FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

_ Chapter 6 _

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Jakob

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The holidays were right around the corner. December 15th came along, just another school day filled with the same boring activities. Luckily it was seventh period, closing in on football practice.

I sat in the back of my algebra class, lost in thought, letting the rest of the world fade away, as it it didn't exist. As usual my thoughts dwelled on the field. Football was always on my mind -every second of the day.

The football season started off pretty good. Our record was a stunning eight and one, putting us in a position were we would have to go to state. Nothing could stop me from obtaining victory... Nothing.

Brandon and I had the entire varsity team set up for success. With myself as quarterback, and Brandon as halfback, it was rarely a team that could hold us. We worked great as a team.

I rarely had any friends, but there was a certain fur who I felt interested in, and that was the bear. Brandon shared the same passion for football as I did, but through it all he seemed a little more excited. I played for myself, while he fought for someone else... Someone in the audience each game.

The bell rung. I made my way out of class, heading for the field house, anxious to step into those pads. Furs flooded the halls. Everyone looked tired, drained from the excessive school work, and upcoming exams.

The holidays were right around the corner. Out of all the students, I probably was the only fur that did not feel even the slightest bit excited for the break. A break from school only meant a break from football.

Once I made it into the field house, I was shocked to find only one fur there getting suited up. The fur was none other than Brandon. He stood up straight and pulled a pair of pants up to his waist.

I looked around, dumbfound.

"Where is everyone?"

Branson's looked back and gave off his soft smile.

"Studying for exams... A lot of the team are borderline passing, so coach gave them this time to get those grades up."

I growled and banged my fist into the door. Anger took over. I was upset because the entire day was centered around football practice, and to get to this point and be told that there would be no practice set me off.

"Chill," Brandon said, walking towards me. "There isn't a game till after break, plus we have this. Damn near guaranteed a spot at state."

I sighed...

"That's not it man... Football is my life, I wake up everyday to live football, and... Well... It just upset me is all"

"Well..." A paw was placed on my shoulder. "We have the entire period to do whatever we want... Relax a bit, you look stressed out."

My body eased up, as I took a deep breath and regained my composure. The soft touch of the brown paw sent a wave of comfort thought my body. My eyes met those big brown eyes.

"You're right man... I should... I should relax..."

Everyone had a certain person that makes them feel at ease, like the world could end, but everything would be ok. Brandon was that person. When I was around him, I could accomplish anything, and whenever we made eye contact those big brown eyes would sooth my soul.

Brandon made me feel complete and comfortable, but at the same time I would become confused. Being around him was too easy. If I were to like anything other than football, it would be this bear...

The bear paw rested on my shoulder, still sending comfort throughout my body. Lost in his eyes, I moved unconsciously, my paw rested on top of his. I moved closer to the bear, slowly. He stood there and watched, as if anticipating my next move.

The distance between us grew thin, and time seemed to slow down, taking forever for me to reach him, but when I did, my lips pressed against his own. They were so soft...

For that brief moment I felt complete, and worry free. Nothing else mattered besides the kiss mattered, and that scared me, because football did not even cross my mind.

Brandon was the first to retract. He stood before me, smiling and scratched the back of his head, giving off a little chuckle.

"Well... That was weird." He said, still showing his bright smile.

I snapped back into reality, everything that just took place hit me at once! I wasn't gay, or even bisexual, but I didn't like girls either, or more of I wasn't interested right now. Football was my priority, and there was no spot on the team for a fag!

I grabbed my stuff and ran out of the locker room, leaving Brandon behind. Tears formed as I dashed away, now even more confused than I was before.

Did I really kiss him? What was I thinking?

***

Colby

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December 18th, the Friday before winter break. Furs clustered the halls, as they made conversation with their friends. Since today was the Friday leading to our two week vacation, school would be released early. The school was in an uproar, one period away from being released.

Today was like any other day for me; classes, exams, and staring at all the hot guys that passed my way. There were so many species -so many athletic hunks.

I hid behind my locker, peeking every so often to see who would walk by. Brandon, a cute, sexy bear from the football team passed, flossing his magnificent smile; Max, the smart and well built husky strolled passed, next to Brandon.

Caleb and Drake, the hybrid hotties came around next, both walking by with their heads held high. Drake's body was worthy of the Gods, wearing a tight shirt with the phrase "Stoner Kid", each ab showed clearly underneath the hugging shirt.

