you\" scenario.  \nThat's really the pinnacle of helplessness right there, just because Jonathan Coulton sang it best:  \n  \n  \n  \n\"I don't wanna knit pick, but is this really your plan? Spend your whole life locked inside a mall?  \nMaybe that's okay for now but someday you'll be out of food... and guns =D. Then you'll have to  \nmake the call.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nBecause really? Once you're out, your f-ed in the A, right? No food=dead. No guns=deader. I  \nguess that's why I'd spend my last days in Walmart making a fort of plasma screen tv's and  \nraining all the cash from the tills from the ceiling.  \n  \nWhich sounded pretty good to me because, seeing as I was walking so damn fast, my shins  \nwere already throbbing... And I had only reached the front door.  \n  \n3:50.  \n  \nSeconds were pounding in my ears like T-rex steps as I debated on running to the bus-stop.  \nThankfully there was no bus at the end of the road, so I didn't have to, but I would have. Really, I  \nwould have. That's how much this whole thing meant to me.  \n  \n3:55.  \n  \n\"Fuck where the hell is this bus,\" I growled as I stood in the shelter. \"Where the fuck where the  \nfuck where the fuckâ€\"\" But it never came. Sunday schedules always had a way of, you  \nguessed it, f-ing you in the A.  \n  \n\"I'm walking.\" It would only take, like, and hour. Which seemed like how long I had to wait for  \nthis dumbass bus.  \n  \nMe, being me, which falls into the category of \"not making the best decisions\" decided to take  \nupon this moment as a great time for angry j-walking.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Let me explain:  \n  \nAngry j-walking is where you're angry, have to go to this boy whom you seem to be falling  \nfor's house, woke up late, and have to j-walk, so you neglect to look both ways before crossing  \nand almost get hit my a jeep.  \n  \nWhich is precisely what just about happened. The screaming tires, smoke bellowing out from  \nboth sides, your legs frozen as you hear Vegeta shouting \"Oh god, this is the end for you, Final  \nFlash.\".  \n  \nBut thank the god I don't believe in for brake-systems that work well. A few more inches, and I  \nwould have been a goner. Although I'm not sure how well my pants made it out...  \n  \n\"Are you okay?\" A deep voice called as I stared at this one spec of pavement that should have  \nbeen littered with my balls by that point. \"Hey! You okay!\"  \n  \nI looked up, and almost peed (if I didn't already) at who was behind that wheel.  \n  \nNameless, you crazy tiger, almost hitting me with your Jeep...  \n  \n\"Yeah I'mâ€\"\" But he was suddenly waving me over.  \n  \n\"You need a ride?\"  \n  \n\"Jesus, Do I.\" And I hopped in as soon as the feeling in my legs returned.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The inside was nice for an old Jeep. Cloth bucket-seats with carpet on the floor, which was  \nsurprisingly clean judging from the outside of the thing, which was covered in mud. On the dash  \nhoused his cd-player, which held 5, and a clock, which read 4:14.  \n  \n\"Where ya headâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Here!\" And I thrusted the paper in his face, which made him almost swerve into the ditch  \nbeside us.  \n  \n\"Oh that's not far,\" He chuckled, his voice rumbling in my ear-drums. \"But you sure you're okay?  \nI can feel you vibrating on me seat...\"  \n  \n\"Well you would be too if you j-walk only to have aâ€\"\" But then I stopped a sec and smiled.  \n\"Thank you for the ride.\"  \n  \n\"No problem,\" He smiled.  \n  \nAnd the rest of the time we sat listening to Hoobastank, all the while, in my head, I kept picturing  \nthe words \"This ride brought to you by: Angry j-walking.\"  \n  \nAnd I'll admit it. I laughed a bit. But Nameless didn't notice.  \n  \n  \n  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \n  \n  \nThe moment I hit that doorstep, I felt the butterflies immediately start mauling away at my insides.  \nEven his doorbell sounded cool, although it did have that uncanny \"Ding-ding-ding-dong\" tune that  \nevery doorbell seemed to be sprouting nowadays...