Soul mates (furry NSFW Gay boyxboy)

A dreamy evening

I walk over to my desk and pick up an evelope. A sticky note from my dad on top. Hi son, i know you miss your old car back in engaland so i put some money in this envelope for you to get another foor over here- Dad. 

I think back to my car in engaland. I love that car. Yeah im a car geek and no i don't love it in that way. Im emotionally attached to it. I think about the hours of work and parts i've put on my land rover. Anyway i open the envelope and gasp 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12. I count up the thousands. I put my paw over my maw. That's enough to my my car back home. stock. I don't like my dad he's got a lot of money and he's so fucking snobby about it. Anyway im sure my mom made him as a pity gift. I put the money in my drawer. 

I lay on my bed thinking about what car im getting. Probably a truck or opposite something small. I then think about grant and driving to and from shcool with him in my car. I think about big having a big space in the back for... activities. hehe. I get it out of my mind. Im such a whore i should be ashamed. I want a full relationship with grant. I think for a second. I've got a lot in my bank. from my fucking dad again. I also used to have a job in the uk. It pays well. I got about £1,000 so $1,165 a month and a extra. I wish my mom would stop forcing my dad to pay me. I want to be  financially independent. But she won't let me.

I pull out my phone and check my bank account. i have enough extra if it's needed. I hate being in a well off family i want to be normal. when i was little i lost a lot of friends because of the things my parents would get me. I value people not things or money.

I start to dream about grant again about sleeping in his arms. About driving away with him. about living together. About snuggling into his chest and keeping one of his previously worn hoodies so i can smell him if he goes home or out somewhere. I think about if he does any sport. I imagine him sweaty and musky. his muscles and fur wet. I drool on my pillow. 

Im rudely woken from my dream by a call from my mom. "can't talk long hon. i trust you will make good decisions with the money your brothers doing okay, doctors here bye love you". she hangs up. DAMN IT! such a good dream.