Caleb, on the other paw, was more lean, and lacked the muscle his cousin had, but it couldn't be denied that he worked out, seeing that he had a well defined body, and little to no body fat. The two hybrid were irresistible, in my opinion.

I just watched as hot guys passed me up, eye humping their bodies. The only thing I could do is fantasize and dream of what it would be like holding them.

"Earth to the swooning dalmy!" A black paw snapped me out of my daze, putting my attention on a red fox, Samantha, and a cute little skunk, Dozer.

"Hey guys..." I said, blushing, as I removed a few books from my locker.

The fox and skunk were my friends, the source of my freshmen year. It seemed odd, being friends with these two. Samantha wore a black skirt, red and black striped shirt, and large hooped earrings, while Dozer's lower region contained black cargo pants, and a green and black shirt with the Energy drink logo plastered in the center. Compared to my khaki pants and baby blue shirt... I was the little light speck in our group.

"Dude, you gotta stop staring at all the guys that past!"

Dozer gave me a pat on the back, turning my white cheeks a dark purple.

"I-I can't help it..."

We began to walk to our class, still minutes away from the bell. Dozer and I talked about guys we were interested in, showing the same interest with a few of them, while Samantha toyed with her phone. Our conversation landed on a friend of ours Taylor, Dozer and I complimenting his body and personality.

Taylor is a member of a club called the GSA, or Gay Straight Alliance. Our wolf friend fell from the heavens, because before him I didn't know if Dozer or I had a chance at finding a sexy guy.

Taylor wasn't like most of the guys, his body contained a little more body fat, but you could tell he worked out from his arms. Man were his arms huge, like two logs. It was ashamed the wolf did not play any sports.

"Taylor is a great guy... But he couldn't be interested in us?"

Dozer shrugged at the remark.

"We're not big, muscle heads, but I wouldn't say we're ugly or anything."

The skunk's words were true. Unlike other guys at the school, we were not body builders, not did we spend any of our time in the gym. Our bodies were to small to build muscle, both standing no taller than five foot six inches. If anything, we were cute and adorable, even Dozer with his dark appearance.

"Why don't you two just date already?!" Samantha said with a giggle, causing Dozer and I to turn away and blush.

"W-we're not each others type." I replied and Dozer nodded.

Dozer was my friend, and a big reason why I had the courage to come to school everyday. Ever since the second grade, since I expressed my feeling toward guys, furs have picked on me, beat me up, and called me out of my name. It didn't stop, but I was determined to keep my head up, even if they just beat it back down.

Today was no difference, and to my dismay I walked into a wall of muscle, causing me to bounce back and hit the ground, my books scattering everywhere. I looked up to see what I collided with to find gorilla-sized bull dog.

The dog gave off a low growl and glared at me.

"Watch where you're going you fuckin' faggot!"

I quickly gathered my books, not looking up to meet his gaze, a little scared and embarrassed. Hopefully if I didn't look at him, he'd move on, but life had something else in store.

Samantha stepped in front, beamed a soul ripping stare at the larger canine.

"Hey," Her little voice rang with authority. "How about you watch we're you're fuckin' going!" The Bull Dog and the German shepard and Doberman he was with started to laugh. "And don't call him a fag, that's not cool to say you jerks!"

I tugged at Samamtha's skirt.

"Forget it..."

"Hell no!" Dozer stepped up now, grinding his teeth, fist balled. "Who the fuck do this guy think he is?"

The Bull Dog pointed at Samantha and Dozer and laughed even harder, barely able to speak.

"G-guys... w-we-we're being attacked... by midgets!!" The laughter continued.

Dozer guffawed and pointed as well, but at the Bull Dogs crotch.

"The ONLY midget here is between your legs!"

The laughter came to a halt, and now the large canine wore an angry expression, his face showing multiple wrinkles. I knew Dozer had hit a soft spot, and now we were all toast!

"What did you say faggot!?" The Larger canine took a step forward and launched an arm at Dozer, grabbing him by his collar and lifting my friends tiny body into the air with ease.

"I'm going to beat your fucking face in, you little fuck!"

He slammed Dozer into a locked and raised a paw, but before anything could happen, a voice came from behind the Bull Dog's two friends.

