Chase & Marshal: A Romantic Gay Story

~Chapter 5: Confession? ~

Chase continued to cry his room beside the door, losing all hope for everything he dreamed about. All he could do was imagine it that came true in thought, rather than in real life.

He looked at furry paw hands, then looked back at his naked self, and decided it was time to move on. Chase got up and put some fresh clothes on from his dresser beside a large mirror in front of him. He looked at his fur as some of it was sticking out all fuzzed and curly.

It just reminded him of the stressful days that nailed him to bottom boards of hell.

"Well, I suppose I better just find someone else to love." Chase admitted, his ears flattened, then a deep heavy sigh escaped his chest. Sighing in severe pain.

The shepherd walked down the stairs while holding on to one of the rails. Thinking if someone would love him the same, and that they would never leave him alone. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marshal was standing by his front door leaning against the wall.

Chase snarled in frustration. "I thought you didn't love me!" He barked, gripping his hands into a fist.

"Chase..." Marshal started, but Chase walked towards him, snarling loudly.  The dalmatian gulped heavily, trembling from chases outburst that made his ears flatten. He gave soft whimpers fearing for the worst.

"What, Marshal!" Chase continued to growl, showing off his two canine teeth.

Marshal collected himself and pushed him away, a bit annoyed. Chase stumbled back a few inches, almost falling onto the ground.

Marshal gave dark glares at Chase and then continued. "Chase, when the hell did I say I didn't love you?! I never said anything like that, but you're so damn dramatic about it!"

"I-i'm... Sorry, marshal." Chase crumbled into pieces, knowing marshal was right. He's been so dramatic all this time that he forgot the most important rule. Kindness and not giving up hope. He began to shed in tears and sat against the first set of stairs. Whimpering and sobbing all over his manly coated fur that started to stain

Marshal sighed and kneeled down to chases level, giving out his crystal blue eyes and smiled. "Chase, it's fine. I was gonna say my parents, they don't really like me being gay... And the truth is I did share the same feelings for you." He smiled and wiped away some of the tears off of chase's cheek.

Chase smiled a bit. "R-really?" He sniffed before marshal wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Yes, Chase. I was gonna leave town for a bit just so I could get away from my parents. Maybe you can tag along with me since we share the same feelings. How about it, Chasey?" Marshal suggested, giving a seductive wink.

Chase blushed a bit, his tag wagging furiously behind his back. Constantly hitting the stair rails support beam with each wack. Wack, wack, Chase's tail speed up in the process. He felt happy, to happy in fact.

C-could this just be a dream?

"Yes, marshal, I would love that." Chase smiled, getting up off his feet before hugging marshal. Unfortunately, as Chase tried to hug Marshal, a loud alarm in the background. Marshal immediately faded as Chase got up out of his bed, panicking  as he was sweating all over his abs.

"FUCK! IT WAS JUST A DREAM!" Chase snapped, entirely pissed off. He grabbed his alarm clock off the small table and threw it across-the-room.

The alarm clock broke into tiny pieces on the floor, scattered everywhere. Chase covered himself back up in his blankets, not wanting to get out of his bed anymore and closed his eyes tightly.

"This isn't fair! Why do I dream of this shit and it's never real?!" Chase sobbed, tears running down his fuzzy cheeks. He grabbed his arms together hugging himself in pain until the morning dawn risen outside his window once again...