Chapter 6- Jarred
Hello and Happy St. Patrick's Day! Today's chapter will be taking a look at the story through Jarred's eyes. To avoid any confusion, I must warn you that the chapter doesn't leave off where Morgan did, rather it begins where the confessions came out so that you can see how Jarred feels and thinks. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if you do, please don't be afraid to leave a comment! I want to know if you guys would like to have more POV changes in the future. Thank you, and happy reading!
Chapter Six-
POV Change: Jarred
I can't believe I did that. Part of me was super proud I went for it, but another was super embarrassed. I didn't know how he would react, but I should've figured he'd freak out. "But still, Jarred, there was a better way of doing that!" I was happy to hear that he liked me too, but he ended that sentence with a growl of anger. I feel my ears fall flat on my head, and my heart hurts a little seeing him mad at me. "I know, I'm sorry," I say quietly with a bit of hesitation. The husky eases the angry look on his face and sighs. "It's okay," he states calmly. Standing in front of him, I feel nervous. I feel like a troublesome kid standing before the principal. I really like him, but I want him to be happy. I'm an idiot for mouth-raping him like that. Sometimes my confidence gets to my head, but I was just in the moment. When we were singing in the plaza, I swear, that's when I knew I fell for him. Next thing I knew, I swung him toward me and pulled him in and felt his muzzle press against mine. Seeing him back away and leave hurt a lot, but now he tells me that he was going to confess his feelings for me. I want to know that it's true.
"You really like me?" I ask nervously, wanting a sincere answer. Morgan looks into my eyes, chuckles, and says with a smile, "Yes, I do. Maybe it's a bit crazy, but I do. I lowkey hated you for a long time, but now that I know how you really are, I've grown to like you a lot." The seated husky makes eye contact with me and gives a little smirk. "Not to mention that you're pretty easy on the eyes," he says. I mean, I guess. Look at him, he's adorable. "Same here," I say regarding the thing about him hating me. I wouldn't say I hated him necessarily, but the tension was definitely there. Hehe, look at us now. I continued, "But I'm nothing compared to you. You're adorable with that red fur and your icy blue eyes. Plus you're a lot more fun than me. I never really looked at guys that way before, but you're definitely something else." Of course I'm somewhat flirting, but I'm also serious. Looking at him brings out my fun side and I've been really happy around him. Now that I think of it, how could he not have noticed? Oh well, he knows now for sure.
Morgan has a grin on his face, and I instantly smile back. "Jarred, hush. Look at you. Everyone likes you. You're funny, popular, and have a much nicer personality," he says with a happy tone in his voice. I give his comment some thought and speak from the heart as I go and sit next to him. "If that's true, then you're the only one that I have interest in." We look each other in the eyes for a second and I feel butterflies in my stomach. "Aww, that was so cheesy, I can smell it!" Morgan says sarcastically. I play a little too when I say, "Hey, I'm serious," with a fake sad look. He thanks me, and I pull him in for a hug. Just having him rest in my arms feels nice, and my heart flutters like crazy when I feel his head rest on my shoulder. I really like him. I want him to be more than just my crush and I want him to be more than just my friend. I rub his back and scratch behind his ears, making him murr a bit. I think to myself, Just ask the question, the worst he can say is "no." Just ask. Ask! Okay, okay, I will. "Morgan?" He looks up at me and acknowledges the question, ears perked up. "Yes, Jarred?" He replies. Okay here it goes... "Do you want to be my--" I choke up and the pup speaks, "It's up to you, I don't want to pressure you into anything." I give it a few more thoughts, and my heart is racing. I want this. I want him. I want an Us. I pipe out as bravely as I can, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" I see his eyes light up, and he wears a huge smile on his muzzle. I smile and my heart melts when he says, "I'd be honored." I lean in for a kiss, and he pulls me in tight and kisses back as he lies underneath me on the bed. I'm loving this feeling. Suddenly I remember the friends we left behind in the plaza and I stop. Morgan whines a bit, and feeling the slight need to console him I say, "I'm sorry puppy, but we should check on the others." He smiles and responds quietly, "Okay wolfy."
