Sunstreak was never accepted by anyone. A Wolf-Fox hybrid, he was always seen as just some mistake made by two people never meant to be. His father a Fox , his mother a Wolf, he never fit in. Now, the only people who cared have booted him from their...
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Sunstreak walked into the room with Komodo. Komodo automatically went to the fridge. Sunstreak flopped on the bed and began scrolling on his phone.
One other thing, he'd have to cover the cost of his phone bill. That sucked.
A chocolate bar landed beside Sunstreak.
He absentmindedly opened the wrapper and began chewing as he scrolled with one hand.
"I forgot to mention," Komodo said. "Two Girls from school are coming over to discuss science with me. That okay with you?"
"As long as there is no kissing and sexuality."
"Ew." Komodo said and sat on the bed, turning on the TV.
"Got headphones?"
"Yup."
After a moment, Sunstreak was listening to his Switchfoot/Lifehouse playlist with two small earphones tucked in his ears.
"How can you afford college?"
"I get jobs and work. I'm not lazy."
"Huh."
Sunstreak sighed. He'd never be able to get a job here. He'd probably have to move on to another town.
"Ill cover the costs until you can get a Job yourself." Komodo said, once again stunning Sunstreak. Sunstreak looked in surprise at the Komodo Dragon. His Kindness was overwhelming.
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"Thanks, bro."
Komodo turned on a nature channel and pulled the covers over his head. Sunstreak walked over to his own bed. That's when he realized something.
"I don't use blankets."
"Wha?"
"I used a sleeping bag that when unzipped rolled out into a square.
"Oh, the hotel has one of those under your bed."
Sunstreak leaned down and grabbed the Sleeping Bag/Blanket and pulled it out. And gasped.
It looked like the one he had used at home. Red on top, peach-tan on the bottom.
And behind the washing machine smell, he could smell his own. It was surprising the hotel found it worth using.
"What's wrong?"
"T-this is the exact same one I had, I mean, ITS THE EXACT ONE!"
"Wow. Your lucky."
"Maybe."
It wasn't just that. It was the fact that this was another piece of home.
Something Sunstreak treasured.
He sighed and put it on the bed.
He unrolled it and stripped of his jacket and his shirt, throwing them n the florr, then climbing under the new blanket.
He yawned and drifted off into a deep sleep.
. . . .
Suddenly, at nine, there was a knock at the door. He sleepily got up to see who could possibly be up at nine.
He opened the door sleepily to see two girls. One was a Lynx, and the other was...he didn't know.
"Erm...Hello?"
The untellable one whistled at the sight of a shirtless boy .
"Were here to see Komodo. Is he awake?" asked the Lynx
"The exact opposite."
"Oh."
"Just a second."
There was silence from the girls as he walked over and then pinched Komodo.
"Whaaa...YEOWCH!"
"Ya got visitors."
Komodo sleepily looked at the two and then his eyes widened.
"Aliven't, Calaby!"
"Yeah, that's us."
"Im sorry, I forgot!"
Sunstreak silently slipped out the door when hey began talking about the 'big bang', which he did not believe was true.
He sighed as he walked down the steps quickly, then outside the hotel, then in another five minutes he was swimming in the pool.
It was refreshing to be in water, but he looked up and all he saw was Komodo, Aliven't, and Calaby in a room discussing science.
He sighed and dove for the bottom of the pool. Just hen. thousands of thoughts hit him in the back of the head.
He came up to the surface sputtering and saw Pierre standing nearby.
"Doing some night-time swimming?"
"Indeed."
"Worth the affection of no one."
Sunstreak frowned and went back to swimming quietly.
Why did nobody seem to like him?
As he dragged himself to the surface, he was still pondering this question when Komodo walked over to him.
"The others wanna talk with ya."
"Not interested."
"Why?"
"Just not interested."
"Huh."
Sunstreak sat down on the edge of the pool and looked up at the sky, his jeans still soaking wet, which was because he had never bothered to take them off.
Komodo went back upstairs while Sunstreak kept thinking thoughts. He had never doubted God was the creator of the universe.
The problem was, how had God made him and given him such a depressing task in such an unwelcome body?
He Pondered this for a while before Komodo came out and dragged him upstairs to bed. Sunstreak's jeans were dry by now.
