I will (Furry Boyxboy)

A great Family

I got closer to the door, "Who is it?" I said to the other side. I didn't hear anything. "Who is it?!" I asked again. Then I heard someone. . . crying from the other side, "Han. . .".

I opened the door and saw Julian, with a bottle on his hand. He got closer to me and hugged me crying. "Julian? Are you all right?" I asked confused and worried. I separated and grabbed his light brown arm and smelt it. It smelt like alcohol, I remember the same smell with my dad. I remember him opening the bottle and smelling it. If he doesn't like the smell, he will throw it into the floor and grab another one.

"Are you drunk?" I asked. He entered and sat in a couch of the living room. I closed the door and sat next to him. I rest my hand on his lap "What's wrong?"

He hugged me again, "He died. . ." . At first I didn't understand, I only hugged him tightly. "My. . . dad. . . a heart attack. . . he died. . ." He replied crying in my shoulder. I stood up and grabbed his hand. I pulled him upstairs. He was walking very dizzy and underactive. Like if he has low battery. We entered into my room and I sat on my bed. He sat in the chair in front of my desk but I grabbed his hand and pull him into my bed.

The next day I woke up. I looked at my alarm, I woke up very early. I turned it off and looked at Julian next to me. He was without his shirt lied on my bed. I hugged him and snuggled my head on his chest while he, still sleeping, wrapped me with his arm. I closed my eyes, but didn't sleep. I just like the way I was lied down with him and I would like to never move. His chest fur was softer than my pillow. Until, minutes later, he woke up. He started sniffing my head and I looked at him. We kissed for a long time. Then he separated and looked at me, "Crap. . ." .  "What's wrong? I don't kiss right or I sleep bad?" I asked looking at him with a soft smile.  "We supposed to be in school today".

I hugged him and he hugged me too, "After what happen you don't have to be in school today". He stood up and looked around, "Hey, can I use your shower?" .  "Yes sure. There's a towel in my closet".

He opened the closet and found on top of a few towels a metal box. He grabbed it, "What's this?" He asked showing it me. I stood up and grabbed it, "Nothing. . . Why was it the- ooh. . . Nathaly. . ." I put the box under my bed. He gave me a half smile and entered into the bathroom. I opened my closet and started looking for the biggest shirt I have and shorts too. I put them in one side and then looked at the box. I grabbed it and took the key I always had in my pocket. I opened the metal box and took out the leather book. I put the box in one side and sat in my bed.

A couple of second later, Julian walked outside my bathroom with the towel on his hip. I looked at him, "Hey, try this" I said giving him the clothes. He took it, "Thanks. . . You don't mind to?" He said looking at me putting his hand on his towel. I looked at him confused, "What?".

Then he dropped his towel. I looked at other side completely flushed covering my eyes with the book, "Julian!" .  "What? You were going to see it one day anyway" He said sitting next to me. "Yeah. . . But not now!". He put his boxers on and looked at the book that I was holding in my hands, "What's that?".

I looked at him and gave him the book, "Opened it. I want to show you my past".

He opened the book slowly, and very carefully, and started looking at the pictures. I looked at other side touching my arm. Then he hugged me. He lied down hugging me so he was on top of me. "Hey, put some cloths on" I said trying to break free from his tight hug. "Why? I feel more comfortable like this". Then I started feeling his... ' it '... in my knee. "Don't do it or I'll kick you" He started laughing and let me free. I stood up looking at him. I felt secured with him, I even forgot about the scissor in my bathroom. He stood up and changed with the cloths I gave to him. I grabbed my phone and my keys and walked outside my room. Julian followed me downstairs and we entered into the kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I asked looking at him while he sat on the table. "Whatever you want". So I started making pancakes. I put some pancakes in a plate and put it in front of him. He started eating slowly staring at me, "You know. . . we would be a great family. . .". I stayed frozen holding another plate with a pile of pancakes. I sat down slowly next to him and held his hand.