K had a lot on his mind for a few weeks now, and was finally about to get some of it off his chest. The fox was hoping that everything would go smoothly, and in this case, go perfectly. K was taking a cab over to a nearby night club to see a very close friend and talk for a while. He was smiling the whole time, but when the cab finally pulled up to the club, he became incredibly nervous. K payed the cabbie and then stepped out of the cab. The bouncers at the club often recognized him and knew who he was there to see, so they let him in without question. The fox made his way through the club and a small crowd of dancing furs to the entrance of the dj's VIP room. The door was cracked, which signaled that the dj didn't have any company at the time. K gently pushed the door open and saw the dj, a slender and toned border collie, relaxing on a large sofa, wearing no clothes as usual. Apparently the collie hadn't noticed that K had entered the room, and was slightly startled when the fox spoke.
"K, when did you get here?"
"Just now.....do.....do you have time to talk?"
"Of course, come sit down."
K sat down on the sofa next to the nude collie, which was no longer arousing but more so a casual meeting between the two. The fox knew that the collie could tell he was very nervous, but waited for the collie to ask him why he was nervous.
"So, why the unexpected visit?"
"Well.....I.......just..........can I ask you something?"
"Please do. It seems like something is bothering you, and I would love nothing more than to help."
The collie's words calmed the nervous fox a bit, and now he felt comfortable enough to ask what he came for.
"Would you..........would you go out with me?"
The collie was a little shocked by the question, but he had no plans of being harsh with the fox.
"K..........how long have you felt this way?"
"It's.....it's been a while...."
"Why.......didn't you ever tell me though?"
"I......I was nervous...."
The collie crossed his legs and let out a low sigh. Seconds later he finally replied, "K...I like you...but...."
K was doing all he could to stop himself from crying; the fox already knew what he was going to be told. The collie looked into the fox's eyes and softly said, "I.......just don't.......I'm sorry, but I....don't really want a serious relationship....Please don't take this harshly, K. I like you, I really do, it's just that..."
The fox stood to leave the room; he could not hold in the tears any longer.
The fox turned and quickly left the room and made his way out of the club before the collie had a chance to say another word. Once outside, it seemed that nature was reading his mind and it began to rain. The fox was beyond miserable and began to walk home in the falling rain. After a few city blocks, he was thoroughly drenched, but no one passing by saw his tears. The fox arrived at his apartment and stood outside facing the front door, becomming further soaked with rain. Finally he decided to enter the building and go up the stairwell to his room. By the time he came out of the stairwell and walked down the hall to his room, it was very evident that he had been crying for a long time. K stopped outside his apartment door, pushed the key into the lock, and opened the door. K did not drink or smoke, and therefore did not seek out the consolance of alcohol or tobacco. Rather, he made his way to the nearby couch in the living room, sat down, and continued sobbing as his hope of finding love was rapidly deminishing. After several minutes of sobbing on the couch, the fox stood and began to make his way to the door to the balcony near the dining area. K grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open and walked outside. It was still raining, but his balcony was covered by the floors above. He made his way to the railing and looked out to the misty city skyline, and then down to the cars on the street below. K was still crying, and now his tears fell down upon the streets with the rain from above. The fox had the urge to jump and plunge to his death, but his paws remained firmly on the concrete. He was still outside when he made out the sound of his telephone ringing, but he was in no mood to answer. Finally he turned and returned to the warmth of his apartment; the answering machine was now recording a message from the caller. The fox sat on a bar stool in the kitchen and listened to the message left on the answering machine.
"Hey........I'm not sure if you remember me, or even want to see me.............."
The message trailed off, and K looked at the machine with steady disbelief as he had immediately realized who had called. The caller was an old friend, one that K hadn't been in contact with since high school. Nearly six years had passed since they stood side by side during the graduation ceremony, and K was surprised that his friend remembered him even existing. There were no problems between the two, only six years without any contact whatsoever.
To K, this phone call was unbelievable. A close friend that he not spoken to in years unexpectedly calls. K could still remember their time together in high school.
K would often spend his lunch hours together with his friend, Shawn. Shawn was a quiet, slender skunk that would spend lunches writing poetry or listening to music with K. K remembered Shawn wearing various band t shirts and jeans that were nearly always ripped at the knees or in various other places. Shawn was a very bright individual, finishing nearly at the top of all of his classes. But he was far from happy. It seemed that K was the only one that Shawn was comfortable around, though he could easily socialize with a few other furs, but many of the others picked on Shawn about his sexuality, his shyness, and the fact the he spent most of his time alone. One day, K approached Shawn while he was writing poetry. The skunk welcomed the fox to sit by him, and even allowed him to read his poems. K thought that Shawn's poems were beautiful, and when he said that, Shawn often blushed a bit.
The two spent every day together at lunch, and also had a good bit of classes together for the entire four years of high school. Shawn was always so shy though, even around K. K decided to ask Shawn about it one day, which was the first time any of the furs at school showed Shawn that they cared about him.
