(tba) Section 1: Confined: Chapter 2
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Confined: Chapter 2 I can't believe it happened. I probably still won't believe half a year from now. I saw him first on the second day of 7th grade. He was in my class, but always in the back. He was pretty smart, and I still don't know why he sat back there. I remember one day I got to partner up with the red fox. He green eyes glistened as he threw out suggestions on the assignment. I savored his smile. I heard his heart, even from my desk, and I accidentally hugged his tail with my own. I blush as I untangle it and look away. He looks to me, and for a second, I see his eyes soften, but only for an instant. I remember always questioning myself: Was that real? Or was it just an illusion? Now I know. I ride home in the tahoe talking about our times. I (of course) didn't tell them much. I see my father's sigh, and I move to my phone, where I create a new contact. When I felt that I had corrected the number, I made Chrom's contact official. I stare at the screen, and I smile. Back at home, I begin to text him. :Hey! Thank you for a FANTASTIC night. I know it might be a stretch with my family watching closely, but, would you like to maybe... Go to the Waterways Mall?: I wait for the reply. :You're welcome, bf. I have to thank you for making my night special as well. I can go to the mall. I have an older brother who can drive. Would you like to be picked up?: :sure. Thanks: I end the text and walk into the living room to tell my parents. "Hey, mom, dad. I'm going to the mall with a friend tomorrow. He has a brother who'll pick me up. Alright?" "First of all.." My mother starts,"..I guess it is good that you can hangout with a friend. You must be back before dinner though." "Thanks!" I run upstairs to my bedroom with the full bed dressed in blue blankets, and I plop on it. I go to sleep wondering what tomorrow would hold. Grinning, I secretly spoon with my pillow. It's a bit scary, your parents walking in and catch you sleeping with a pillow like THAT, but I honestly didn't care. This was the closest this 13 year old husky would get to do until older.---next day--- I wake up at 8 and see that I have an hour to get ready. I walk to the bathroom that the steam had vented from my previous steaming hot shower. I cast aside what little I slept in, and turned the shower head to a pretty hot setting. I stand there and sigh, as the warm water soaks my fur making it malleable. I smooth out my grey and white fur, rubbing it with soap. I make sure to thoroughly clean my fur, and when I'm done, I sit under the water. When I'm satisfied with all of the soap out of my fur, I step out to rendezvous with a towel on the counter next to me. I rub myself down and try to not make my fur puffy. After many tries, it doesn't look terrible, and I put on the black tee with blue jeans and and a navy blue
jacket to force away the cold of the February breeze. I put in my contacts and walk out my room to hear a honk of a car. I quickly grab my phone and wallet, and my mother gives me a fifty since I wasn't going to be able to start paying alot for stuff until I was 16, 3 years from now. I see him at the door. He's dressed in kackis with a brown belt that is not leather. It looked a bit soft, and the materials bound together by red string sewn in. He wore a green long sleeve tee that blended in with his eyes. His red fox face was smiling as I walked up to him. I waved by to my parents and then got in the back seat of Chrom's brother's red truck. His brother was a bit more tall and muscular than he was, and his brother had to be 17. It was a silent, awkward ride. When we arrived, we jumped out, and I got my first good look at the mall. (Play this, http://youtu.be/kKCl3Vn-EwY) It had glass on the entire front of the entrance, with a revolving door in the center made with glass, but it showcased a golden trim. Sadly, as the years went on, the gold paint was chipped in several places. I remember when it was built. I was seven. I remember how my family and I walked through. I always looked in stores, for clothing and what-not. I prefer them over Wallmarts because it had life; it had colors, compared to the same white cobblestone floors of a Wallmart, and the clothes and items that bore no sign of uniqueness had just lost their appeal to me. We went inside to find it almost deserted. I understood why. Why would anyone pay full price when you could get a deal at Wallmart. I sadly shake my head to see all the missing people. I hate how a favorite part of my childhood was ruined. All the dancing gone, all of the music pacified. All of the children looking in wonder to the side carts that had toy helicopter demonstrations were most likely in the bland store right now. The mall is dimly lit, save for the sunlight that filters in throught the sky lights. I came here to be surrounded by people, to not feel alone. I now have someone who won't make me feel like an outsider... I focus on Chrom as he asks me something. "What's wrong?" I cross my arms and sway as I remember the music I heard in the now dead mall. I sigh and explain, "This was my favorite place. It used to be lively... Never mind. What store do you want to go to?" He wraps his arms around my back and nuzzles into my ear. He licks my ear a bit and I laughed. "Stop! That tickles, Chrom!" I laugh. And he walks around to kiss me. I feel his warm muzzle push into mine. I feel waves of happiness come over me. We decide to look at the various clothes, though only few stores remain open. They were operating on minimal staff, though the ones that were there seemed excited to see someone. I bought him a neclace, with a sapphire colored stone in the center, he bought me an emerald colored stone as
well. I said that I wanted to get him something that he could remember me by, the color of my eyes. He nodded and smiled, as he picked a neclace with his eye color. After paying for it, we go down to the food court, which only had the choice of a Starbucks like café. I pick myself out a mocha frappe, and he wanted a salted caramel frappé. I pay for it before he can pull out his wallet. We sit down with our drinks and I ask him when he first liked me. "Well," he started to explain, "you were always so cute, and even now that I know you lie to your friends, you tried to be nice to then every way possible, but yet managed to make snappy jokes to make them laugh about themselves." "Well, Wallison is like, every definition on the vocabulary list." We laugh. Wallison was this smart outgoing kid from our class. He could make funny comments about a movie and everything else. He was human, a race that has constantly been teaming up with us to make the world better. He has brown hair with brown eyes and occasionally likes to sketch. He scolds us to call him by 'Wally' every time we draw out his name. "There was always these feelings for you. When we paired up for that language assignment, and when your tail brushed upon mine, it felt amazing, and your blush and smile. You're so innocent, and that's what I like about you. You're not looking for a one night stand, even though we're only 13. You?" My tail curls back as he begins his story. "I just happened to see you on the track one day, you were talking with your buddies, but you were crazy cute. You were self-confident, but not over. Your smile was what hooked me though. Remember that time you helped me from falling?" "Yes" he grins. One day I was walking aling the sidewalk to school. I tripped and fell into his arms. When I didn't feel the impact of ground, I looked up and saw him smiling, but yet blushing. I got out of his grasp and stammered an apology. Without looking up, I looked down walking fastly to first period. On the edge of memory, I saw him extend his arm as a "wait" motion. I guess this was real, and it wasn't my mind playing with me. As we tell how we crushed on eachother, I pull him into a kiss. Passion swirled inside me. As we break, a look of pure happiness comes about his face. "That's never going to get old!" He says. I laugh. We soon get into his brother's truck and we drive home. As I arrive at my brick red house with a cream colored roof, I wonder whst I'm going to tell my parents.(End of Chapter 2: Oh, fans of Wally, I would take this reference lightheartedly, I actually described Wally as being shy in Shattered Glass, so this is most definitely an alternate universe. Wally's time has been done, and I'm just going to be focusing on Chrom and Blake, but I will have the occasional reference to characters of my previous work.)