Jake's POV-
"Randall I have somthing to tell you.."
"Yes..?"
".....N-nevermind" I just couldn't say it yet."What is it?"
"I said ill tell you later"
"Alright..." he said, clearly a little angry. 'Quick! Change the subject!' I thought.
"You know these casts? I'm gonna help you get them off quicker." I said smiling.
"How?"
"Like this. Stand up on your left paw."
"What?"
"Just do it."
"Ok, done now what?"
"Start putting a little weight on your right leg."
"Your crazy!"
"Trust me, I've broken a bone before. It wont heal properly if you don't." I started to walk away.
"Where are you going?"
"Grabbing my old crutches, they should fit you perfectly." I said with a sly grin.
"Wow. A short joke, thanks..." he said with a laugh.
"Only for you!" I said, "the only struggle will be your arm, but at least you can walk around now!"
"Yup! I go in for my full cast in two weeks!"-timeskip three and a half weeks (I'm evil I know😈)
He walked out of the room to tell us the news when I noticed he didn't have a cast on. Hmm? That's weird.
"Soooooooo they Told me that my arm still needs to heal but that my leg is healing extremely fast and that it only needs this ace bandage!" He limped over and hugged me.
"Thank you!!!" He was smiling ear to ear.
"Oh woah! You're welcome!" I ruffled his hair.
"I don't even need crutches!"
"Wow! I told you!" I heard a suggestive cough come from my mom.
"Get a room you two!" Militia said smirking. I looked down and realized Randall was still hugging me. He let go and gave Militia a death stare.
"I may be crippled but I can still kick your ass!"
"Really? Prove it!" He stomped at her with his good foot making her flinch. Everyone started laughing but her. "Its not that funny!" she said in a childish tone. He walked over and put her in a headlock and used his cast as a way of giving her a noogie. "Ow! That's hurts!"
"That's the point smart one!"
"You're damn right I am!"
"Um. You sure about that?" we all laughed again.
"Mfp..." she said and crossed her arms.
"Aye Randall, wanna go for a walk with me? Y'know, test out your leg. Make sure everything is working fine?
"Ya sure, why not?" he said. My mom gave me a suggestive look.
"Mom. No. Just no. Its a simple walk, nothing else okay?"
"Ya sure, whaaaaaaaateeeeeveeerrr."
"Mom!"
"Shoo! Just go on your little, 'walk'"
"Y'know what mom? I will! Just to prove to you that its just a walk." I grabbed Randall's paw and started running.
"JANDALL IS A THING!!!" I heard from behind me.
"SHUT UP!" we said in unison.
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My Savior (Furry BoyxBoy)
RandomThis is the story of me, a 5' 5" and 15 year old, skinny, brown eyed, redish fox named Randall McCarter, but ya can call me what evah you want. I made the mistake of coming out in my town via youtube and now I'm the biggest punching bag at the whole...