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He opened it as he struggled to sit himself up.\n\n [b]Mitch[/b]: Movie this weekend?\n\n [i]That’s right[/i], he thought as he remembered his sneaking out of the house last night to speak with Mitch behind the library. They had shared his first…[i]proper [/i]kiss and Mitch initiated the one thing he’s wanted the most since he started High School. Marlo’s jaw dropped and he excitedly kicked his legs under his blankets, [i]I have a date[/i]! He clutched his phone in both hands and held it close to his chest before falling backwards in his rush of delight and slamming the back of his head on the headboard.\n\n\n\t\n Mitch paid for both their tickets to the movie and Marlo shyly walked behind him as they crossed over to the snack counter. He could hear and smell the popping popcorn as they made their way through the crowd of people. It was the release day of the latest sequel to the Hunger Games. Mitch had only seen the first one the day before they went, but Marlo was an avid fan of the series. Waiting in line, Marlo was distracted watching Mitch stand there observing the menu. He watched Mitch’s ears and tail flick as he squinted to think.\n “God, these prices…” the squirrel muttered, then turned his head and smirked at the fennec who had been staring at him the whole time.\n “Y-yeah, I know…” he responded and looked at the boxed candy in the glass case within the counter.\n\t\n Mitch had ordered one popcorn with two large sodas (for the refill later, he reasoned). He asked the fox if he wanted anything else, but Marlo shook his head. Marlo, being so short, had to carry the soda embarrassingly with both his hands to their showing room where they occupied the top row of seats. Marlo preferred the bottom, but he was happy for the privacy he’d get in a higher spot. Others crowded around them and they were lucky to have gotten their spot before nearly every seat was taken.\n “Mountain Dew?” Mitch suggested holding his soda out to Marlo beside him. Marlo noticed the squirrel’s leg shaking beside his. Is he nervous? Butterflies fluttered around in his belly and he took the grand opportunity to sip from the same straw.\n He set his own drink in the cup holder and pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. It was rather cold inside. They both had taken out their phones to play on them idly before the lights dimmed and previews started playing. Marlo stared straight ahead.\n [i]I wonder what he’s thinking… I wonder if it’s weird for him. I’m his best friend…[/i]\n More previews. He could hear Mitch’s impatient sigh every time the green rating screen appeared.\n [i]I wonder if he really feels the same way I do. He only—[/i] horror struck Marlo just as the movie began. Mitch had whispered, “Finally,” and began eating the popcorn in his hand.\n Marlo was, however, terrorized by a new idea that had occurred to him. The butterflies worsened and he turned slightly to eye Mitch. He couldn’t put it into words… he couldn’t ask about it… he couldn’t admit it.\n The movie went on and Marlo’s small feet began to shake as he grew more nervous. He sat on the edge of the seat and began to bite his lip. His heart raced.\n [i]He just feels sorry for me[/i], he told himself. [i]He’s just trying to make me feel better.[/i]\n He sat back and tried calming himself down. This isn’t real.\n He was very interested in the movie and tried distracting himself with it promising himself he’ll leave those thoughts for later. He kept himself busy analyzing the movie compared to the book. He felt like his heart had crash landed from an enormous high. [i]This could ruin our friendship.[/i]\n About twenty minutes in he paid less attention to the movie and found himself paying more attention to the warm aura of the animal beside him. He seems so warm. The squirrel’s leg had calmed and Marlo watched it. [i]He’s so close to me right now[/i], he thought, [i]I can’t give this up even if it’s…[/i]\n Mitch had made a move and now had Marlo’s small paw within his. The fennec’s heart restarted and he blushed so much he had to close his eyes. The squirrel beside him teased and leaned over to whisper.\n “You’re cold.”\n [i] I noticed[/i]. He was glad Mitch was hardly shy at all. He would often say and do things Marlo could never muster up courage to. [i]Maybe it’s because he’s the one with balls.[/i]\n Marlo gripped the squirrel’s paw tighter.\n\n He found himself leaning closer to Mitch throughout the rest of the movie and by the time it had ended he was nearly resting his head on the squirrel’s shoulder. They stood up. Mitch left the bag of popcorn in his seat and grabbed both their drinks holding them between his arm and side so that he could retake the fox’s hand and walk out.\n “They’ll think you’re gay,” Marlo whispered.\n “Well, I’m not,” answered Mitch snickering.\n “I’m still a boy, you know,” Marlo slipped out. That wasn’t supposed to happen, Oh shit.\n Mitch said nothing. [i]Maybe he didn’t hear me[/i]. The others around them were very loud and were slowly exiting the room as slow as zombies.\n\n Mitch had let go of the fennec’s hand in order to hand their cups to the employee for refills. Marlo took his and began sipping on it while Mitch left for the bathroom. He sat, waiting… trying to reason with himself. [i]It’s alright… He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to. I hope his dad didn’t ask him to keep an eye on me.[/i] Although his new situation had been very effective distracting him from the painful thoughts of what Spencer had done to him, if he had too much time to himself he would begin reliving the experience. It’s going to be so weird going back to school.