Feeling my heart thump crazily underneath my fur, I grab his paw and head out the door. I don't mind the funny stares we get going through the lobby. If anything, I'm proud. I see Morgan blush as we head out the door, but I plant a small kiss cheek to ease his mind a bit. Sam and Isabel have sad looks on their faces as they're about to cross the street. I send a whistle their way, and they look up from their gloomy daze and search for where the sound came from. Isabel sees us first and just near slaps Sam on the arm getting his attention, and points to us. When it's safe for them to cross, Isabel runs up to us as fast as her legs can carry her, squealing. She squeezes the two of us in a hug and says, "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! You guys are so cute together!" I blush and look toward my boyfriend. He's blushing too, I can tell. Sam walks up to me and says, "Wow, I was definitely not expecting that." I laugh and say, "Yeah, neither was I." He pats me on the back a little, I'm sure to tell me that he's alright with it. I'm in a good mood. We need to celebrate.
"We should go do something." I say, with a positive tone. "What do you think?" "What is there to do? We've basically done all we can do in here." Morgan says, a bit confused. "Well there's a lot of concerts going on here in town. Let's go to one. They're free, and if we get bored, we can leave?" I suggest. Isabel says,"Sure, which one are we going to?" I really don't feel like sitting through a choir, and I'm sure they don't either. "Let's go to one of the A Cappella concerts. They agree, and so we head toward the convention center next to the auditorium. We find ourselves a seat in one of the side rooms. There's actually quite a few furs in here, and we have to sneak through a row desperately trying not to step on someone's foot. When I sit, Morgan snatches my paw and squeezes it and I squeeze back and smile. I hear someone behind us scoff, and I whip around and glare as hard as I can before my pup can ask what's wrong. The stag behind me looks at the death glare I give him, and bows in shame. Ha! I win. "What's wrong, Jarred?" Morgan asks me when I turn back around. "Nothing, babe." He smiles when I say that, and we wait for the show to start.
The musicians enter, and introduce themselves on the stage. The group of six gentlemen wear matching blue polos and khaki pants. They begin their first song, no instruments, only the sounds they make with their mouths. Have you ever seen an A Cappella group before? If not, they're actually really cool. This one is definately something, and they're doing a jazz song. The small group sounds like a legit jazz band, and right now, the brown bear in the group is imitating a trumpet solo. My phone starts buzzing. I whisper to Morgan telling him I need to take a call for a second, and he lets me slide past him. I rush out of the room and answer the phone. "Hello?" "Hello, is this a Mr. Jarred Christian?" a woman on the other end asks, and I respond formally, "Yes, this is he." "Excellent," she says, "We would like to inform you that you were selected to be in the small group. Congratulations." Yes! "Alright, thank you madam." I hit the "end call" button and do a little victory fist pump. I run back inside and take my seat. "What's that big 'ol grin for?" Morgan whispers to me. "I made auditions!" I say a little loud, earning a harsh "shh" from someone. "Congrats! I'm so proud of you!" He squeezes my paw, but somebody "shh's" him too. Knowing his argumentative side, I'm not shocked when he turns and asks the culprit "Did ya spring a leak?" I laugh, and pet his arm to calm him down and we continue to watch the show.
-About an Hour Later-
The show ends, and we give the group a standing ovation. I don't know if it was the kid sitting next to me, or the music, but the concert was really good. The four of us slither out of the heavy crowd, trying not to get trampled. We head back upstairs, and walk out the big glass doors. "Let's go get some drinks!" Isabel says out loud, and we all look at her with inquisitive looks. "Whoa there Psycho," Morgan says, "last I checked none of us are 21." She laughs and says defensively, "No! Not like that! Have you guys tried Boba before?" I cock my head to the side and ask, "What?" "Boba, it's like tea with tapioca in it." Sam scrunches his nose up and replies, "Sounds gross." Isabel laughs and tells us to follow her. "Just try it, it's really good."
