Chapter 1
James POV
I threw myself down onto the leather couch in my tour bus completely exhausted. I was completely drained from the long day that I had just endured and it wasn't even over yet. Every part of my body tingled with the first signs of pain. I had been rehearsing for that night's concert all day and I was finally alloted an hour break. Fox came around the corner right then. That caused a smile to appear on my face.
"Hi there Fox. How are you doing?" I asked.
Fox replyed by jumping up onto the couch to snuggle against my abdomen. I wrapped one of my arms around Fox to hug him close and ran one of my hands through his soft black and white fur.
"Fox, you are always a source of comfort for me after a long day. I'm so glad that you're my dog."
Fox nuzzled me with his wet nose and laid his head down, perfectly content. I continued to watch Fox until he fell asleep. Once he was asleep, I continued to stroke Fox's fur and studied Fox with a new found fondness.
"It's days like these Fox where I wish I could be you. You have the good life. All you have to do is be a dog. It's gotta be a hundred times easier than being me."
Fox POV
I knew James was exhausted, but I had never seen him coming into the bus this tired. I watched as he threw himself down onto the couch and closed his eyes. I knew that he needed some form of comfort. I understood how tiring this job must get for him. I mean, I could hear the sound of screaming every night that was generated from the crowd. It hurt my sensitive ears sometimes.
I walked over to James and a huge smile lit up his face.
"Hi there Fox. How are you doing?" asked James.
If I could talk I would have told him that I was doing great and that I was just bored out of my mind. It was boring being trapped on a tour bus all day knowing that on the other side of the metal walls was freedom. On the other side of the metal walls was fresh air and dirt; not rugs and confined spaces. Don't get me wrong. James does take me out for walks once and a while so I'm not trapped in here 24/seven (sorry bad joke, but it happens when I hear their music twent-...see I just stopped myself again). Anyway, I just meant to say that I'm not neglected and forgotten. I wanted to show that to James too. I wanted to show him that I didn't forget him and I understood what he was going through.
I jumped up onto the couch and nestled against James. He was the father figure in my life. He was someone that I idolized. I always marveled at how many things he has accomplished in his life.
James was running his hand through my fur and that was making me extremely sleepy. This was the best any dog could feel.
"Fox, you are always a source of comfort for me after a long day. I'm so glad that you're my dog."
For that comment, I nuzzled him with my nose before lying my head down. I wish I could tell James that he was the best owner ever.
My eyelids started to become heavier and soon I was asleep. James still stroking me. Before I surrendered completely to sleep, I heard James say something that puzzled me.
"It's days like these Fox where I wish I could be you. You have the good life. All you have to do is be a dog. It's gotta be a hundred times easier than being me."
I doubted that. It couldn't be that hard being a teen idol. If I had the chance to I'd change places with him in a heart beat.