My Foxy Hybrid boyxboy

Chapter 13

Max's P.O.V

The next morning I woke up to be sprawled across Jason's chest. I moaned and nuzzled my face into his neck and tried to fall back asleep.

"Good morning Max." Jason whispered and I could feel his lips kissing my forehead. I moaned and turned around pressed my back against his side and laid my head on his arm. Jason chuckled and brushed my hair away from my face.

"Before you fall back asleep just tell me how you feel." He asked and gently rubbed my ribs.

"I'm fine." Then there was a crashing sound from downstairs and his friends started to cheer. "But you better get down there before your friends ruin the house." He sighed and got out of the bed and walked downstairs. I rolled onto my stomach and fell back asleep.

When I woke back up there was stuffing all around me. I picked up some confused and I sat up and gasped at what I saw. It was my stuffed husky and it was torn up with stuffing popping out of the holes. I grabbed it with shaky hands and tried to put the stuffing back into it. A sob broke out of my mouth and I hugged Micky to my chest. I heard Jasper's tags jingle and he started to bark and whine. More sobs broke out of my mouth when the door opened and I was wrapped in Jason's arms.

"Shh Shh baby what's wrong?" Jason cooed in my ear and rubbed my back. I showed him the cuts in Micky and he ran his fingers over them.

"What happened?" Jason whispered and picked up some stuffing from the bed.

"One of your friends ripped Micky up!" I cried and tears ran faster down my face.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course! Jasper would never do this. Plus there cuts were made by scissor!"

"OK, OK calm down Max. Your going to make yourself sick if you keep crying." Jason whispered in my ears and wiped the tears off my face. I took deep breaths and tried to calm down but I kept hiccuping. Suddenly I felt something coming back up and I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. When I was done I was gripping the edge of the toilet and I was dry heaving. Jason was rubbing my back and handed me a cup of water. I took sips of the water as I tried not to puke again.

"You OK now baby?" Jason whispered and gently rubbed my back. I nodded and leaned against him and closed my eyes trying to calm my racing heart down. Jason lifted me up into his arms and brought me back to the bed and placed me against the headboard. I watched him pick up all the pieces of stuffing and grabbed Micky and walked downstairs. I moved down in the bed and turned the t.v on and laid Jasper on my chest.

Jason's P.O.V

I stomped down the stairs pissed that my friends thought it was OK to do this to my boyfriend.

"Who did it?!" I snapped at my so called 'friends' who were throwing a pillow back and forth between each other. They stopped and staired at me.

"What?" They all said and turned towards me. I held up the torn up stuffed animal and they all started to laugh and continued to throw the pillow.

"How do you know it was one of us? Maybe it was the dog?" Damien said.

"First of Jasper would never do this. Second of all these cuts were made from scissors not dog teeth. I can't believe you guys would do this. I invite you guys into my house and let you stay the night and this is what you do?! Get out and don't come back!" I snapped and opened the door and tapped my foot waiting for them to leave.

"God Jason you've turned into a boring asshole." James said and stormed out of the house with everyone else following him. I rolled my eyes, closed and locked the door behind them. I staired at the rips in Micky and tried to think of a way to fix him for Max.

"Max I'm going out for awhile. Call me if you need anything." I called out and left when I heard Max yell back 'ok'. I put the stuffing into a plastic bag along with Micky and headed out knowing exactly where I was going.

I got back home 3 hours later and Max was still in the bedroom and I could here that the t.v was on.

"Max can you come here for a second? I have something to give you!" I called out and headed into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Max slowly walked into the room. His face was red and puffy from crying and he looked so depressed. I gently pulled him to my chest and rubbed my hands up and down his back. I pulled back and handed him the bag that I placed on the counter. He looked at me confused before untieing the bag and opened it. He staired inside of it blankly before jumping into my arms and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Thank you so much." He whispered and let the bag drop to the ground and his hand was gripping onto the fixed up Micky. I went to a friends house and she sewed him back together for me. I wrapped my arms under his butt and lifted him up and he wrapped his legs loosely around my waist.

"How did you get him fixed?" He asked and finger the almost invisible stitches.

"I know a woman who sews for a living." I said and plopped down on the couch and shifted Max on my lap. He hugged me again and pulled my face to his and kissed me.

"Did I say thank you?" He whispered against my lips and I chuckled and nodded. I think I might love him.