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Hey guys it took me a while but i finally got to writing chapter 5 of the series. Im thinking there will only be 1 or 2 more chapters to this series. The reason i began writing this story was to express the feeling for a relationship i have and because one of my friends kinda pushed me to write something after he published a story to Sofurry. I hope you guys like this new chapter I really tryed my best. So without further ado......

Chapter 5 of: Not your Average School Year

It was one in the morning before Jamey and Scott had realized how much time had elapsed. The sky pitch black and the streets empty without a soul to occupy them. They were dumbfounded at the time, it was as if only seconds passed when in reality it was hours. When the fox and wolf were together time felt like it sped up. they didn't want to be any where but in each others arms, basking in one another's warm, loving embrace. They couldn't stand being apart from each other for even a second. There lives felt complete when they were with each other. They were the missing links to each others lives.

"I think we should get going" said the wolf gasping for air

"I-I think we should" said the fox checking his phone noticing he had 10 messages from his mom

*Jamey's Mom: where the hell are you? do you know what time it is??*

"Shit my mom is gonna hand it to me" said Jamey showing Scott all the messages

"Damn, Yeah let's go now, You don't want it to be any worse then it already is"

After that they left the park. Jamey was unsure of what was going to happen when he got home but already had an idea and he knew it was going to be a long night.

It was a brief ride home, Jamey and Scott quiet in their own little worlds, thinking about the days events and what was going to happen now that it got to them. Jamey knew it was worth being grounded or whatever was going to happen as long as he got to be with the wolf. Jamey tightly grasped the memory of what happened; That was Jamey's happy place. Whenever he would feel bad he would remember being in the wolfs embrace, looking into his deep blue eyes and knowing everything was going to be alright. Feeling the warmth of the Wolfs body. Having those big arms holding him, protecting him, loving him.

When Scott pulled up he noticed the lights which was rather unusual.

"I'll call you tomorrow" said Scott

"Alright, I can't wait to see you again" said Jamey leaning in to kiss the wolf and feeling his soft lips touching his. Jamey knew he could never get enough from kissing the beautiful wolf.

When Jamey got out he stood on the curb, watching Scott's car turn the corner, already missing the wolf. Jamey didn't want to go inside because he knew he'd be getting hell from his mother. He couldn't tell his mother what he was doing. He knew he'd have to make up something to save his fur.

The fox walked up to the door slowly, taking his time knowing that what was coming was inevitable. He felt like there was concrete on his feet, slowly drying, slowly stopping him from walking into his home. Once he reached the door he just stared at it. Noticing every little crack, paint chip, dent on it. He reached for the door knob and slowly opened the door, creaking loudly as he walked into his home. When he closed the door he turned around and noticed everything was dark and his mother was no where to be seen. Jamey expected her to be there waiting on him but she was mysteriously missing. Jamey didn't want to miss the chance and catch her awake. He scampered off to his room locking it quickly. He knew tomorrow was going to be the day of all reckoning.

At the crack of dawn Jamey woke up feeling lethargic. He slept pass his usual wake up time; Something that only happens once in a blue moon. Jamey was extremely exhausted from the events that took place last night, but it was the most natural thing he had ever done in his life. He was glad how things turned out with the hunky wolf but not how they were going to turn out with his mother. Jamey got out of bed and walked to the bathroom taking all the time he needed; Stalling from the inevitable confrontation with his mother. He made sure he brushed every tooth, washed every part of his body thoroughly, and dried every single strand of fur on him. He was as clean as a whistle when he stepped out of the steaming bathroom looking like cute as ever.

It was now time for what he was dreading the whole time. He slowly walked down the hallway looking at all his pictures from when he was a kit in the process; Remembering all the events that took place in those pictures. His first time at school looking like he was going to cry right when him mom left, his first winning soccer game when he was 9 looking tremendously proud of himself, and his fifth grade graduation smiling with all his friends looking very sharp in his navy blue cap and gown.

When he finally reached the end of the hall way he stuck his muzzle into the kitchen looking to see where his mother might be. She was there sitting in the breakfast nook sipping her coffee and basking in the sunlight, seemingly calm. Jamey wanted to take a mental picture of this moment knowing that its not going to last. Still watching his mother he walked past the kitchen and entered the breakfast nook and sat across from her; ears down, eyes staring at the floor. A minute later he knew he couldn't stay like that and began to look up to his mother. She was still basking in the sun and drinking her coffee ignoring Jamey's presence. Jamey didn't know what to do. He sucked in his breath and fought out at least a word. Something so his mother could at least acknowledge him.

"G-Goodmorning" Jamey said nervously, almost pissing himself

She just stayed how she was, staring at the window watching the birds fly by. Enjoying their grace and freedom, their beauty. Jamey didn't know if he should leave or stay. The suspense in the situation was killing him. It was a very foreign situation he never wanted to be in. She began to sip at her coffee again and slammed the mug down on the table with a loud thud that would make anyone want to run. She looked at Jamey, eyes focused on him. If she could've shot lasers out of her eyes at him she would've. Jamey had never seen his mother this angry, even when he accidentally through a baseball through the windshield of her car when he was seven.

"Where the hell were you last night" she said cold as ice

"I was out with a friend and we lost track of time"

"Then what were you doing with this "friend"? "

"We were playing video games at his house"

"Oh you were? Then why didn't you call me? At least tell me where your were?"

"I forgot"

"Oh! So you forgot that makes everything so much better" she said a slight growl forming "You know the rules and you know I give you as much freedom as you want. But when you slip up like this it makes me not want to trust you"

Jamey's ears were firmly planted on his head. There was no way he could even bring them back up.

A minute passed she just kept staring at Jamey. Seemingly trying to get into his head, trying to intimidate the young fur.

"Next time you better tell me where you were or it will not look good for you" she said leaving right after. Not looking at Jamey anymore swiftly walking to her room. She didn't even want to look at him. She was extremely furious. She knew it was just one slip up but she knew she raised her pup much better than that.

Jamey stayed in the breakfast nook breathing in a sigh of relief. He was overwhelmed with joy that nothing happened. He wouldn't have to miss seeing his beautiful wolf for one moment.

When Jamey got up to get some coffee he heard a loud thud spread through the whole home. Jamey didn't know what happened and instinctively ran to his mothers room. He knew she probably just dropped something, but in the back of his mind he knew that the loud thud came from something more than a falling lamp or picture frame.

Cautiously he swung open her bedroom door. He didn't want to believe what he saw. A distant memory of his father came to light. He had seen this sight before and didn't want to relive the effects of it. It was a replay of the day his father passed away and he didn't want to relive that, never.