{"sf1_id":896893,"sf2_id":null,"title":"6 : Obscured","author":"Flamen Famae","words":759,"posted_at":"2015-08-11T05:46:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Bad Language","Character Development","Gay Relationships","Highschool","Hug","M/F","Mild Drama","Mild Romance","Plot Development","Relationships","Reptile","Romance","Series","Story Series","Tail","Young Love","Young Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/896893-6-obscured","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/896893","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=896893\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"Scilius sat against the school wall, next to Maryan, each one of them holding a notebook and pencil in their laps. One hour and two sets of mathematics packets later had left them task-less.   \n  \nScilius tapped his foot and waved his tail.  \n  \nHis mind had been cleared of his guilt with Elliot, for the most part. Elliot's little fit at lunch today was still bothering him, though. _What was he going to do?_ Scilius looked at the blue lizard sitting next to him, drawing triangles in her notebook. _He mentioned her._  \n  \nScilius examined Maryan as much as he could for the past hour. She didn't seem to be burdened by anything; she was unchanged from the last time he had seen her. _Had Elliot told her anything?_  \n  \nScilius looked between him and her. There was an inch or two of space, that spanned the gap between where each of them sat. In that space was a reluctance for one of them to be close to the other. One of the two didn't want to be intimate with the other.  \n  \n_Could Elliot have been trying to tell her about he and I? Elliot could have spilled the beans some how, or came out in my stead, or made a claim of ownership to me. It's something Elliot might have done, indeed._\n\n\u0026nbsp;Scilius shook his head. _Why would he do it after all that, though? If he was going to block Maryan from me, then he would've done it earlier, not after I apologized._  \n  \nElliot was doing something else. He had something much different to say to Maryan.  \n  \nScilius looked again at the gap between him and Maryan.  \n  \nScilius thought about that taunting little space for a second. It wasn't because of Elliot. At least, not because of what Elliot had done a few hours ago. That space has been there for a while now. Scilius looked at the floor while thinking this.  \n  \nThen he grew a dismayed grin on his snout. From what he could tell, that little gap had proven for sure that nothing between him or Maryan would ever happen. Nothing that would ever work, anyway.  \n  \nScilius bit his claws. This situation was very familiar to him.  \n  \n  \n  \nMaryan put down her phone after answering a text.  \n  \n\"My mom wants me home.\"  \n  \n\"Aw, such a shame,\" Scilius said stoically.   \n  \nThey both took to their feet, Scilius stretching as he got up.  \n  \n\"So, I think we have two more packets to do for tomorrow.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Sounds good.\" Scilius added flatly to the conversation.  \n  \n\"We can place in that tournament, for sure.\"  \n  \n\"I hope we do.\" Scilius gave an empty smile.   \n  \nMaryan tried not to notice how awkward Scilius could make a conversation, and gave a faint giggle.  \n  \nShe stepped forward and gave Scilius a strong hug. With a slow reaction, he hugged her back. On the side of his cheek, Scilius felt a faint peck just under his eye, and was given a sweet smile from Maryan. They laughed and he waved her off after denying her offer for a ride home.  \n  \nScilius watched her car pass by. _She's still as eager as ever._   \n  \nScilius walked back to his house rather slower than usual, his thoughts drifting into the far past. He had felt this before, and he remembered what had happened when he did.  \n  \nScilius stepped into his house. _It's going to happen again. I'm going to let it go on past the point where I should've, and I'm going to end up making her miserable when I tell her..._  \n  \nHe thought again to put the right mental words into it:  \n  \n_Tell her that I feel nothing._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Scilius thoughts started becoming a silent ranting rage. _I never feel anything, do I? Not with Maryan, not with any girl at this fucking school, and not even any back in Arizona! It's so easy for someone like Elliot to do it, he just fell head over heels, didn't he?_  \n  \nScilius was rubbing his eyes. He had fallen into bed in hopes that the warmth would calm him down, but he kept ranting in his head until he fell asleep.  \n  \n  \n  \nScilius woke up again an hour later, with a strange smile on his snout. He wriggled under his sheets, with a lingering memory of his dream. He wanted a laugh. _I should make a mark on the wall everytime I dream about him._  \n  \nScilius found it a little harder to let himself back to sleep. But, a thought managed to plant itself in Scilius' head. _Maybe Elliot was the reason for that gap._  \n  \n  \n\n","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/894724-5-obscured.json"}