\n Mitch walked back out and winked at Marlo.\n “Want to come to my house?”\n Marlo nodded and smiled excitedly as he pulled out his phone to text his mother. He got a response as Mitch’s sister ([i]He has a sister? I didn’t know that…[/i]) pulled in near the entrance. His mother had said it was fine. Marlo climbed in the back seat while Mitch got shotgun.\n\n Mitch lived in a large brick house. It was amazing in Marlo’s opinion. His mother must have been a doctor. He couldn’t imagine the principal being paid enough to afford such a nice place. They stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. As soon as they entered, Mitch motioned for Marlo to follow him.\n “Let me show you my room.”\n\n His room was up the stairs and down the hallway. It was really messy. Books were sprawled out and Mitch had posters covering every spot on his walls. Marlo looked at his bed. The blankets were sloppily thrown on there and one pillow was only half within its case. He walked over to the desk beside the bed and noticed a book on top of it buried beneath a pile of papers. He lifted them up to look at it as Mitch dug through his own closet. It was titled Essentials of French I. He smiled. [i]We’re in Spanish.[/i]\n “Are you learning French?” Marlo asked.\n Mitch stopped and turned, but didn’t show the smile Marlo had expected. He was embarrassed for once. Marlo could tell.\n “I uh… you, I like your accent,” he turned his head and began digging through his closet again.\n Marlo was flattered though he shrugged and sniggered. [i]I need to work on that…[/i]\n “Huh, it’s not here…” Mitch muttered.\n “What isn’t?”\n “Oh, nevermind,” said the squirrel turning around and sitting on his own bed. Marlo sat beside him.\n “You have a really nice house,” Marlo complimented him.\n “Hah, thanks.”\n “What’s your mom do?”\n “She passed away a couple years ago,” Mitch said, “Cancer.” and Marlo’s eyes hit the floor.\n “God, I’m sorry.”\n Mitch shook his head and fell back onto the bed. Marlo wanted to just lay on top of him right there, but at least he did in his head. Instead, he stared at the floor and failed to think of anything interesting to say.\n “I’m not gay,” Mitch broke the silence. He was speaking in a low tone, “But you’re different.”\n Marlo felt his entire system shut down violently, [i]Oh god, what do I say.[/i]\n “I hate those guys so much, but… you looked cute in those panties,” his hand grabbed a hold of Marlo’s and he shook it jokingly.\n Marlo didn’t think it was funny. He frowned and turned away.\n “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”\n [i]Of course he was…[/i]\n “Do you actually like me?” Marlo muttered, refusing to look anywhere but the wall with a poster that had a badly taped tear.\n Mitch paused before he began speaking, “Of course I do. I know you’re my friend and all, but I think you’d make a good girlfriend.”\n “I’m a boy,” Marlo retorted.\n “Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry,” Mitch said, “Partner, I mean… I don’t know. I like it… You know…”\n Marlo knew what he meant.\n “Am I going too fast or something? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”\n Marlo shook his head. Then, before he knew it, Mitch had sat up. Their faces were within inches of each other before their lips touched. By this moment Marlo was sure his insides were jelly. Being able to open his eyes and see the squirrel’s face in the light was much different than the other night. His heart raced and he found himself holding Mitch’s head as he felt the squirrel’s tongue play with his. One of Mitch’s hands wrapped around Marlo and the other rested on his thigh. The kiss was much longer than their first and only other one. We’re making out!\n Mitch slowly pushed the fennec’s body back and slid his own body on top of him. Marlo could [i]hear[/i] his heart pounding beneath his chest. He thought he was going to have a heart attack. He listened to the sound of their lips…\n Marlo felt the hand slide across his thigh only slightly before an overwhelmingly claustrophobic feeling washed over him. He pulled back and stopped the kiss pushing Mitch away. The dream he had had recurred to him and it frightened him.\n “What are you doing?”\n “I wasn’t trying to do anything, I swear,” Mitch looked sincere, “Sorry. I wouldn’t do that, I promise.”\n Marlo didn’t want anything down there anymore. Not even on his leg, but when it was Mitch it was different. It was soft and warm… it comforted him.\n “It’s alright, I’m fine.”\n Mitch sat there embarrassed. Marlo sat up leaning on his arms and looked down at his chest.\n “Did you want to spend the night?” Mitch asked.\n Marlo looked around at the messy floor, “Where would I sleep?”\n Mitch shrugged, “Um…With me?”",
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The squirrel and the fennec fox stared into each other’s eyes for a very long time. They were in his own bed, but in a house that was unrecognizable. Those eyes stole Marlo’s heart and claimed it as their own. Mitch bent down for a kiss and his hand slid down…down… and then shoving it inside of the fox’s vagina it was Spencer forcing his face back onto Marlo’s laughing while he was forcing him to kiss him and—
Marlo awoke fighting with his blankets and panting heavily. The morning sunlight was shining through his blinds and he was catching his breath. He felt his eyes begin to sting as he squeezed his pillow and threw it to the floor in frustration. Giving himself a few minutes time to recollect himself he then ran his paws through the blankets to find his phone and check the time. It was 11:43AM and he had an unread text message from Mitch. He opened it as he struggled to sit himself up.