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Nobody answered, which made me sort of nervous. \"Should I ring again?\" I began to think. \"Or  \nwould that be annoying...? What if he made dinner plans and left without me?! Or what ifâ€\"\"  \n  \nBut something behind the door shifted. A lock un-hinged itself and a titan answered the door.  \n  \n\"Can I help you?\"  \n  \n\"Uhâ€\"\" I was taken off-guard by the bear that was obviously Aiden's father. \"Is, uh... Aiden  \naround?\"  \n  \n\"You Felix?\" He asked me.  \n  \n\"Yessir,\" I replied.  \n  \n\"Mhmm,\" Was what he growled at me with before shoving over and giving me passage. \"He's  \nin his room.\" And with that, he walked through the second doorway, which lead into the living  \nroom, and plopped down on, what I'm guess would have been, the \"Master of the House\"  \nrecliner.  \n  \nI walked in slowly, easing the front door shut before walking into the second entrance, my feet  \nparaded by carpet. Shoes of all sizes, probably owned by everyone in his family, piled here, so I  \nlet mine join the ranks as well.  \n  \n\"You going to be here for supper?\" His father growled.  \n  \n\"I uhâ€\"\" I stammered. \"I'm not sure, it's 4â€\"\" It was 4:30. I was half an hour late... \"DAMNIT!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Something wrong?\" He eyed me like he could sense my anguish. And he was amused by it.  \n  \n\"I'm just late,\" I replied, blushing a little as I took off my jacket, letting it fall beside the piano that  \nstood beside there. \"I didn't realize how much time had passed, that's all.\"  \n  \n\"Mhmm,\" He flipped on his TiVo and started watching this old war movie as I walked swifly by  \nhim into the direction he pointed in before.  \n  \nI landed in a creaky hallway with three doors. One in front which was closed, one to the side  \nwhich was open and was, indeed, a bathroom, and one behind with was... closed...  \n  \n\"Fuck...\" I said under my breath as I took out my cell phone. \"I'm the biggest tool on the planetâ€\"\"  \nAnd I dialled his number to call him. It rang three times, each sledgehammering my face in as I held  \nmy breath. And finally, on the fourthâ€\"  \n  \n\"And where the hell are you?\" He sounded angry in a funny \"Oh I'm just playing\" sort of way.  \n  \n\"I think I'm outside your room,\" I whispered. \"But I'm not sure which one it is...\"  \n  \nHe laughed. \"What theâ€\" Really?\" And soon I heard movement in the door ahead of me.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He opened it slowly. Or at least that's what it felt like. A smile came over his muzzle as soon as  \nhe saw me and he opened his arms for a hug. \"Hey,\" He said.  \n  \n\"Hey there,\" I replied, and I moved into it. He grabbed me, took hold, and blasted me off into a  \nnetherworld of joy as I started growing a feeling like \"I could probably stand here until my legs fall  \noff\".  \n  \nWhen we finally let go, after what felt like only a second, he granted me passage into his  \nkingdom. A messy, cloth covered hardwood floor, a wooden framed mattress, and a TV with  \nthree imputs, each threaded by their own game system.  \n  \n\"Your room isâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"A mess, I know,\" He said bashfully as he offered a paw in his bed's direction. \"I hope it  \ndoesn'tâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"I was going to say awesome,\" I gave him my own coy smile before following his invite,  \nflopping down as I watched him move over to his PS3.  \n  \n\"So what movie do you want to watch?\" He asked, picking up a pile of DVD's. \"I was thinking  \nThe Ring, just because it's kind of scary.\"  \n  \n\"I haven't seen it,\" I replied, and he looked at me like I was retarded.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You haven't seen it?!\" He said, letting the other cases fall. \"What the hell is wrong with you?!\"  \n  \nAnd my ears fell. \"I... uh... I'm not really that IN too scary movies, Just becauseâ€\"\"  \n  \n\"Don't tell me you get scared easily,\" Aiden chuckled, letting the disc slide in as the system  \nstarted up. Its tinkling welcome noise took off as the movie started spinning into motion.  \n  \n\"Well,\" I was blushing now, I could feel it. Thankfully the lights had been turned off as the bear  \njoined me, controller in hand. \"I sort of...\"  \n  \n\"Don't worry about it,\" He replied, winking. \"If you get scared I'll hold you close,\"  \n  \nAnd suddenly my heart was in my throat. Those words turned me to wax, while my blood  \nstarted to boil, making me melt and drip into his sheets.  \n  \nThere wasn't much I remember about the movie. I had never been so conscious of my body  \nlanguage in all of my life, making sure my back was angled just pointing at him, all the while  \nkeeping a sort of distance between us as we both lay with our chins and stomachs on pillows.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Actually, I remember how boring that movie was in retrospect to what I was feeling. \"Maybe he  \ndid just want to hang out...\" I thought, doubting that anything was going to happen at all. \"Who  \nwas I fooling? Of course he just wanted to be friends...\" I gave a sigh, deep and hard as I fell into  \nthe depressive glove my questions left me in.  \n  \n\"I knew I shouldn't have thought about it this hard... I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes  \nup...\" I said in my head. \"But no. I had to listen to everyone. Fall into their mediocre advice on a  \nsituation they had no idea about...\"  \n  \nSomeone had just died on the screen, and I didn't even care. I wasn't into this scene anymore. I  \nkind of just wanted to leave. The only thing that kept me afloat was the sound of his breathing  \nbeside me and the warmth that somehow found its way to where I was laying.  \n  \n\"You gettin' scared yet?\" He whispered to me.  \n  \n\"Not in the least,\" I replied back.  \n  \nHe had nothing to respond with. Just silence after that, minus the ambience the movie was  \ngiving off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm such an idiot,\" I kept going on in my head. \"Why?! Why, Felix, did you buy in? When YOU,  \nyourself, gave the perfect advice for you to follow!\" It hurt most, just because I did tell myself not  \nto buy into it. I told myself not to get involved in the beginning, and now here I was, sitting with  \nthis boy whom I pretty much developed a tumour-sized love spot in my brain for... I knew the  \nresult, but I gave in to hope. And look where it left me...  \n  \n\"Gettin' scared yet?\" He asked again.  \n  \n\"Ugh... nope,\" I replied, somewhat annoyed, just because my head was bubbling over with  \nself-contempt.  \n  \n\"Ah fuck it then,\" He replied, and suddenly I felt him stir. I must have pissed him off enough for  \nhim to want to leave. Just like me...  \n  \nI wanted to apologise, but just as I breathed in a lung-full to do just that, his paw touched my  \nside, stayed a second, then slid down my stomach sending shivers straight up, down, and  \nsideways.  \n  \nAnd shivers aren't supposed to go sideways.  \n  \n\"Yoink,\" He said as he pulled me in closer. Like a planet's gravity, I was being sucked in. And  \nsuddenly, the noise in my head cleared and everything had colour in the darkness. My speech  \nwas ripped from my throat and my senses were overwhelmed with... feelings, as I felt his heart  \nbeat on my back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I was right,\" I said in my head, trying to keep my smiling down to a minimum. \"I knew I should  \nhave held out for hope. I knew it. I was right. Take that Alex. Take that Jenna... TAKE THAT MOM.\"  \n  \nMy mother had always told me to rely on instinct, but just LOOK AT ME NOW.  \n  \nI never wanted The Ring to end, and when it did I gave a huge sigh of anger. \"This movie could  \ndefiantly be longer,\" I said as soon as the credits started rolling.  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" He replied, smiling. \"Wait, no. I don't think it really could have.\"  \n  \n\"Well, got anything else to watch?\"  \n  \n\"I could take a look,\" He replied, getting up as I started stroking patterns into the fur on his arm.  \n  \n\"You don't have to,\" I said. And the moment hung there a while until he got up and looked  \nthrough his pile.  \n  \n\"Have you seen 28 days later?\" He asked me.  \n  \n\"No,\" I lied. I must have seen it a hundred times because of Alex when he had his Zombie  \ncraze.  \n  \n\"Wanna?\"  \n  \nI nodded stupidly so he would just come back and yoink me again. And as soon as he returned I  \nnuzzled under his arm and repeated that moment over and over again until the three made the  \nflag message in the field.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It was perfect. A perfect day, despite being late, which he never gave me hell for. I wish I  \ncould have videotaped it, taken it home with me, and watched it with popcorn. Just because it  \nmust have been beautiful. Nobody should feel this good without being anything less.  \n  \n\"I think I'm gonna get up now,\" Aiden whispered as he started to shift.  \n  \nThat's when I looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00...  \n  \n\"Holy fuck,\" I gasped, almost flinging off the bed. My limbs felt like gel as I landed on all fours. \"I  \nhave to head home!\"  \n  \n\"I'll ask my mom for a ride,\" He told me, almost in a weird tone. For some reason all the spring in  \nhis step started melting as he lumbered out his door calling \"Hey mom!\"  \n  \nA woman replied, and he asked.  \n  \n\"Of course I can give your friend a ride,\" She said in a sweet tone. \"It is late, after-all!\"  \n  \nAiden returned, sticking his head through the doorway. \"Come on, let's go.\"  \n  \nThings were ending too quickly. I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. But every  \ntime I did, it was overshadowed by pretty much pure ecstasy. So I followed him, met his mom  \nwho was extremely fit for a woman her age. She stood tall, lean, and sported a head full of  \ngreying hair as she welcomed me with her smiling face.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You must be Felix,\" She said, holding out her hand.  \n  \n\"Yes ma'am,\" I replied, taking it with a shake.  \n  \n\"Nice to meet you,\" She said, jingling her keys. \"Everyone ready?\"  \n  \nAiden only had a sweater on, while my jacket still lay collapsed by the piano. I quickly pulled it  \non, along with my shoes, and exited stage right into the bitter evening outside.  \n  \n\"Get in the car!\" His mother shouted like an epic scene was unfolding. \"Quick! Escape the bitter  \ncold!\"  \n  \nAnd we did. Or at least I did. Aiden sort of followed with his paws in his pockets, keeping his  \neyes to the ground.  \n  \nMoments later we were on the road, listening to the Killers on the radio, which was nice  \nconsidering I hated them. The road passed by so smoothly, like everything was going right as his  \nmom tried to make small talk in-between my half-shabby directions.  \n  \nAnd before I knew it, we were there, right out in front of my dorm. His mom honked the horn as  \nif we were on a train that was entering the station.  \n  \n\"It was nice meeting you, Felix,\" She chuckled as I unbuckled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Likewise,\" I replied, and then looked over to Aiden who sat beside her. \"Thanks for having me  \nover, Aiden.\"  \n  \n\"Yeah,\" He said, raising his paw, but still looking forward. \"Should do it again sometime.\"  \n  \n\"For sure,\" I said, getting out. \"Text me?\"  \n  \n\"Kay,\" Was all I got before the automatic door closed. His mom smiled and waved, which is  \nwhat I wanted from Aiden. But he just kept looking forward, as if I wasn't there at all.  \n  \nThey drove away as I turned, paw outstretched for the front.  \n  \nA single question replaced the soup that all the others made up.  \n  \nWhat question that overcame all.  \n  \nIt was nice to have just one.  \n  \nBut that didn't make it any less... heartbreaking.  \n  \n  \n  \n\"What the hell did I do wrong??\"  \n\\*\\*\\*  \n  \nAnd here you have part 3. Hope you enjoyed and to hear from you guys =D.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"If I could be your chew-toy: Based on a True Story.","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/75323-to-the-night-you-stole-from-me.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/87497-to-the-day-you-made-me-see.json"}}