No Regrets

Ch. 3

   I woke up hugging a pillow, and morning wood.  I looked over to see kingstons's covers folded over.  Where was h- oh yeah, he works now, for Denton's dad.  He gets paid good money from Mac, since his family are rich.  Kingston mows the grass one a month, trims bushes once a week, he does anything that involves yard work, over their wide expanse of land.
     I get up, and get the three baskets of clean laundry washed yesterday, and start folding.  It takes a long time, but I have nothing else to do.
   Two hours later, I have folded, and put away all of my families clothes.  
Then I felt my phone buzz.  My one, and only friend from school, Marcus.

Marcus - Wanna come over to my house?  Step dad is on trip, moms at work, and brothers are at daycare, I'll be alone all day...😼

Andrew - yeah, King is at work, mom is running errands. I'll be over in 20.

Marcus - By the way, need to tell u something important, at my house.

   I quickly put my shoes, and St. Louis Cardinal jacket on, the one that Kingston got me last year for my birthday, And sprinted out the door. I started jogging to Marcus's house.
    Marcus is a white tiger, almost six foot tall, and kingston's age, and some pretty tight muscles, due to his stepdad owning a gym.  His parents got divorced at age six, then his mother remarried to a guy a year later.  They adopted a young fox named Blake, then had another son three years later, naming him Karson. 
    When I finally got to Marcus's house, I knocked on the front door, and it opened, revealing a neatly combed, fluffy Marcus.  He looked like he just took a shower, and had a few patches of fur that darted in all directions.
   "Finnaly! I've been waiting for like an hour now! What took you so long, lover-boy~?"  He asked in a fake, joking tone, obiously trying to make me laugh.   He could probably tell that I had a bad night, because of the bags under my eyes, and my fur not being combed.
    "I-... I had to... R- run here...!" I say, gasping between every few words.  Marcus and I both walk into his giant, two story house.  The TV is on, and on the DVD player, with a blue screen, the one you get before putting a DVD in. 
   I followed Marcus into the kitchen, to see food, and a lot of it.  Eggs, bacon, sausage, you name, it's there.
   "Who cooked this...?" I ask in awe.
   "Thy meal was prepared by your truly, thus Sir Andrew wouldn't be famished!"  He says in a joke-ish tune. I then realized that my stomach was knawing away at itself.  I ran up to Marcus, and hugged him tightly,  kind of catching him off guard, he stumbled back a little, but then embraced me twice as hard, and picking me up in the process. 
   He shifted, and somehow, I was in his arms bridal style, and he took me over to the giant sectional couch in his living room. He sat me down on the couch, and put something into the DVD player.
    "I'm going to make you a plate, the DVD I just put in has a comedy, horror, and a romance movie on it, once we start eating, we can decide witch one we want to watch" he says, getting the food on our plates.
I few minutes later, Marcus comes in with the food, and pulls a small coffee table over to the side of the couch we where at, and we start eating. After we are both done, I remember that he had to tell me something.
"Didn't you need to tell me something once I got here?" I ask. He goes stuff, and starts shaking a tad.
" Well... I'm, I'm- ". He cuts himself off.
"IM GAY." He states aloud. Closing his eyes, and exhaling. I immediately hug him, and he does the same. He feels tense, and he's shaking. It feels wired for a minute, a muscular, older boy-, no, man, crying into my shoulder.
"You need to promise me... That you want judge me for this, it's who I really am..." He says, calming a little. 
  "You, will always be, my best friend, I will be here for you, no matter what... " I say. He hugs me even tighter. 
   "Well, that's over.  L-... Let's got this movie going!" He exclaims, trying to make everything less akward.
  "So, what genre?  I think we should do horror."  Marcus was a horror fanatic, and I, could handle most of the scares, and the major jumpscares.  Marcus would always Answer with ' Woo! That was scary!'  To a jumpscare, always lightening up the mood a little, him earning a chuckle or two.  
    We eventually settled on a horror movie called ' Behind You ', it looked kinda scary, but I could handle it.
Once the movie was over, we played around a little, but the door unlocked, and Marcus's brother Blake walked in the door.
"Marcus, who's that?" He asked Marcus, while walking in the door.
"This is my friend Andrew, Blake." He said, confidently.
"Marcus. Upstairs. Now." I say, slowly. We both walk up the hallway, leaving the twelve year old fox inside the living room by himself.
Once in the hallway, alone, he looks at me confused.
  "So, why are we here? Blake is probably confused about this, and-"
  "Didn't you say he was at a daycare of something?"  I asked, confused.
  "I thought mom dropped him off at daycare along with Carson, he must have had his 4H thing today, and she dropped him off there.  He gets dropped off by a bus when he's done."  He said, as quickly as he could.
  "Marcus! Can I have some of the food you cooked? I'm hungry!" Blake yelled from across the house.
   "Yeah bud, help yourself!" Marcus yells back.
   We walk back into the living room, and Blake is in the dining room eating a big plate of food.  I look at the clock, 3:47, I should be heading home, with Kingston getting off work at 4:30.
   "Hey Marcus, I need to be heading home now, Kingston gets off work in a little under an hour, so...." I say awkwardly, trying to get my stuff together
   "I can drive you, I have to get Blake some supplies for a school project anyways."  He says walking out of the kitchen.

   Later, we are all in Marcus's white jeep, driving to my house. 
  "Before we get there, I need to tell you that I'm having party type thing next weekend on Friday, there is going to be a total of 10 people all together, including me and you, I'll pick you up if you're going." He states
"The only thing that really goes on during Friday's is clothes washing, of the rare occurrence of a movie night, I'll be there."
"Oh yeah, don't tell anyone our little secret~" he adds on, nudging me with his elbow.
"What's the secret? I want to know!" Blake excitedly says in the backseat looking at his phone. I look at Marcus, and he mouthes 'Tell him a fake secret, something stupid'. I looked back at Blake.
"Blake, your brother likes to wear socks and sandals, and he likes mushrooms on pizza." I whispered
"Keep it between you and me." He looked up and gave me the zipped lips gesture.  I looked back up at Marcus, and he gave me a wink. 
    We were at my house a few minutes later, and I started to get out of his car, but he grabbed my hand, lifted it up to his mouth, and lightly kissed it. I giggled, and got out. And he drove off.

He's a flirt.