Mitch: Movie this weekend?
That’s right, he thought as he remembered his sneaking out of the house last night to speak with Mitch behind the library. They had shared his first…proper kiss and Mitch initiated the one thing he’s wanted the most since he started High School. Marlo’s jaw dropped and he excitedly kicked his legs under his blankets, I have a date! He clutched his phone in both hands and held it close to his chest before falling backwards in his rush of delight and slamming the back of his head on the headboard.
\t
Mitch paid for both their tickets to the movie and Marlo shyly walked behind him as they crossed over to the snack counter. He could hear and smell the popping popcorn as they made their way through the crowd of people. It was the release day of the latest sequel to the Hunger Games. Mitch had only seen the first one the day before they went, but Marlo was an avid fan of the series. Waiting in line, Marlo was distracted watching Mitch stand there observing the menu. He watched Mitch’s ears and tail flick as he squinted to think.
“God, these prices…” the squirrel muttered, then turned his head and smirked at the fennec who had been staring at him the whole time.
“Y-yeah, I know…” he responded and looked at the boxed candy in the glass case within the counter.
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Mitch had ordered one popcorn with two large sodas (for the refill later, he reasoned). He asked the fox if he wanted anything else, but Marlo shook his head. Marlo, being so short, had to carry the soda embarrassingly with both his hands to their showing room where they occupied the top row of seats. Marlo preferred the bottom, but he was happy for the privacy he’d get in a higher spot. Others crowded around them and they were lucky to have gotten their spot before nearly every seat was taken.
“Mountain Dew?” Mitch suggested holding his soda out to Marlo beside him. Marlo noticed the squirrel’s leg shaking beside his. Is he nervous? Butterflies fluttered around in his belly and he took the grand opportunity to sip from the same straw.
He set his own drink in the cup holder and pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands. It was rather cold inside. They both had taken out their phones to play on them idly before the lights dimmed and previews started playing. Marlo stared straight ahead.
I wonder what he’s thinking… I wonder if it’s weird for him. I’m his best friend…
More previews. He could hear Mitch’s impatient sigh every time the green rating screen appeared.
I wonder if he really feels the same way I do. He only— horror struck Marlo just as the movie began. Mitch had whispered, “Finally,” and began eating the popcorn in his hand.
Marlo was, however, terrorized by a new idea that had occurred to him. The butterflies worsened and he turned slightly to eye Mitch. He couldn’t put it into words… he couldn’t ask about it… he couldn’t admit it.
The movie went on and Marlo’s small feet began to shake as he grew more nervous. He sat on the edge of the seat and began to bite his lip. His heart raced.
He just feels sorry for me, he told himself. He’s just trying to make me feel better.
He sat back and tried calming himself down. This isn’t real.
He was very interested in the movie and tried distracting himself with it promising himself he’ll leave those thoughts for later. He kept himself busy analyzing the movie compared to the book. He felt like his heart had crash landed from an enormous high. This could ruin our friendship.
About twenty minutes in he paid less attention to the movie and found himself paying more attention to the warm aura of the animal beside him. He seems so warm. The squirrel’s leg had calmed and Marlo watched it. He’s so close to me right now, he thought, I can’t give this up even if it’s…
Mitch had made a move and now had Marlo’s small paw within his. The fennec’s heart restarted and he blushed so much he had to close his eyes. The squirrel beside him teased and leaned over to whisper.
“You’re cold.”
I noticed. He was glad Mitch was hardly shy at all. He would often say and do things Marlo could never muster up courage to. Maybe it’s because he’s the one with balls.
Marlo gripped the squirrel’s paw tighter.
He found himself leaning closer to Mitch throughout the rest of the movie and by the time it had ended he was nearly resting his head on the squirrel’s shoulder. They stood up. Mitch left the bag of popcorn in his seat and grabbed both their drinks holding them between his arm and side so that he could retake the fox’s hand and walk out.
“They’ll think you’re gay,” Marlo whispered.
“Well, I’m not,” answered Mitch snickering.
“I’m still a boy, you know,” Marlo slipped out. That wasn’t supposed to happen, Oh shit.
