Little Moments

Written and Edited by thecrazystorywriter14

A first person story, told in the mind of Nick Wilde

I think back to a dream I had the previous night: Judy and I at a podium, staring into an audience of mammals. Suddenly, as if it had been strategically planned, the spectators began chuckling. I thought it was a good joke someone had told in the audience, but my eyes dropped to my heart in horror as I saw a few pointing directly at me. I looked down at myself and discovered I wore nothing but underwear. When I woke in a cold sweat, I wondered why such a corny dream had entered my mind.

I feel my face flush as I examine myself in the mirror and straighten my tie on my blue uniform. The dream had been so strange, almost lucid. Of course I could feel the embarrassment in the dream, but the reality of the dream was that it was really quite nothing. But even so, I omit the dream from my memory and plan not to mention it to Judy. I exit my bedroom for the next countless time, smirking as I stride down the stairs, two at a time.

Judy turns to look at me. "Good morning, Nick," she says, a grin on her face.

"Rise and shine, Carrots." I greet, walking past her and into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

I had an aunt growing up. She'd always look at me in the eyes and ask me a question that I couldn't answer, so I would give her a half-baked answer. Obviously she hated my excuses and scolded me, saying that if I kept answering like that, I'd fail high school and end up on the street.

And man, was she right. I dropped out as a Junior, a week before graduating in Savannah Central High.

That's why I hated my aunt so much. So much so, I was happy hearing of her death a couple years before I met Judy.

After dropping out of high school I ended up on the street hustling popsicles to try to earn enough money to support myself. I ended up becoming so experienced at hustling, I earned two-hundred bucks a day. I had already started around age twelve, sneaking out of the house routinely. I did as such as often as I could until twenty years after, three weeks after my thirty-second birthday.

A bunny dressed in a tight police uniform walked up to me at a corny ice cream shop. A little part of me was suddenly attracted to her, but I pushed it away quickly. When she paid for my popsicle because I said I "lost" my wallet, I was not surprised. I managed to almost get away with hustling her, and a few days later, after Bellwether was arrested, Judy convinced me to join the police academy. I told her that I couldn't because I had dropped out of high school.

Well, she helped me with that, too. I spent a year in backup school (which Judy paid for without my permission), learning and taking many exams. I made it out with a high school diploma. After that, I told her I was ready for the academy.

Training was strenuous and time-consuming. Can't tell you how many embarrassing locker room moments, humiliating parkour fails, and scoldings there were.

But Judy stood with me during the whole predicament. She became my instructor and trained me for a couple months until I just barely passed the law enforcement exam with a seventy-nine percent. I made it into law enforcement sixteen months after the Night Howler case.

And well, that's me in a nutshell.

I return to preparing my quick breakfast before we left. I look at the wall, pausing for a moment. The wall of my grandma's house , in which I had moved into when she died. It had a quite low tax rate and I was somewhat able to support it with my unspecified salary. Judy volunteered to help, and that's why we live together in the same house. She sleeps in my grandma's old bedroom and I sleep in my old room my grandma kept in shape when I came over occasionally as a kid.

Judy looks at me like a kid looks at a plate of broccoli, in which I was staring at the wall absurdly. "You love that wall more than me now?" A fresh prepared cream cheese bagel laid in her open paw.

"Of course not," I reply, my face burning. I douse my cereal in milk and walk to where Judy sat, her half-eaten cream cheese bagel in her hand . She ignores me as I sit down and take a bite of my breakfast.

We finish up and quickly scamper out the door to the police cruiser waiting outside. We arrive a few minutes later at the ZPD and enter the station. It smelled of donuts and coffee, merely because Officer Ben Clawhauser greedily binging on donuts at the front desk.

I walk past him, quickly, and Judy joins me as we enter the Bullpen.

Most of the officers call it as such, as we always meet in room A1, behind Clawhauser's desk, at 8:30 in the morning, sharp. Officers call it the Bullpen because our boss, named Chief Bogo, who always meets us there for attendance and assignments.

We enter the Bullpen and sit down at the front row, dexter on the border of the center aisle. According to Bogo, since we are "smaller proportioned compared to the larger officers," we both share a seat.

Bogo enters quickly and frowns as he examines the room, the officers calmly conversing with each other.

Bogo slams his fist on the desk in a normal rage. "Quiet," he yells. His worst pet peeve is contravening, so the conversations fall silent.

Bogo dons his reading glasses and examines the stack of papers in front of him. "We've got one item on the docket," he says, "Assignments for the day." He holds up a stack of papers. "Take one each, and work as hard as you can to get it done."

A little more explaining and he dismisses. I pick up the paper assigned to me and Judy and scan it.

Savannah central patrol.

I grin a little bit. I love that job. It's my favorite, by far. "I love this assignment," I say to her, "It reminds me of the day I hustled you." I ignore the glare she gives me.

Okay, maybe that statement wasn't completely true. I smile again, bounding off the seat like myself as a ten year old hearing of a free box of Hopps family grown blueberries. Judy immediately takes notice and smiles after we both exit the Bullpen. "Hey. What's the excitement about?"

Through the daydreaming, I say, "blueberries." She looks at me oddly and cocks an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

I shake my head back into reality. "Sorry. I meant to say that your family farm stand is up in Savannah Central today. And you know how much I love those blueberries."

Her face falls. "I forgot to tell you, my parents decided against coming here today. They called this morning, and I just forgot to mention it."

I sigh sadly and my face drops. Here we go, I thought. "Oh," I mumble in disappointment and follow her out the door.