We walk through the plaza and go down about a block or two before we stop in front of a cafe-type place. "Alright you guys, let's go." I get in line as quickly as I can with Morgan on my arm. It's super crowded in here, and the two of us are shoved together in the line, I don't mind obviously, but still we got separated from Sam and Isabel. I glance through the sea of furs to find our friends, but I don't see them. It's going to be a few minutes until we're at the front, but I can stand the wait. I'm just happy that I'm with the adorable husky cuddling up on my arm. I know, I know, we just started dating today, but does it matter? I actually have feelings for him and God I hope he truly feels the same. He's just a bit shorter than me, so I rest my head on top of his as we steadily move, like cattle, to the front to finally take our order. I'm sure we got some strange or disapproving looks, but I couldn't care less. We order the same, basic drink and step outside and sit at a little metal table. He gives me a funny look and says, "I hope Isabel's right about this. This stuff looks weird." I laugh and say, "Well, let's try it at the same time." We lift our cups and recite at the same time, "Cheers." We take a sip, and the stuff actually is pretty good, different mind you, but really sweet. As I chew on some tapioca beads, I look to see that Morgan enjoys his too. Isabel and Sam make their way out the door and join us.
"So," Isabel says, "What do you think?" "It's alright." I reply. "Good. Sam didn't get the right one, I don't even know what he got," she says, eying his strange, green drink with a funny expression. "I don't even know either. I'm not sure I actually want to try this, it looks like crap." The three of us with normal drinks share an evil smirk with each other before chanting, "Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" Of course, Sam falls to peer pressure and takes a sip. As soon as the fluid runs up his straw, his face turns to instant and utter horror. "Dear God, this is disgusting!" We laugh so hard at his reaction. I swear, I'm tearing up. Morgan tries to stop laughing and tells him, "Give it here, it can't be that bad." He grabs the cup and brings the straw to his muzzle, hesitating a little. "Alright, here goes--" The husky takes a sip, and we all die laughing at his horrid expression. Between coughing and trying to clear the taste from his mouth he exclaims, "Blech! It tastes like cardboard and dysentery!" We all laugh and I say, "Whoo! Go Markie Mark!" He playfully glares before putting on a sarcastic grin. "What was that babe, you wanted a taste?" "Ew, no, I'm good," I reply, chuckling and taking the green drink and tossing it in the trash. Morgan takes sips of his own drink to rid of the taste and shares with Sam so he can do the same. "Alright let's head back. Curfew is in two hours," I tell the group and we begin to head back to the plaza. Morgan seems to be lightening up because he took my paw, not seeming to care about judgement anymore. I'm glad he feels safe now because I don't want it to be awkward when we get back to school. Come to think of it, I hope I'm not too nervous around him when we get back...
I shake the negativity from my head. I'm with him, I'm happy, and he's happy. That's what matters right now. To boost my confidence, as well as his, I kiss him on the snout. "Aww! Stop you guys! I'm gonna die!" Isabel says, slightly squealing. Morgan and I share a blush and we continue down to the plaza. Music is still playing, and I being full of teenaged happiness spin my new boyfriend, making a dumb attempt to dance with him. "Whoa there, bucko! I almost tripped!" He says after stumbling a bit. We snicker and wait at the curb with our friends for the light to turn green. Somehow the subject was brought up, (I am not paying attention hehe) and we all start practicing 'Nino Dios' as we're walking singing in our own sections. Sam and Morgan take the baritone line, Isabel takes alto, and I take tenor.
