Just Another Romance (A Gay Furry Story)(COMPLETED)

Sorting Through The Mess

Sorry to the Justin Bieber fans, I didn't know who else to unintentionally insult in this chapter.

Later that day, Ryan and I decided to go ahead and ride down to my small house before time got ahead of us.

That was thought of while we were in the shower actually. Turns out that Ryan's a lot more fluffy when he first dries himself, and it's both cute and hilarious. But the point is that we needed something to do today, instead of just lounging around like the supposed delinquents we are.

So I look out of the passenger seat window as Ryan drives on, watching all of the little houses pass by as we draw closer. He has GPS to help him this time with finding my house, but the little fucker doesn't even know how to properly warn someone when to turn.

Ryan eventually tells it to promptly fuck itself in the 'arse', and he closes out of Google Maps with a frustrated growl.

"It's fine, I know the way, anyways." I console him with a wave of my hand, and I point towards the curve that's coming up. "Ooh, turn right here."

"Right, right," Ryan huffs, and makes sure that he makes it onto the road with ease. "Remember the last time we came down here? Hah, I almost missed the turn completely."

"Yeah..." I see my house come into view as we roll up, and I involuntarily start unbuckling my seat belt. My eyes are glued to the sight, I don't think about the fact that Ryan's still driving.

He finally stops, and parks the car. "We're here," he says quietly, and slips out of the car. I get out too, and we start walking up the concrete pathway to my home. Well... old home, now.

"You sure you wanna help?" I ask, reaching into my pocket for the keys.

"Of course," Ryan chuckles. "Who cares if it takes a long time?"

"Um... I'll take that as a rhetorical question." I unlock the door slowly, and I gesture for Ryan to go in.

When I close the door behind me, he lets out a cough. "Sorry, can't help it," he murmurs, and starts looking through a box of stuff I had never unpacked. "It's gotten a lot more dusty in here since last time."

"It's fine," I smile. "Let's just look through what I have, and work from there." I settle in near a pile of boxes, and I open the lid of the one closest to me. "Just keep out the stuff that seems interesting, and we'll load it in the car. Everything else, I'll probably just donate to the Salvation Army or Goodwill."

"Sounds like a plan!" Ryan giggles, and he sets off to work. He does, for about two minutes, and then he flops back onto the floor. "I know it's probably a bad idea to lay down on this carpet, but I'm not feeling hype enough to look through stuff."

"Yeah, the carpet's never been that great-"

"Ooh, I know!" He wrestles a hand into his pocket, and pulls out his phone. "Imma play some hype music!" After a few moments of swiping, some random pop song starts playing. "Alright, lets go!"

I give the song a listen for a moment, and I internally groan. "Don't tell me that you listen to that fucker..." I mutter, and Ryan gives me a tilted head as he pulls out a plaque.

"Hmm? You don't like Justin Bieber?" Ryan gives me a worried look, and scoffs. "I'm sorry, but he got me through a very serious time when I was younger."

"Yeah, but..." I roll my eyes, and sift through the box in front of me. Yuck, I'm not keeping these worn out clothes. "I don't know, he just sort of annoys me."

"I mean, we can listen to something else," Ryan says, sliding his phone over to me. "Pick something."

I pick it up, and automatically my eyebrows crease. "I don't know how to work Spotify."