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The long walk to my humble abode--or as my parents called it--with Kevin didn't take as long as I'd expect it; Kevin and I walked down my almost-desolate street for only about twenty minuets. We had already chewed over on how the weather's been, our cubhoods--how've they'd been when we weren't together--, our plans for the future, and if we were doing anything this weekend so we could have our first date. It seemed that I had nothing to do over the weekend, and Kevin had nothing to do, so that meant that we could do something together, but that was another compromise for another time.

It had gotten significantly cooler since this morning; now I didn't need to stand completely still to break out in a sweat. The sun still stood in its ever-changing spot in the sky; sometimes a few stray clouds in the almost clear sky would briefly block it out. The sky was a deep blue shade today; just everything was perfect today: last day of school, a new mate, perfect weather...what else could make this day better for me today? I kept my head steady on Kevin's flawless chest, right between his nicely formed pecks. I could feel his heartbeat accelerate again--he still wasn't as used to this new "mate" thing as I was, so his sudden outbreaks of nervousness were understandable. Even though if the husky's heartbeat accelerated, his breathing stayed as even as it ever was. Sometimes it would make my mind stir--how Kevin always kept his breathing so even...so faultless.

I giggled a bit, looking down my street; my house would show up soon. All the houses in my neighborhood looked nearly the same--just like my school. My family had recently relocated into a new neighborhood for my dad's job, so most of the houses looked alike--my father was a priest, so when our old church closed, he had to transfer churches to preach at. All of the houses were all an almost white color, and normally had gray or black shingles atop their low roofs; their small, square yards all looking identical, yet again mechanical like my school. It seemed to me that everything around me was the same, the school and my neighborhood being almost identical; my friends were almost all alike--except Tyrone, and Kevin of course. Most of my other friends--if I called them that anyway--would either be too boring to do anything, or they would be out all of the time, but would be in parts unknown. Despite the fact that I only had two friends--well one, counting Kevin as my mate--to hang out with this summer, I was happy; everything was going my way now.

Kevin wrapped his arm around my shoulders; his right paw rubbing the underside of my chin. I murred quietly, giving Kevin's paw a loving lick as it passed my lips; he pulled me in close, hugging me again.

"I love you," the husky murmured, kissing the top of my head. I smiled, happiness overwhelming me; now, a tear slid out of my eye. It was a tear of pure joy, and nothing else.

"I love you too, Kevin," I mused, standing upright now, just holding Kevin's paw. "We should be at my place soon," Kevin smiled again and whipped the tear off of my cheek.

"Good...good, maybe I would just have to kick your ass in Halo then," The husky laughed a bit. I knew that I could completely own Kevin at Halo; I had remained undefeated in that game for the past three years--ever since I got my Xbox 360. If someone saw me play Halo, they might think that I was a big-time gamer, but ironically, that was untrue. I had never been a gamer in my life; well, yeah, I loved video games, but I never played more than what I had on my Xbox.

A sly smile crept across my face. "Ohhhhh, you wish...I could kick your ass soooo hard." I taunted, shoving Kevin a bit with my free paw. Kevin giggled a bit too, shoving me back.

Now, I could see my house; it was a block or two away. Almost instantly, I released Kevin's paw from mine--my father was very prejudiced against homosexuals, and I wasn't sure if I wanted anyone to know about the relationship that Kevin and I had. If my father would find out about Kevin and I being mates, all hell would break loose. My father would spiral into an anti-gay speech; he would say: that I would suffer eternal damnation, that homosexuality was an abomination to god, and various things of that nature. Then, he would isolate me inside my room for what would seem like an eternity. Otherwise, my father would know that punishment as the "hellish abyss treatment"; he would call it this because he would throw me into a hellish abyss of punishments until all the gay was out of me.

