In celebration of 65 reads I made a chapter that's 1300 words long exactly :P hope you enjoy!
"oh shit. RUN!!"
Jake's POV-
I pulled Randall through people shouting, "Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me. Move!"
"Why are we running?" He asked me once we were outside, clearly getting tired.
"Ill explain when we get home, there's just no time now! Just run!"
"But my leg!"
"Shit. Here hop on. Piggy back style."
"Okay..." he hopped on and, since he's so light, I had no trouble sprinting. I suddenly heard a car, presumably my dad's, spinning out of the parking lot. Since I could tell he was getting close I turned into an alleyway and kept running as fast as I could. I heard the car wiz past luckily not turning into the alleyway as well. I ran through it onto the sidewalk on the other side. I stopped to check which way to go and I decided on left. My heart was pounding out of my chest at this point and I decided that I couldn't keep this going forever so I decided to go home. I ran past the door and to the wall underneath my bedroom window with I had specially carved notches in to be able to get in and out of my room without the door.
"Hold on and be quiet!" I whispered to Randall. "As soon as we get in I want you to get in the corner farthest from the door got it?"
"Yes but you still haven't explained why we're running."
"Well, where do I begin... My dad has had explosive rage fits when he see me acting 'homosexual' and I don't know what hell do. That's why we're running. I'm just scared that he'll hit you because you live with us now and are under custody of my parents." Once I got inside I put him down and he ran to the corner like he was told and sat down knees to his chest. I grabbed my biggest knife and threw a couple smaller ones in my pockets just in case. I also handed Randall one just in time for my dad to bust in my door.
"Dad, I don't care what you're going to say. I've heard it a million times from all the different ''councelers'' you've sent me to."
"Can we just talk?"
"Only if it's not about me being gay!"
"Welp, I guess we ain't talking then." He said. He turned around and walked out.
"Wait... I don't get it. I was preparing for the worst and he simply left? I'm glad that didn't go down too bad!" Randall said and ran over to me and hugging me. I wrapped my arm over his neck.
"I don't get it either. I don't trust it though..." I said towards the door with a confused look.-the next day-
I woke up the next day at 8:47 and looked over to Randall's side of the room to see that he wasn't there. I started to get a little worried so I got up to go search for him. When I found him I was kind surprised. He was on the floor next to his bed where I couldn't see him.
"Hey buddy," I said shaking him awake, "why're you on the floor?"
"I have no clue..." he replied with a groggy laugh. Just then I heard my mom yell,
"We're going to church! Be good!"
"We will mom!" I shouted back.
"Your parents go to church?"
"Yeah... that's most of the reason my dad is the way he is... like all homophobic and shit."
"Oh that makes sense..."
"Yup." Awkward silence...
"Want some breakfast?" I asked him.
"Sure, we don't really have anything else to do."
"Alrighty, what would you like?"
"Burger King breakf-"
"Oh good fucking god..." I said and facepawed.
"I'm just kidding! Some French toast would be nice though." He said with a small smile.
"How many slices of toast?"
"Just one." I walked over to the intercom and started speaking.
"Chef? I need two plates of the best French toast you can make. One plate with three slices and one with only two with the best syrup we have in a pour cup on the side. Please and thank you." And I shut off the intercom.
"That'll be ready in 5 minutes sir."
"Thank you again." I walked back to Randall and he had a confused look on his face. "What?"
"But I said one..."
"Oh no no! You need to eat more than just one slice of french toast! You need to put some meat on those bones!" I said then ruffled his head fur fluff.
"I... well thanks I guess..." he said and stood up with me, blushing. Then we walked downstairs to wait down there and talk at the table.
"Wow. How are your parents this rich?!" He asked me astonishedly looking around the giant house.
"Well... my dad isn't rich, he's only here as a father figure, a bad one I might add, but a father figure none the less. It's my mom, she owns a company affiliated with Micropawft that has shares from Micropawft."
"Ohhhh! Wait... your dad is just here for a father figure? Is he even your real dad?" He asked me questioningly.
"Yes, *sigh* unfortunately he is my real dad, but my parents are divorced and the only reason my mom still has him living with us is because, like I said, she thinks I need a 'father figure' at 16."
"Oh... I'm sorry..."
"Oh don't worry! I can't be complaining when yo- yeah ill just stop there..." I realised I was fucking up when I saw the look on his face.
"Thank you..." just then the chef arrived and handed me the plate with three slices on it and I corrected him.
"Oh no sir, this plate is for Randall!" I said trying not to laugh at the expression on Randall's face. "Also sir, get Randall whatever he wants for a drink and I'll have the same. Then you may have an extra break until noon."
"Really?! Yes sir! Thank you sir! What would you like Randall sir?" The chef was acting like a giddy little girl on her birthday.
"I, Umm, I'll have... Do you have lemonade?"
"Yes sir!"
"Get us the biggest glasses we have as well thank you." I said,
"Yes sir! Those will be out here in a couple minutes!" Then he ran off to the kitchen at a full sprint. I heard a plate slide making me look up.
"Um yeah no. I can eat two, but not three..." Randall said.
"I meant it as a joke!" I said pretending to get defensive.
"Suuuuure... also, what's with him? You told him he could a break and he freaked the fuck out!"
"Well, my parents only give him two breaks which are each like 20 minutes long so a couple hour long break is a lot for him." Just as he was coming back I whispered, "when he hands us our drinks, tell that he's free to go," to Randall.
"Here are your drinks gentlefurs. Anything else?" I winked at Randall.
"No thank you, you are free to go." He said smiling.
"You two have no idea how happy I am! Have a great day! WOOO HOOOO!" he screamed as he ran off and threw his hat.
"Here, grab your drink and follow me." I said to Randall.
"Ok, one sec." I heard plates clattering.
"Whacha doin?"
"Putting the plates in the sink."
"Leave that for the maid."
"Nah, I got it!" He said with a smile.
"Ok, I cant tell you to stop," I laughed.
"Yer darn right!" We both laughed at that one.
"Now follow me!" I grabbed his paw and started running.
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My Savior (Furry BoyxBoy)
SonstigesThis 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...