Okay, so I ship both Grizzly, and Polar Bear! So, I made them into this humany-like, so their features are human-like! (Duh?) I want to continue writing this one, so please enjoy! I do not own anything.
(Yes, I am shouting with this!)
Polar bear pulled his blue scarf over his large shoulders, he sighed as he walked over to a sign, flipping it to a ' Sorry, we're closed!' Letting out a large sigh, when he saw the young boy still drinking his famous cappuccino. " Panda-kun, it's closing time." The boy seemed to be obsessed with pandas, his hair was as white as snow much like his own, he wore fluffy round black ears, it rounded off on his pale face.
" Polar bear, I don't wanna go home! Mama's gonna vacuum me up, she's mad about me spending all my time here!" He let tears run down his rosy cheeks.
" It's okay, Panda! At least you have someone, right Polar Bear?" The nicely dressed man cried, loosening his tight tie a bit.
" Penguin-san, I think you should head home too?" The tall white haired man said, a gentle smile in place.
" Why!... No one loves me.. no one!…..." He lowered his head, "Hey! Polar Bear, are you single?" He asked the man, drying the pale mugs with a rag.
" Penguin-san, you still haven't tried asking Penko-san out? You can still find someone, okay?" Polar Bear said, taking up another mug. The nicely dressed man stood clutching the chief uniform, his white outfit now wrinkled. " Ugh... I just had this dry cleaned!" Polar Bear thought through his smile.
" So, you are going out with someone?" He smirked, Polar Bear flinched at the smell of alcohol.
" Where did you get the alcohol?" The man asked, pushing back from the smell.
" See Panda, he does have someone who he's going out with!" The young man released Polar Bear, who happily brushed the smell away.
" Ahh… Polar Bear you do?" The boy asked; looking up at Polar Bear, he swung his small legs.
" That's not important, right now." He said, brushing the hint of rose colored cheeks away.
" Really, then what is~?" Penguin sang.
" You, have work tomorrow." Polar Bear grinned, Penguin stood, and dashed out of the cafe.
"And panda, You have work too..." Polar Bear said, continuing to dry his mugs.
" I know!" He sang, still sipping.
"Plus your mother called-" Before he could continue, Panda was already gone. " Oh? Faster than usual." He thought, Polar Bear walked over to the door, attempting to close it. He searched his pockets, hoping for it to turn up, with no luck. " I left it there, huh?" He thought letting out a large sigh. " Now, I have to call that guy?" He let out a larger sigh, walking over to the phone, he dialed slowly.
" Yeah, it's me." The voice growled.
" I left my keys there, could I go pick them up?" His voice seemed drifted.
" Wait, don't- Ugh.. Ugh, Wait Polar Bear?!" Polar Bear heard shuffling, he could hear a click of a door, " Okay, you left what?" He asked, slowly sitting on a stool.
" My keys. May I pick them up?" Polar Bear asked, losing his patience.
" Why don't I just drop them off…. I mean you can't just leave, right?" The man scratched his head.
" No, you're working….I can just walk by, and pick them up, okay?" Polar Bear said.
" Okay, Polar Bear…. But it's lady night? I wouldn't recommend you come?" He winced as he spoke.
" I'll deal with it, okay Grizzly?" Polar Bear stated.
" I know, but.." Polar Bear twitched.