I thought work would be fun at first. Well, until I found out about the Hopps Farm thing. And that we can only stop for a lunch break. And knowing me, I have a abnormally small bladder for a fox my size. Of course I've never told anyone, but I'm sure it became painfully obvious to Judy today and probably every other day. She declined an urgent request until lunch, when I hastily sprinted to the bathroom to relieve myself.

We also spent the afternoon with no interruptions. I found it relatively easy to stay on the job for four more hours until the same, urgent need hastily pounded at me. I was able to ignore it for a little until a little over six.

I shake the urgent feeling off as I enter our two-story house with Judy at my side. I excuse myself and walk upstairs. "I'm changing," I had told her.

As soon as I slowly descended the staircase, I looked at Judy, staring at the phone in her hand. She sat with her legs crossed, her ears pointing erect and still dressed in her patrol uniform. She looks up quickly and frowns. "Hey again, Nick. I see you went upstairs to get dressed, but you didn't even get dressed."

I chuckle, looking down at myself. "I really am beside myself today, aren't I?" I really had just been so distracted with my urgent feeling to relieve myself that I completely forgot about it.

She giggles. "Yep."

Suddenly I looked at her face, smiling. A warm feeling surrounded me, a feeling wanting to hug her and just hold her. To satisfy it, I asked:

"Do you mind if I get a hug? I can't perform at optimum performance until I get it." I hold my arms weakly out to her. I could have merely asked for a hug without an explanation and still would've gotten the same. That's the one thing that I love about her. She's probably one of the best huggers in the world.

She laughs and then smiles, practically bounding off the hardwood floor and into my chest.

I thought she would kiss me; but she dodged my face with her head and whole-heartily embraced me. I returned the embrace at the same force. This made me wonder: how good of a kisser is she?

I almost laugh at myself as quickly diminish the absurd thought. You really are crazy today, Nick.

I sit on the table, and a very familiar, urgent, craving feeling encompasses me. "I'm starving, Carrots."

She plants her hand on the counter and frowns. "You know what, I am too. I have an idea for dinner too."

"Can I help?" I ask.

"There's not too much you can do. I'll cut you some slack and let you keep up on your social media or whatever you do on your phone."

Shortly after she starts dinner, she places something - looks like cornbread - into the oven and lost track of time. Only way I knew that was because the smoke detectors harmoniously blared in my poor little fox ears.

I looked over at Judy as soon as the first alarm erupted. Her hands were in her face, and she looked like she was ready to cry. I felt really bad for her, being that she had forgot to take the food from the oven. I didn't feel any anger toward her; but yet, I felt compassion. It was like I suddenly could take any stressful situation and change it into love and compassion.

I quickly walk up to her and take her into my chest. "You're okay, Carrots." I whisper into her ear and squeeze her tightly. "You're not perfect, and I'm really darn glad that you aren't. You know how boring it would be?"

She wipes her face on my shoulder. "You're not mad?"

I almost scoff, but stop. "Of course not, Carrots. I'd succomb to your cuteness before I'd ever be mad at you."

She sighs and backs out of our embrace. "You know that we don't like tha-"

"Shhh..." I say, touching my finger to her mouth. "Judy, the only reason why I became your friend because I had a crush on you. Don't I have the right to call you cute if I have a crush on you?" I feel my face warm.

She blushes. "I didn't know you felt that way about me..." She smiles. "Alright. I'll make an exception with you, and I'll allow you to call me cute - under one exception."

"And that is?" I ask eagerly, careful not to show it too much.

"You can only call me cute around us. Nobody else."

I nod, half-listening. "Okay, sure. I'll keep it that way." In reality, I barely was able to collect what she had said. I assumed it wasn't too important.

"Well, how 'bout we get to eating whatever we have for dinner? I only ruined the cornbread."

Suspicions true, I smirk. "So that's what it was. What's the main course?"

"It's a recipe passed down though generations, called cheese-carrot cornbread. Its cheese and carrot soup kind of a thing spread onto cornbread. Fortunately, the sauce without the cornbread is cheese-carrot soup."

I nod. "Good. Hope its good."

We eat, and it was as delicious as I suspected. We talked for short time and decide on watching a movie. That leads to another whole conversation, whether to watch my personal favorite, X-Mammals, or Judy's favorite, Zitanic.

She won, of course. We settled on the couch and she started the movie. She sat beside me for a moment, then asked, "do you mind if I lay next to you?"

I agree quickly - actually being quite joyful that she had asked - and she moves in front of me, laying her head on my right arm. I smile after being sure she was looking at the screen. I then bend down to her and plant a kiss on the top of her head.

I expected her to do something about it, and she did, but not as dramatically as I expected. She simply looked up at me, stood from where she laid, kissed me on the top of my furry head, then returned to where she laid, head resting on my right arm.

I liked it. I liked her romantic comeback to me kissing her on her head, her chuckles during the comedic scenes, her light sniffs during the depressing scenes, and grabbing onto my arm slightly during the frightening scenes. Not like I minded, though. I preferred that she did that during every movie we watched.

Finally, a few minutes before the movie ended, she falls asleep on my arm. My arm ached and was numb from the right of her head, but she looked so angelic that I couldn't move my arm, for I would risk her waking up and losing her angelic slumber look.

I chose the best bet of the situation and planted a light kiss on her forehead before leaning back to fall asleep on the couch. I'd dreamed of this moment, and it finally came true.

Man, this is going to be a good relationship.

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