"I don't think you'll do anything, pup..."

Everyone turned their attention to the source, and standing their was the white and blacked striped hybrid, Drake. He stood their, holding his backpack with one paw, and letting the other hang on the other side.

"Fuck you freshmen! Mind your business!"

Drake looked at the Doberman and German Shepard, then gave a smirk.

"Look... I don't want any trouble, so could ya just put the skunk down..."

I stayed on the ground, looking at the mess I created, almost in tears. There was nothing I could do, I felt so weak, letting everyone fight my battles for me.

The Bull Dog growled and turned his attention back to Dozer, giving off a low growl.

A light chuckle was given by the Drake as he dropped the backpack.

"It's not his fault you have a tiny dick."

The Bull Dog quickly dropped Dozer, spun around, and swung with all his might at the hybrid, causing the two guys he was with to step back. Drake, in an instant, moved to the side, stepped behind the Bull Dog, and stepped back, before kneeling down to help Dozer up.

"You're ok, dude?" Drake asked. "He didn't hurt ya, huh?"

Dozer just shook his head, his mouth agape, as for every other fur watching. The way this hybrid moved around the tree-sized arm was unreal. I knew Drake was a boxer, but was he that good?

Drake and Dozer stood up, and as they were rising, the Bull Dog rushed, slamming Drake against the locker, holding him their with his elbow, and growling just inches from the hybrids muzzle.

"I'm gonna fuck you up good!" The large canine spat.

As he threatened the hybrid, Drake just chuckled, almost as if he had the situation under control. This only pissed his attacker off more, slamming the hybrid into the locker once again.

Drake smiled and spoke with confidence, "Anywhere else..." His expression changed, now a little more serious. "I would tear your fucking tongue out of your muzzle.." He cocked his head to the side, looking at something down the hall. "Now let go of me before those teacher get here..."

True enough, a group of teachers made their way in our direction, and Drake was released. The only thing capable of breaking up confrontations -Teachers.

"This isn't over, punk!" The Bull Dog said as he and his friends turned around in one motion.

Drake grabbed his backpack, letting out a low, audible growl. "Didn't count on it..." He said before walking in the opposite direction of the attackers.

I watched him walk away, as did the other students gathered around, all snickering, some sighing because their entertainment was interrupted. Drake just took his leave, no thanks, no gratification, like a true hero. If I held any feelings for the hybrid before, now they were amplified.

"Are you ok?" Dozer asked. He helped me pick up my scattered books, handing me them.

I held the books to my chest, very much wanting them to be my savior, and to feel his arms around me. The way Drake swooped in and helped us was simply amazing, and heroic, like Superman coming to Luis Lang's rescue.

"Um... Dude... You're swooning again..."

A blush stained my little white cheeks, embarrassed again for daydreaming about yet another hot guy. I turned around, books to cheat, and made my way to the final class of the day, Samantha and Dozer close behind.

***

Drake

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Why must I get myself into the quarrels? Bullying disgust me. How does someone pick on a weaker being, just to gain pleasure in their miserable lives? It irked me, deep down my soul burned and longed for a stop to this violence.

There was a fine like between right and wrong, and even though I hate the wrong side, I, myself, was balancing on that line. Behind the football stadium stood Caleb and I, ditching the last class of the day, and could you guess what we were doing?

Caleb passed a joint in my direction, and I took a few hits before passing it back, tasting what seemed to be citrus, obviously it was a very strong strand of marijuana. Nothing by the best when it came to my cousin.

I didn't originally plan on skipping class. The stress from earlier was to much to bare. After the run in with that huge Bull Dog, my day just seemed ruined. Of course the bullying pissed me off, but the fact that I let him push me around did not sit to well. If I didn't take this little smoke session, I'd probably be out Bull Dog hunting.

Why did I not fight earlier? I could have taken that guy out easily; he moved sluggishly, and his attack were to slow. Yet, I just sat their and let the punk throw me around, because of a promise.

The night Caleb, Brandon, Max, and I went to jail, they made me promise to stop fighting, or at least stop fighting for people who weren't in our group. I thought it was a selfish thing to be asked of me, especially since I could not turn a blind eye to someone in distress. So instead of fighting today, I threw myself into the bullied position.

"You're an idiot..."

Caleb passed the rolled up marijuana, shaking his head.

