The Buck Next Door: Chapeter 1: The New Neighbor
Steve walked down the sidewalk, the dead leaves churching under his hoofs. As he walked, the autumn wind gently whipped his loose-fitting plaid shirt , causing his tan chest fur to dance lightly in the wind .He was almost to his mailbox when he saw the moving van next door. "Huh. I must have a new neighbor." Steve said to himself. "Perhaps I should go say hello."
Steve walked up the path to the house and shuffled past the brown, cardboard boxes that where scattered about on the front porch. He quietly knocked on the door three times. There was no answer. Just as Steve was leaving, he heard a deep, rugged voice from inside the house yell. "It's open! Come on in."
Steve opened the door and walked into the crowded, box-filled living room. He stood there for a few seconds, looking at his surroundings. One of the boxes had a piece of paper on the side of it that read "High School Trophies". He was still looking around when he heard a voice from behind him say "Hello! How are you?"
Steve turned around and saw that the owner of the voice was a large, tan -colored buck. He was about a foot taller than Steve, and had bigger, darker antlers than what Steve had. He wore a green muscle shirt that showed off his rippling muscles. He also wore a pair of short, cut off blue jeans that showed off his muscular legs. The large bucked smiled at Steve.
"My name is Greg.", the large buck said. "You're my next door neighbor aren't you?"
" Y..Yes. M..My name is Steve." Steve said with a quiver in his voice.
"Nice to meet you, Steve.", Greg said with a smile on his face. "Have you lived here long?"
"Only about a year." Answered Steve.
"That's cool." Greg replied. "How do you like it here?"
"It's ok. It can be a bit boring at times. There's really not a lot to do around here."Steve answered.
"Aren't there any bars that you can go to?" Greg asked.
"Well, there are a few bars in town, but I don't drink." Steve replied.
"Oh , I see." Said Greg.
"Well maybe we could hang out sometime. If you're up to it, that is."
"R..really?" Steve asked. No one had ever asked to hang out with him.
"Sure. How about tomorrow night? You could show me around the town." Greg said.
"O..okay..." Steve said shyly.
"Wondeful! I'll meet you at your house at 8 o'clock." Greg said. See you then.
"O..ok." Steve replied, his face turning a bright red.
Steve nervously said goodbye to his new neighbor .Then he left the house and quickly ran over to house. As he closed the door, he began to worry. He had realized he was blushing during the whole conversation with his new neighbor and this made him feel awful.
As he went to bed, he worries still haunted him. He lay there awake for a good while thinking about how he was going to get through tomorrow evening without blowing his cover. Or had it already been blown. Did Greg know Steve's secret? Did he know that that Steve was gay?