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I push open the main doors of the school, not believing what I had just been told. Kyle was killed in a car accident? Kyle, the funniest, sweetest, most good-natured fox you could ever meet, was hit by a car? I'm in huge shock right now. I knew Kyle like a brother. We shared dorms, we had the same classes, and we grew up together. And now he's gone. It's just so fucking unfair. I start to feel tears in my eyes. I quickly wipe them away and head to my car. I know I can cry in there without anyone there to judge me.

I'm near the parking lot when I see a dust-red fox, in a dark red t-shirt and blue sweatpants, huddled beneath a tree. For a split second, I think it's Kyle, but then I realize its his younger brother Jared. Oh damn, I feel so bad for him, Kyle and I were like brothers, but Kyle and Jared really were brothers. They were family, and now they're separated in the worst way possible. I know Jared couldn't handle this well.

I shout out "Jared!" and start to walk over to him. He faces me, and his facial expression displays just how devastated he is. He's about a year younger than me, and I have a height advantage on him by at least three or four inches. He has a decent build, and, while he can be a bit intimidating, he is probably the shyest canine you ever met. I have gotten to know him, but not as much as Kyle. If you can let him get comfortable with you, he's actually a pretty fun guy to be around.

He acknowledges me and gets up when I'm a few meters or so away. I can tell how hard this has been on him just by his face. "Hey" he replies to me. He has a moderately low voice, but the quiet of his greeting clearly indicates his state of despair. I think I see a tear forming in his eyes. Usually he's actually pretty good at hiding emotions, but now he can't help himself.

I don't want to probe at his feelings, so I hand him a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it and explain, "Hey, uh, if you need anything, you can let me know." He casually accepts it with a barely audible "Thanks." With that, I turn and set off for my car.

I'm almost done with my Biology homework when my phone start ringing. I pick it up and speak, "Hello?" An obvious low voice goes over the line. "Hello, is this Cody?" I reply, "Hey Jared, what's up?" "Hey, um, do you think I could stop by at your place?" An innocent request, to which I answer, "Sure, man. Come on over." With that, I hang up.

Out of the corner of my eye I see something flicker from side to side, and my wolfish nature tells me to go after it. Then I realize it's just the tip of my tail. I quietly chuckle at my behavior for this is something rather immature for a high school student such as myself. Occasionally, if I'm alone, and I'm in the mood for it I'll let these short impulses take over. Now isn't a good time, though, since I'm expecting company. So with that, I go back to Biology.

It isn't too long before my apartment fills with the ring of the doorbell. I get up and walk over to the door, and open it to reveal Jared, who looks like he's trying not to cry. He looks up at me, and we make eye contact. Then, breaking the calm between us says shattering words.

"I can't believe it, Cody. He's dead. Kyle's gone forever."

With that, we both just loose it. Jared and I bring each other into a hug, and Jared just burst into tears and lays his head against my chest. I let him as I rest my head on his shoulder. I start to shed a few tears as well, but not the faucet Jared released. We stood their mourning for a good minute or so, with me crying on Jared's shoulder while he sobs into my shirt, repeating the words "He's gone" in between breaths.

I step back, and say, "Come on in." He is able to control his river, and follows me into my apartment. I nod in the direction of my couch, and tell him, "You want anything to drink, something to eat?" He shakes his head. We both go over to the couch and sit down.

Immediately I turn to face him and say "You know, if you need anything at all, I'm always gonna be here for you. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you." He gloomily thanks me. Then he says the ice breaker. "Hey Cody, how the hell does this happen? Me and you are here because Kyle was in a car crash. Why?" I sigh, "I dunno man. All I can really say to that is, well, when shit happens like this, you kinda have to just accept it. But as for why, well, I'm as clueless as you are."

Jared turns to me and asks "Hey Cody, I know this is a bit of a weird request, but, uh, would you mind if I stayed here tonight?" I find this a little unusual, but I don't see a problem with that. "Eh, sure. Don't see a problem with that." Even though this calamity must have Jared pretty shaken up, I still find it a bit abnormal to ask a guy to spend the night, especially considering how small my apartment is. Suddenly, I realize that I only have one bed. It'll be fine, I tell myself. It's just like a sleepover.

I tuned to Jared, "Are you sure you don't mind being in the same bed as me?" He shrugs, " I'm just wondering if you would find it uncomfortable if I went shirtless. I tend to overheat at night." I smile at him and say "As long as your pants stay on, I won't get the idea that you want to fuck me." He replies "Well then..." And mimics taking his jeans off. I can't help but laugh at this. He takes his shirt off, and for a second I can't help but be impressed at what a nice build he has. Like I said, he can be a bit intimidating, but this was just a real eye-catcher.

We both get into bed, and I reach over and switch off the lamp. About ten minutes later, I hear a quiet "Can't sleep either, can ya?" I turn and see him staring right at me. I can't stop thinking about Kyle, and apparently neither can Jared. I can see the depression on his face, which burns at me. I love this kid like a friend, and I don't like having him be so blue.

I turn to Jared and, just to try to brighten him up, kiss him on the nose. Jared freezes for a full second, then brings the surprise: he grabs me and brings our bodies together and proceeds to kiss me... Hard. I slowly take in whats going on between the two of us. His tongue twirls around mine, his bare chest melts against my shirt, and I can feel a solid hard-on pressing against my groin. At first, I'm practically seduced, and I follow along to the rythmic movements of his tongue.

After about a good five minutes or so, our mouths separate, but Jared still has our bodies bonded together. He slyly smiles and proclaims "I win." Then he leans over and whispers in my ear, "You have no idea how good it felt to do that." This comes to me more shocking than the fact that he still is resting his boner on my jeans. Then I put two and two together and realize that I just made out with a gay guy that's probably hitting on me. It makes sense: he's shy because he's gay, and he opens up to me because he has a crush on me. What surprises me is how calmly I take this. I somehow like this feeling of being with someone that loves me, despite the fact that it goes against my sexual orientation. By I have brotherly love for him, and I know how badly he's gonna need that. So I hug him and tell him to get some sleep, to which he happily agrees. So I turn over and fall asleep, knowing the relationship Jared and I have come over in new ways and different meanings.