I knew where the comment was aimed at, so I just shook my own head and took a hit, then returning it to him. My cousin wasn't one of my fans when it came to swooping in to saving someone, only because he usually would be dragged into it. We've never left a fight unscathed.

"At least I didn't fight anyone... Lucky them."

Caleb and I sat there for what seemed like hours, rolling joint after joint, but in reality time was not moving as fast as we thought. Today was one of those days where I could smoke myself into a comma. There were just so many things on my mind, so much anger built up.

Lately, Smoke sessions have been like eating... at a buffet. Each consisted of two to three grams, and not to mention a horrid case of the munchies. I stayed in the clouds do much it was a mystery my grades stayed above C's.

Stress ruled my life after that night we were arrested. Day to day was like a rerun of the event, how it played over and over in my head... How I was denied by the one I cared about.

That night I lost my way. That night I had came to terms with myself, and who I was, or would become. After my last talk with Tyran, my mind has been a void to life. I didn't hangout with my gang as much, the boxing and wrestling team were a thing of the past, and my grades went from A's to C's and B's. Ever since then I lost interest in life, and all I had any strive for is to smoke pot.

Caleb sensed something had happened that night, how I changed from my old self, yet I could not open up to him. How do you tell the only other person you care about in the world you're attracted to the same sex?

Yes, I like guys, but I also enjoy the pleasures of the opposite gender. Guys were cute, and it was something about a smaller guy that drove my senses wild. I blamed the wolf's dominant instincts. Girls, on the other paw, smelled nice, and had sexy bodies, and a unique scent. A guys scent wasn't as delightful, and kind of hard to distinguish at times, but a female's had a dominant ruling over the males body -I loved it!

I wasn't a walking hard-on, in search of any guy that could get me off. There was only one guy that interested me, and that was Tyran. The feeling is hard to explain, how I look at him is like a little brother, wanting to protect him from anything. In the past, anyone who messed with Tyran had to go through me, and over time I realized I had a connection to him.

To my dismay, Tyran did not feel that connection, rather he was close-minded and not interested in my feelings at all. He basically cut off our friendship after I expressed the way I felt. That sent me into a drug depression, but nothing like the one I'm in at the moment. Now I just felt -empty...

Not much was said between Caleb and I, that was quite normal nowadays. We talked about music, classes we passed, classes we think gave us a little trouble, and what we would do for the holidays. It was decided that we'd probably smoke a tremendous amount of marijuana, along with a collage of other drugs. I needed the escape.

The bell sounded off, casting off the ticket to release students from their cells, or classrooms, as the government calls them. I helped my cousin get everything organized and made out way to regroup with the other students. The start of winter break begun!

As I began our journey to the other students, Caleb stopped me, putting a paw on my shoulder. I turned around to look at him, eyes low, but still able to see a hint of sorrow.

"Drake... I don't know what happened, or how he did this to you, but... I wish it didn't happen." He looked down, briefly, then our eyes made contact again. "I won't forgive him for hurting you... Ever since that night, your drive in life... Well, it's gone, completely! You know whatever it is... I'm here... I'm here for you man... We're like brothers..."

I shrugged his law away, playfully, masking the seriousness of my action. That was the last thing I needed, a sentimental talk that almost blew my high. I was angry, but all at the same time, hurt. Hurt that I would allow it to get so bad my cousin worried.

"Dude, you're high as fuck! Don't get all girly on me now, ok?" I chuckled. It was fake, but believable. Thank you Drama!

Caleb grinned, yet it was false, and not as believable. He knew something was going on. For weeks he has kept quiet, with all the stares during our sessions, and avoiding certain topics. The hybrid repeated my boundaries, but how much suffering can you watch a loved one go through before throwing in the towel on respect?

"Ok dude... Heh... I guess I've been trippy lately... All this MJ can't be good for the brain..."

I gave a light lunch to his arm and excused myself to go to the restroom, not able to look into his face after decking the offer to help. There was just nothing he could possibly do, no matter how desperate he was to help. I loved Caleb, and trusted him with my life, but the thought of losing him because of mere feelings for a guy? I would not take that gamble.

***

Tyran

***

Nothing could ever be the same. My family was upset after discovering I was there the night Shaun was arrested, only because I failed to inform them. For some odd reason, they gave me a lecture, and now I knew I was the 'older' brother in this household. Shaun was not my concern, let along my responsibility.

