That Extra Special Someone (A Furry MalexMale Story)

Chapter 5

*Lukan's POV*

We were somewhat settled in the next week, and after my mother found out about the books incident, she scolded them both and then told us a fun fact about our neighbourhood: the sheriff lives across the street from us. I smile lightly when I remember that moment, and then I get dressed in somewhat nicer clothes because my mother is taking me up to the school to get me enrolled, which is somewhat easier in November than when everyfur is there to enrol at the same time in September and August.

3 hours

We go back to the house after finding out that I had been placed in all advanced classes I could get, I also got stuck in Algebra even though I tested into Geometry because I hadn't already taken a full course of Algebra 1, which was required to take Geometry, I had also gotten into Art class, which I hoped wasn't one of those where if you don't make it exactly how you're told, even if you know art is an expression of one's self and the thing is nothing that you feel or are, you get an F, which is how it was in Texas. My mother parked in the driveway and looked at my schedule and read it aloud,

"Algebra, Social Studies, Phys Ed, then you have lunch. LUCKY! I always had lunch before Phys Ed! Then you have two periods for a class called "Explorers", wonder what that's for, art for this semester, then Science. All core classes are advanced, too!"

She then pulled me in tightly and suffocated me against her breasts, her version of a hug, I believe.

"Mmf," I exclaimed trying to get her to stop suffocating me. She released me and ranted about being sorry for suffocating me.

"I'm so sorry baby! I didn't mean to! That didn't use to happen, I'm not used to you being so tall!" She exclaimed as I blushed slightly and rolled my eyes unnoticeably at her, "Anyway, I think we should go inside now, dad and I are going to the store, so I need you to look after your sister."

I opened the door of the lime green Jeep Patriot and started heading inside the house after very clearly stating, "He's not my dad, he's my stepfather. Stepdad if you really want to put the word 'dad' in there that badly," the entire time, my mother looked at me and cocked her head slightly at the end.

"You know, I can tell you've been watching a lot of British television while I've been up here, you've developed a bit of a British accent, have you noticed?"

I replied, "No, I hadn't noticed, really." But just as I said that I realised just how much BBC I had been watching, not a single American show unless you count Markiplier or PopularMMOs on YouTube. (What? I'm not THAT sophisticated, I still like to laugh, just not around my complete arse of a stepfather.)

I turned and began walking into the new, unfamiliar house, and stopped dead in front of the stairs and turned around quickly, almost doing a military style "rear-march" and asked my mother with a concerned tone, "Quick question, mother: Do you know whether Sky knows about us moving yet? I know he writes you sometimes, and I worry about him. He is my twin, after all, and him not writing to me feels as though half of me is missing." I was now visibly having to force myself not to tear up from the pain of not having my own twin brother with me.

She hugged me again, trying not to suffocate me this time, and answered my question, "I'm sorry Lukan, I have written him about our move, but I have no clue if he has received them or not because I haven't gotten word back since I sent that letter. But that does bring me to something that I was going to reserve telling anyone for tonight over dinner. But, I know your sister wouldn't care,"

"HALF sister," I interrupted.

She continued, "and neither would your dad,"

"STEP father", I retorted