"Shawn......you look like you've got something on your mind all the time, like something is just eating away at you........Is something wrong?"
Shawn was surprised that someone was showing interest in his feelings. He hesitated, but managed to respond.
The skunk was so shy; he spoke very softly, but the fox heard every word clearly.
"It's just that I have a bit of trouble at home...."
"What exactly is it, Shawn?"
"My dad.........he found out that I'm.......I'm gay........"
"That's no reason for you to feel bad......Sexuality is a gift, and not everyone will appreciate that gift."
Then K witnessed Shawn do something peculiar: the skunk smiled.
"I've never heard anyone say that to me before.....that was beautiful...."
K noticed that Shawn's emerald green eyes began to sparkle.
"Hey, I'll always be here for you. No matter what. If you ever need someone that will listen, I will gladly be there."
Now Shawn began to cry, but they were tears of joy.
"Are you ok, Shawn?"
"I've.......I've never had anyone say that to me.........you're such a great friend, K."
The fox smiled and placed a hand on Shawn's shoulder and then said, "I'm glad that I could help you out. I'm happy that I got to see you smile Shawn."
"I'm happy that you decided to spend time with me......."
After recalling those moments, the fox's memory began to fade. Days flew by, and soon he had relieved every year of high school, all of which with Shawn by his side. The last memory he had of them together was the graduation ceremony.
"You....you look great, K."
"Thanks. You look great yourself."
K remembered sharing a smile, and hugging Shawn at the end of the night and saying that he hoped their paths would cross again in the future. While he was getting into his car, he faintly made out a voice calling him; a voice saying, "Wait! Don't go!"
Finally K snapped back into the present and now wanted to know the reason Shawn had suddenly called.
K wiped away the last of his tears and decided to give Shawn a call back. He picked up the phone and called the most recent number; the phone rings.
"K? Is that you?"
"Yeah.....I noticed you called, but I wasn't near the phone. Sorry about that."
"It's no problem. I'm just glad to finally hear your voice again."
"So, what's with the call all of a sudden?"
"I missed you.......a lot......"
"Well I'm happy to hear from you."
"Um......Would you mind if I stopped by for a visit?"
"I would love it. So tell me, where have you been for the last six years?"
The two had a long conversation and spent well over two hours talking and sharing memories. K was surprised that Shawn overcame his shyness, and he even thought the skunk had a very gorgeous voice. Their conversation came to a close and Shawn asked K about the best time to visit.
"You can come by tomorrow if you're close by. It would be great."
"Really? Oh, thank you so much. I can't wait to see you again."
"Well, guess I'll see you tomorrow."
The two said goodbye and goodnight, and it seemed that the burdens of the day had been lifted from K's shoulders. K set the phone back down and smiled; he couldn't wait to see Shawn again. The fox was tired and decided to get some rest, and was looking forward to Shawn's visit tomorrow.
K was woken by a knock at the door, and was surprised that someone came knocking that early, granted the fox did not know he had slept until the early afternoon. He got out of bed and slid into some jeans and went to answer the door. To his surprise and his complete delight, the fur knocking was a jet black skunk with stunning emerald green eyes.
"Shawn.........please, come in. It's so good to see you again."
"It's good to see you again too. And thank you for letting me stop by on such short notice."
"Don't mention it........So do you want to have a seat and tell me what brings you here?"
The fox led the skunk over to the sofa in the living room and sat down. Shawn followed and sat down beside the fox; he didn't seem as nervous or shy as he used to be.
"How have you been? It's almost been too long...."
"Pretty good. I've spent a lot of time travelling the world. Met a lot of interesting furs, saw a lot of beautiful places, but there was one thing I could never find."
"And what would that be?"
"I know what you mean....."
"K.........the whole time I was travelling.....I was thinking....."
"Well.........there's something that I never had the chance to tell you.........Ever since I missed the chance at the graduation...."
"That was you? I'm sorry.....I had no idea...."
"Now, what is it that you never got the chance to tell me?"
The fox had a feeling that the skunk was about to say something that he had always wanted to hear.
"K........I love you.......I always have...........My heart sank when I missed the chance to tell you that......I was worried that I would never have another chance to say it....."
The fox began to cry, not out of pain or sorrow, but out of happiness.
"K........will you......will you go out with me?"
The fox smiled and placed his hand on the skunk's shoulder and said, "I would love to."
Now Shawn was crying tears of joy too, and he leaned closer to K and hugged him tightly. They held each other for a few long moments, and then they pulled away to look into each other's eyes. Then Shawn leaned back in, this time kissing K on the lips.
"I love you, K."
"I love you too, Shawn."
It seemed that time was standing still and that the Earth had stopped spinning. For the first time in a long time, Shawn and K were together, and this time it was much deeper than friendship. They were in love.