School life was uncomfortable. I no longer had friends, and on top of that a rumor spread stating I ran the night everyone was arrested, now giving me the title "Pussy". Great. As if life was not hard enough, dealing with the battles going on inside me.

At home I dealt with the constant bothersome behavior from my brother. Picking on me had become his full time job now, having nothing else better to do, not to mention his Drake Pursuit was put to a stop.

School life was just as bad, coming with some of the same problems being picked on by Shaun, and other furs. The harassment I received really affected me, mentally and physically. My grades were suffering, going from a straight A student, to B's. There was to much on my mind to strictly focus on school.

Like Drake.

I hadn't heard from Drake much, ever since that night, not even in the halls of Madison High. Some people say he's in the process of dropping out, while other rumors state that he ditches class, and when he's in class the Hybrid's high as a cloud. Of course we shared a class, but he wasn't there much, and when he was his head wasn't. Every time I saw the stripped canine, he seemed drained, like his soul was sucked out, not talking to anyone, nor looking at anyone...

Was this because of me? I mean of course things had gotten out of hand, but Drake had always been the strong-minded one in the group. A conversation with him just ran so smoothly, nothing seemed to ever hurt him. I guess everyone had their breaking points.

At times I wanted to talk to him, reach out to connect with my former friend, yet I couldn't. The courage to restart and start anew seemed so far from possible. As bad as I wanted to comfort him, I couldn't. I still battled with my decision, rather or not I could return the feelings he had for me.

I was not gay. Women turned me on, their scent just drove me crazy, but at the same time I felt something for Drake. He was there whenever I needed him, never giving up on my goals, or me, as a person. He provided protection whenever I needed it, and when I was around him, there was a special feeling in my stomach that was unexplainable.

Drake was the one person I could confide in, like my safe haven. We had a connection I felt that was missing, like real family. True I never knew my real parents, and I always wondered what it would feel like to be with them if they did not die in the car accident when I was an infant. How would their touch feel, or could their love feel different? Around Drake, I feel the way I imagined it would be with my parents.

Was that love?

What was love exactly? An emotion that gives people hope, or a reason to live another day. Something that amplifies your drive to keep going, even when the world spits in your face. That is what I needed, something to give me hope; someone to make me feel like tomorrow will be better than the day before.

I made my decision, but really it was made weeks ago. After my talk with Ace, it made me realize. I was the bad guy. Someone came to me, loved me, and since I have some sort of psychological screw up where I push away the people close, I could possibly have messed up the life of someone dear to me. Today, I decided, after school released, I would find Drake and tell him how I feel.

Hopefully it isn't to late.

Time moved slower than usual. I watched the second hand glide around the clock, each second making me a little more nervous. I had planned out everything I wanted to say, but we all know how that goes. When you're faced with a task, your game plan goes out the window.

My eyes couldn't resist the temptation to look at the clock ever three seconds, making time move slower. I tapped my desk, anxiety had taken over, and my tail hung beneath the desk. Not much longer, but even that didn't make time seem any less of a factor.

When the bell finally signaled the beginning of our vacation, my heart dropped to the floor, nervousness had finally taken complete control, and the second thoughts flooded my head, and blurring my judgment.

What if he lost feelings for me?

What if he hates me now?

How should I respond if he just ignores my advances?

The time was near, and the only things I could thing of we're the negatives. Typical me. I was afraid of rejection, just like any other teenager with feelings toward their special someone. The only thing that was left to do is just throw everything on the table and hope for the best, even if the worse was possible.

I made my way outside, fishing through the students in search of a certain hybrid. Students flowed out of the school like vomit, a complete mess, and it felt almost impossible to find him. I twisted, turned, eyes darted over every student near me, until I caught eye of the white and stripped fur. I rushed over to him, and placed a paw on his shoulder, but was disappointed to find that this fur was not Drake.

"Eh... What the hell do you want?" The hybrid, Caleb, asked in disgust, obviously not wanting anything to do with me.

"I'm looking for Drake... Do you have any idea where he could be?"

Caleb let out a low growl and took a step back.

"Leave my cousin the fuck alone, you've done enough... Every time he talks to you he falls into a deep fucking depression, and his REAL friends are stuck trying to dig his way out, so do us a favor..." My ears laid flat, and I gave off a whimper. "Stay the fuck away from him!"