Nino Dios de amor herido
tan presto--
We are cut off my Mrs. Talob's voice. "Rehearsing are we?" We all whip our heads to the top of the steps where she and Howard stands. Morgan drops my paw as if it were on fire, which makes me sad a little, but I get it. Thank God she didn't see us... I falsely chuckle a bit and say, "Yes ma'am." She replies, "Alright then, that's good. Are you headed to the hotel?" "Yes ma'am," I say again. She nods and says, "Okay, we'll be there soon too. We have one more conference to go to, and then I'll check in on you boys later." We agree, and as soon as we turn the corner from the Auditorium, Morgan slides his paw into mine. "Sorry wolfy, I got scared." "That's okay," I reply with the big grin. Both our tails wag, and they brush against each other from time to time. We four make it inside, happily joking around together as we hop onto the elevator. Isabel and Sam give us hugs before heading to their rooms. Isabel hugs Morgan and I at the same time. "You guys are so cute, be good," she tells us with a big 'ol smile. The husky and I share a silly look before joining together and walking to the room.
After he slides the card in the key slot and opens the door, I swing him around and pull him in for a passionate kiss. He kisses back whole-heartedly and rests his arms on my shoulders. Our kiss ends when we're interrupted. "Um, whoa." says Dean. Fuck. Morgan and I give our roomates a look of nervousness and shock, and I'm trying desperately to find an excuse that makes sense. Vertical CPR? No, they won't buy it.. "I knew it! Ahem, I'll take my $5 now." Dean tells James while they sit on the bed. "Alright, alright. You win." James says, slipping the ferret a bill. "Excuse me, what? You 'knew' what exactly?" Morgan asks, and I sense anger in his voice, but he doesn't show the usual signs. "We knew you guys were a thing. Or at least I did." Dean replies cockily. The husky's ears immediately fall and he turns his face to a harsh glare. Uh-oh.. "And you had the audacity to bet on that? I'll have you know that we just became a 'thing' and--" Dean defensively cuts him off and says, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Calm down, dude." Morgan's red hair is standing on end, and he looks like he's going to punch Dean in the face. Why is he so angry? I guess he's not ready for people to know. I brush his arm with my paw and make an attempt to calm him down. He eases a bit, but doesn't let his glare fully leave his face. "Look, you guys, it doesn't matter if we were or weren't a thing. That's not funny," I say calmly, but carefully so that Morgan understands that I'm on his side. After the tension eases, we all relax and watch some tv.
My puppy isn't being all lovey-dovey like he was before, and that's a bit of a downer, but I understand. There's nothing good on, so he flips it to the news channel. No good news, of course. Only violence and tragedy, with occasional political scandal. I don't mean to sound hippie-ish, but I never really liked watched the news for that reason. I guess suffering is more marketable. There's a knock on the door, and I get up to answer it after realizing who it could be. "Hi Mrs. T." "Hey boys, do you have everything ready for tomorrow?" I glance over to Morgan and he nods. "Yes ma'am. Our tuxedos are in the closet, our music is memorized, and we have rides back home." "Okay, good. Goodnight you two." I send her on her way, wishing her a goodnight as well. I close the door and my room inhabitants know that I'm off to the shower after grabbing a pair of pajama pants. I step inside the shower after turning it on an let the water rush over me. As I feel the water's warmth, I review this crazy yet amazing day I've had. Perhaps it's too soon to be thinking this, but I think I love him. Of course, it's our first day, trust me, I know, but I humor myself with the thought because it makes me happy. I wash myself as best I can and step out. I look at myself in the mirror as I dry my silverish fur out, and I honestly preen a little, but not much. I have a little pride in my image, yes, but I don't have a big head about it like a lot of people do with their own.
I step out, and the tv is off and our roommates are already sleeping or are trying to. Morgan is sitting up on the bed on his phone, already changed into his pajamas. I crawl in next to him, and he sets his phone down and smiles at me. When I settle in the covers, we remain sitting up for a moment, and he touches my grey cheek with his paw. We kiss for a moment before lying down, and I feel butterflies fly around in my stomach. Bravely, he grabs my arm and wraps it around himself, allowing me to cuddle with him. I nuzzle my snout near his shoulder and whisper, "Goodnight puppy." He responds, "Goodnight wolfy." I squeeze him tight before allowing myself to drift off to sleep.