Trying to forget the bad mental pictures of my father's punishment, I looked to my left at one of the houses that no one had moved into yet. My eyes widened in joy at what I saw; a moving truck and a navy blue van sat in the driveway of the house. Several very muscular stallions were carrying furniture from inside the truck into the house, and a family of Dalmatians was walking around the yard. I could see a female--probably the mother--sitting in the grass, holding a young puppy, nuzzling it lovingly. The mother wore a faded yellow tang top and a pair of shorter denim shorts; the puppy was wrapped in a white blanket, which made me wonder why it was. Another Dalmatian, a male, sat down next to the female--most likely the father. The male wore a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a red polo; he must have wanted to look nice for his first day in his new home. The father kissed his wife passionately as he sat down next to her, also greeting their young pup with a nuzzle on its neck. The sight made my heart feel light; it was about time some other families decided to move into this new development that I lived in.

Kevin stopped behind me, his arm rested on my right shoulder. "What's up Kyle? You stopped," he asked.

I turned to face the husky, a smile on my face; I was truly ecstatic about the new Dalmatian family that moved into this neighborhood. "New neighbors," I replied happily.

"Awww, that's good, just about time somebody moved here," he mused, looking over my shoulder. Kevin smiled again; then I felt a tapping on my shoulder, somehow, I didn't yip in surprise--whenever someone ever approached me from behind, I would yelp when they addressed me.

I spun back to face the house to find two more members of the Dalmatian family standing before me. The two pooches looked much younger than the two adults that I had previously seen, but were both probably my age. Both of them looked exactly alike, twins; they both looked like they were about six feet tall--only a couple inches taller than myself--and were pretty thin, but not too thin. Their eyes were the same shade of brown, a light coco brown. The only difference that I could see between the two was that they were wearing different clothes, and that the canine on my right looked joyful, happy, and the other canine looked like he didn't want to be here right now. The stern look on his face was just expressionless; it looked like if his face would be stuck in that grimace for the rest of his life.

The happier looking dog wore a light blue shirt that had the "DC" logo on it and a pair of baggy jeans that a few holes in them; they looked a lot like Tyrone's, but didn't have all the writing on them. The less-enthusiastic pooch wore a black and white checkered zipper-down sweatshirt that was open halfway, exposing his pecks and the top half of his washer board stomach. His hood was pulled over his head, slightly hiding his face. The pooch wore long denim shorts like mine, "kaprees", except his were a bit darker than mine.

Before I could say anything, the canine that stood to my right stuck his paw out to shake mine. "The name's Shane, and that's Cody," he announced. I grinned and shook the dog's paw warmly.

"Nice to meet you Shane," I mused, "My name's Kyle, and this is my boyfriend, Kevin."

Pleasure," I heard Kevin say from behind me; suddenly one of Kevin's delicate paws reached over my shoulder and shook Shane's paw.

Shane smiled back at me; Cody grimaced and walked away, not even introducing himself. "He's shy, not good with meeting new people," Shane said, making a subtle gesture toward his brother, who now had already stormed into the house, almost knocking one of the stallions over as he passed through the doorway.

"So where'd you guys move from?" I asked, looking back over to Shane.

The Dalmatian grinned back at me and said, "We moved in from the city, my dad's got a new job at the school. He's going to be a teacher and probably the football coach."

"You serious?" Kevin sputtered from behind. "He's going to be the football coach?"

Shane nodded in approval. "Yup, he's going to be the football coach."

"Aw sweet!" Kevin mused, "This season's going to be great, we'll actually have a coach!"

"Do you play?" Shane asked.

"No, but our friend, Tyrone does. Oh my god, he's going to be psyched! We haven't had a coach in like three years, this is going to be so great!" Kevin started to tremble slightly--I could feel it from his paw resting on my shoulder. The husky was obviously overly excited about the new football coach that our school was going to have this season.

I giggled a bit and said "Well, we better go before Kevin here has a stroke." Kevin continued to quiver behind me as I waved goodbye to Shane. Shane smiled and waved back to me as I walked away back toward my house--which was just across the street.