Caleb was right, and had every reason to be angry. Every time I shot Drake down, with every neglected attempt to gain our friendship back, I pushed him toward the dark path, edging him to lose himself each time. I wanted to make it better, but would this really help?

"I-I just want to make everything better... To ap-" I was cut off, Caleb stepped forward and wrapped a paw around my neck, now letting out very audible growls escape. I was frightened.

"Did you hear what I said you little bastard?!" The hybrid eyes, they were filled with so much hate and sorrow, and at that moment, I knew he would do anything to protect his cousin. Things must have gotten really bad for him. "If you come near him again, I'll fuck you up so bad your parents won't even recogn-"

"What the fuck is going on?" Someone said.

Caleb and I looked to find Drake rushing to our side. He let go of my neck and stepped back, Drake filling the space between us. Nothing had changed. He'd run to my rescue with his legs chopped off.

"Nothing..." Caleb hissed. "Let's get going... We'll meet Brandon and Max later..."

Drake just stared at me as he back away, him and Caleb walking away from the spot. He gazed at me with confusion, at a lost, and hurt. I wanted to call out to him, there was to much to be said!

"Drake!!"

The hybrids turned around, both giving a 'What The Fuck' look. I walked to the spot they were standing, picked my head up, and mustered up all the courage I had.

"Can I talk to you... In private?"

Drake looked at his cousin, then back at me, his eyes low.

"I- I really don't think that's a good idea..."

As his word exited his muzzle, my hear felt as if it disappeared. It was everything I feared, plus more as I looked at him stare at me with a lack of expression. This was not the old Drake. He was cold, and less -a friend.

"Please... Please... Just give me five minutes of your time." I begged, hoping he would reconsider.

He gave Caleb another look, then nodded, returning his attention back to me, his eyes closed, and a sigh released. The sigh didn't help my confidence; I felt like a bother.

"Sure... Let's make this quick..."

Drake and I made our way to a spot were we could be alone, unfortunately it was back inside the school. Furs wasted no time leaving the building, ready for their vacation. We ended up in the gym, alone.

"So," Drake had his back turned to me. "What do you want?"

I wanted to reach out to him, the aura around my old friend seemed dark, cold, and I wanted nothing more than the old fur everyone loved back. The only thing I could do is stand there, facing his back.

"Over the weeks... After what happened that night, I felt bad about what I said, how I reacted. The way I handled the situation was horrible, especially how I treated you, that night... And the day you kissed me..."

Drake's body cringed.

"To be honest," I continued. "I didn't know how to respond to another male... You know? It was just so odd and weird..."

"So you think I'm weird?" Drake mumbled, his voice showing no expression, just a blank statement.

"N-no! Of course not, that's not what I'm saying?!"

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?" He roared, the words bouncing off the gyms walls in an echo, causing me to flinch and my tail to find a resting place between my legs.

"I'm saying that I overreacted... The way it happened confused me, and I just felt so confused... Ever since it happened I've beat myself up, hoping, and praying I could find a way to make this right, or better..."

Drake's body turned slightly, eyes now on me, making it a little easier to talk.

"I couldn't talk to anyone until I finally found someone who could help, a person who gave me advice, that I shouldn't be angry... Not at myself, nor you, and especially you... Because how do you feel anger toward someone who loves you? It's not right... Especially since..."

Now Drake was turned around completely, both eyes on me, and ears open wide.

"Especially?" He asked, calmly.

I gulped and took a deep breath. This was it, the time I told him how I felt. In the past, I was never good at expressing my feelings, often like a lost puppy in that area, but this time, it felt right, like I had no choice but to let him know... Know that...

"I love you too..."

In an instant, two arms wrapped around me, and hard sobs could be recognized as they echoed throughout the gym. Drake had fell to his knees and threw his arms around my tiny frame in a warm embrace.

The set of arms felt nice. It was like being sheltered and protected, but also feeling wanted at the same time, as if nothing could get to you because that shelter blocked any threat.

"You're... A... Jerk..." Drake said between sobs. The insult made no difference, I knew he didn't mean it...

He always wanted to protect me, and now it was my turn to return the favor, by loving him. By being there with him through high school. By being a friend. By being his... Boyfriend....