Mitch said nothing. Maybe he didn’t hear me. The others around them were very loud and were slowly exiting the room as slow as zombies.
Mitch had let go of the fennec’s hand in order to hand their cups to the employee for refills. Marlo took his and began sipping on it while Mitch left for the bathroom. He sat, waiting… trying to reason with himself. It’s alright… He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to. I hope his dad didn’t ask him to keep an eye on me. Although his new situation had been very effective distracting him from the painful thoughts of what Spencer had done to him, if he had too much time to himself he would begin reliving the experience. It’s going to be so weird going back to school.
Mitch walked back out and winked at Marlo.
“Want to come to my house?”
Marlo nodded and smiled excitedly as he pulled out his phone to text his mother. He got a response as Mitch’s sister (He has a sister? I didn’t know that…) pulled in near the entrance. His mother had said it was fine. Marlo climbed in the back seat while Mitch got shotgun.
Mitch lived in a large brick house. It was amazing in Marlo’s opinion. His mother must have been a doctor. He couldn’t imagine the principal being paid enough to afford such a nice place. They stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. As soon as they entered, Mitch motioned for Marlo to follow him.
“Let me show you my room.”
His room was up the stairs and down the hallway. It was really messy. Books were sprawled out and Mitch had posters covering every spot on his walls. Marlo looked at his bed. The blankets were sloppily thrown on there and one pillow was only half within its case. He walked over to the desk beside the bed and noticed a book on top of it buried beneath a pile of papers. He lifted them up to look at it as Mitch dug through his own closet. It was titled Essentials of French I. He smiled. We’re in Spanish.
“Are you learning French?” Marlo asked.
Mitch stopped and turned, but didn’t show the smile Marlo had expected. He was embarrassed for once. Marlo could tell.
“I uh… you, I like your accent,” he turned his head and began digging through his closet again.
Marlo was flattered though he shrugged and sniggered. I need to work on that…
“Huh, it’s not here…” Mitch muttered.
“What isn’t?”
“Oh, nevermind,” said the squirrel turning around and sitting on his own bed. Marlo sat beside him.
“You have a really nice house,” Marlo complimented him.
“Hah, thanks.”
“What’s your mom do?”
“She passed away a couple years ago,” Mitch said, “Cancer.” and Marlo’s eyes hit the floor.
“God, I’m sorry.”
Mitch shook his head and fell back onto the bed. Marlo wanted to just lay on top of him right there, but at least he did in his head. Instead, he stared at the floor and failed to think of anything interesting to say.
“I’m not gay,” Mitch broke the silence. He was speaking in a low tone, “But you’re different.”
Marlo felt his entire system shut down violently, Oh god, what do I say.
“I hate those guys so much, but… you looked cute in those panties,” his hand grabbed a hold of Marlo’s and he shook it jokingly.
Marlo didn’t think it was funny. He frowned and turned away.
“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to make you feel better.”
Of course he was…
“Do you actually like me?” Marlo muttered, refusing to look anywhere but the wall with a poster that had a badly taped tear.
Mitch paused before he began speaking, “Of course I do. I know you’re my friend and all, but I think you’d make a good girlfriend.”
“I’m a boy,” Marlo retorted.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry,” Mitch said, “Partner, I mean… I don’t know. I like it… You know…”
Marlo knew what he meant.
“Am I going too fast or something? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Marlo shook his head. Then, before he knew it, Mitch had sat up. Their faces were within inches of each other before their lips touched. By this moment Marlo was sure his insides were jelly. Being able to open his eyes and see the squirrel’s face in the light was much different than the other night. His heart raced and he found himself holding Mitch’s head as he felt the squirrel’s tongue play with his. One of Mitch’s hands wrapped around Marlo and the other rested on his thigh. The kiss was much longer than their first and only other one. We’re making out!
Mitch slowly pushed the fennec’s body back and slid his own body on top of him. Marlo could hear his heart pounding beneath his chest. He thought he was going to have a heart attack. He listened to the sound of their lips…
Marlo felt the hand slide across his thigh only slightly before an overwhelmingly claustrophobic feeling washed over him. He pulled back and stopped the kiss pushing Mitch away. The dream he had had recurred to him and it frightened him.
“What are you doing?”
“I wasn’t trying to do anything, I swear,” Mitch looked sincere, “Sorry. I wouldn’t do that, I promise.”
Marlo didn’t want anything down there anymore. Not even on his leg, but when it was Mitch it was different. It was soft and warm… it comforted him.
“It’s alright, I’m fine.”
Mitch sat there embarrassed. Marlo sat up leaning on his arms and looked down at his chest.
“Did you want to spend the night?” Mitch asked.
Marlo looked around at the messy floor, “Where would I sleep?”
Mitch shrugged, “Um…With me?”",
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