Honey, You're More Bear

"What's That Noise"?

  Sam sat on the futon looking at those glowing eyes. He knows what lay on the other side of that locked box. It was something he had wanted since he first saw Paris Hilton with her's.
   Paris Hilton paraded her kinkajou, Baby Luv, around with her and Sam fell in love with it. He immediately wanted one and went through absurd lengths to get it. Including selling almost everything he owned and working as a stripper on the weekends. But here she was, here was his "honey bear".
   She was a little over a month old, give or take. Still just a baby, which Sam figures is perfect. It's the perfect age for him to be able to still imprint himself on her as his guardian.
   He has stocked his mini fridge under his desk with various fruits and he has a few jars of honey in his nightstand drawers. He's not exactly sure how much a baby kinkajou eats, but he's sure he has enough for at least a week.
Sam nervously opens the clasp of the carrier and opens the door. He reaches his hand into the darkness and encloses his fingers around something small and soft. He can feel her heart beating horribly fast through his hand and his immediate reaction is to pull her close to his chest, and as he goes to he pulls her into the light.
Instantly she starts making horrible noises and trying to get loose. His kinkajou is trying desperately to squirm out of Sam's hand, yelping and growling the entire time. She begins wrapping her tail around his wrist in a desperate effort to get free. She is snarling and hissing, viciously scratching and tearing at his hands with her sharp claws. She emits a series of sharp barks and manages to squeeze out of his grip. Within the blink of a eye she is away from him and under the bunk beds, nothing but a sliver of her long tail sneaking out from under the edge.
Sam sits there, bloody and stunned. He doesn't know how to react. He wasn't expecting that kind of violent reaction from an animal because he had never experienced that kind of violent reaction from an animal before. Realizing he is bleeding all over his futon from the long deep gashes down his arm, he wrapped his shirt around it and decided he needed to get her out from under his bed. "Maybe she's just shaken up. Nervous about a new place, that's all".
Getting on his hands and knees, Sam crouches down under his bed so he is eye level with the floor. There again are those two glowing orbs. There were like something out of a bad B movie, or a nightmare. Best not to think like that right now. He shook these thoughts out of his head.
Sam began tapping the floor with his fingers and making a soft cooing sound. "Come here. Come here Lovely. I've got some honey for you Honey...come here...". While he's doing this he is reaching toward the drawer to get one of the honey jars. He opens it and offers it to his new, stressed out pet.
"Here. On the house."
Honey crept forward, not trusting this arrangement in the slightest. She inspected the jar and then turned away. Scuttling back into the corner. Sam sat, stumped.
He walks back over to his fridge and got some dried papaya. He took a couple pieces back over the bed and again extended them out to Honey. This time she was more interested. She grabbed the fruit and inspected it, as if checking it for poison. When it passed her inspection she ate it then came closer looking for more. Encouraged Sam puts another piece closer to him which Honey again proceeds to take. Finally she is within reach. Slowly, carefully, oh so slowly he reaches forward. Watching her lovingly eat her papaya delicacy, seemingly totally involved and blissfully unaware of anything but the savory treat before her, he carefully begins his delicate descent. However, just as his hands are about to close around her furry mass, she explodes into a blast of noise and movement. Again, her claws tear into his hands and wrists. And, again, she barely missed clawing his face in her mad dash getting away from him. Her speed is astonishing and within seconds she is gone. This time however she was on top of the bed in the top most corner of the bunk growling and hissing at him like a cat caught in a trap.
Knock. Knock.
   Oh shit. Sam had been so wrapped up in his animal and what he was doing he had forgotten about the 800 students around him. Including the dorm monitor who's job it was to be nosy. He went and cracked open the door.
   "What's up?"
   "What's that noise?"
    "Oh. Yeah, I'm just moving some stuff around and messing around on the computer."
   "Knock it the fuck off dude. It's 5:30 a.m." (Oh shit!! It is?!?!)
   "Oh. Sorry. I guess I lost track of time. You know how it is."
   "No. I usually am asleep at by now or still drunk. I have class in 3 hours asshat. So shut it."
   Sam shut the door and sat down on the floor. He looked up at the top bunk of bed but he couldn't see Honey from the angle he was at. He can't believe 3 and a half hours have passed since he got back with her already and he hasn't  even properly held her yet. He too has class in 3 hours, and he will be gone for most of the day. He wonders if maybe he could skip his classes.
   If perhaps Honey needs him more.