" I'll be there." He hung up, throwing the phone on the counter. Polar Bear was infuriated at this point, he could hardly stand still. He was usually the most composed in a room, but now he trembled with anger. He was angered at his best friend; for only a few nights before, he had finally worked up the courage to tell him his feelings, but he had no response. Grizzly just held him, he held him while they slept together, but when Polar Bear awoke the next morning he was gone. Polar Bear was angered to the point of just leaving. "I must have left them on his counter!" He thought, walking over to the jacket hanger. He pulled on his coat, pulling his lovely blue scarf around his pale mouth. He took a hat, flattening his equally pale hair, he walked out closing the door behind him. The harsh wind cut his face, making him squint, yet he continued. Knowing the bar was not that far from where he stood, he ventured on. " I hope he's still working!" Polar Bear thought. The winds seemed to flare up with his words, he just shrugged it off, and pulled through. He could finally see the bar, it lights were eliminating the road ahead of him. When he finally reached the door, he could see women pouring from the bar, some dancing, some clinging to each other. He cocked his head through the door, seeing that Grizzly was in his usual spot, he tip toed to the back of the building. He slowly reached the door, looking around he found what he was looking for. The rock tipped over as he kicked it, he pulled the silver key up. Smiling he swiftly walked back to the door, he struggled to open the door with only the cracks of dim light's from the the sides of the bar. Polar Bear managed to insert the key in it's hole, turning the key he smirked. "Finally!" Polar Bear proclaimed, he turned the knob to see Grizzly's living room, it was rather large, and spacious, with a hint of cabin style. The room looked well kept because Polar Bear, had made it his job to keep it that way. He quickly let himself in, gently closing the door behind him. He walked around the room knowing it all to well, he made his way to the bedroom. Opening the door he slid in, turning the switch on the room lit up, a fur covered room showed. " He really does like hunting, doesn't he?" He shook his head, panicking a little, he looked for the counter. It was next to the bed, pulling on his scarf; he swiftly kept his way to the drawer. Smiling he took up his keys, " I can drive, now!" He thought, taking up his keys, he stashed it in his pockets. Sliding the drawer, he looked around the room, a smile came to his lips. Walking back to the door, he was about to turning off the lights, when a glare caught his attention. He walked over to the wardrobe, taking up a picture frame. The picture had a young, well dressed Polar Bear, with a well bruised Grizzly, playing with the emotionless boys white fluffy ears from behind. " Ugh?... Why is everything, so complicated? Bastard!" He shook his head, pulling the photo to his chest. A clank sent a jump through him, he ran to the back, practically throwing himself in the bathroom. He knew there was a window that he could fit through, remembering he locked the door. Gently tugged the window open, but he couldn't temp himself to jump out, yet, he looked at the photo still in his hand. Knowing that it must have been Grizzly, coming in to get more drinks, he gently opened the door, letting a slight sliver of light in the room. What he saw was something that he wouldn't have ever expected; a young blond woman was sitting on his best friends lap. Their lips lock into each others, Grizzly was pulling her closer than humanly possible, licking her face; she giggled. Polar Bear began to tremble, he knew that this would occur, yet he felt completely betrayed. Tears building up, they begged to be let down his pale face, he felt sick to his stomach, slowly shut the door. Polar Bear knew he would have to leave, he left the door, jumping out of the window. He shut it closed from the outside, and he began to make his way back to his cafe. The wind blow to his face, freezing his tears, he gently pressed his coats sleeve to his cheeks, wiping away the icy droplets. He pulled his scarf to his eyes, blurring his vision, yet he still maintained his balance. As he made it to the cafe, Polar Bear throw his hat to the floor, letting his coat fall with it. He still held the picture, staring at it sickened him deeper; he walked to the back of the cafe, throwing it to the floor, allowing the glass to sever into millions of pieces. Cursing, he swooped down, kneeling he cried into his upper leg, " I know? I knew... but why?!" He screeched, kicking the frame farther from him. Polar Bear staggered up, standing he looked down, reaching for the broken frame; he gashed his hand open, sobbing he let the frame fall with a thump. The crimson red blood fell, it trickled to the young bears snowy colored hair, as he pulled the strand, clutching his fist he let his blood stain the picture. He took the frame, throwing it into the trash, he lifted his sleeve, wiping his salt filled eyes. The man walked back into his cafe, turning the lights off; he slowly hiked his way to the front, making sure to lock his cafe. He huffed a sigh, pulling his scarf tighter around his head, he slowly made his way down to his home.
So what do you think? 'Wink,wink' Okay, tell me what you think.. I really want to know! -avv90