The next morning, Foxy drowsily felt irregular tugging at her hair. She mumbled in her sleep and swiped a hand through the air. The tugging stopped, but soon started up again. She swiped her hand through the air again, making a slightly irritated sound. The tugging stopped, and she went back to sleep. When she felt it the third time, she bolted upwards out of the chair, ready to scream at her brother for pestering her while she was asleep. Instead, Fillmore backed off from the back of her head, looking guiltily at the floor. "Sorry, man. I was just braidin' it an' pullin' all the popcorn out."
"It's all right, Fillmore. I just thought it was my brother again." She gave him an apologetic smile, which he returned before beginning to braid her hair again. Soon it was finished, and it went down to her waist. "Wow, Fillmore. Where did you learn to braid like that?"
"I taught myself, man." He replied, and she smiled.
"You did a better job then I ever could." She said warmly, and he smiled. They departed his dome for the day, and along the way to Flo's, Foxy spotted a wildflower patch. She smiled and began weaving the flowers into her hair, using the different colors. Fillmore began helping, and by the time they were done, she had a ringlet of flowers woven to look like a flower crown on top of her head. She giggled and thanked him for helping.
"Now ya look like a real flower child, man." Fillmore told her, and she agreed. They began going to Flo's again, and arrived shortly.
"You braided your hair." Lightning said, not noticing the flowers that were woven through the braid as well as on her head.
"Actually Fillmore did. I just put in some of the flowers." Foxy replied, blushing slightly. Sarge arrived, took one look at Foxy, and scowled.
"Great. Another hippie." He said darkly.
"Hey, remember a few days ago when I put you in your place? I can do it again just as easy." She threatened, scowling back. Sarge threw her a dirty look, then fell silent except for muttering darkly into his coffee.
"Excuse me, what was that? I didn't quite catch it." She asked sweetly, although her expression was anything but sweet.
"I said 'fat chance'." Sarge hissed through tightly gritted teeth.
"Well, I'm as thin as a twig, so good luck with that." She shot back, making the others laugh. Sarge uttered a growl and dove at her.
"That's it, you!" The others all gasped as she dodged him at the last second.
"Sarge!" Sarge ignored their angry shouts and charged after her, at least until she swung onto Lizzie's roof. She sat down cautiously, then looked down at him triumphantly. He sneered up at her, his engine growling his hatred of her. She stuck her tongue out at him, and made him even madder.
"You've got to come down sometime! And when you do, I'll be ready for you!" He exclaimed, almost bouncing into the air in his rage, and the others looked at one another worriedly. How would she be able to eat if Sarge would try to attack her every time she climbed down? She discovered the tree behind Lizzie's, and looked at Sarge cautiously. The tree looked dead, and looked as though it could only take one hit, then tip. She'd have to risk it. She climbed cautiously into the tree, trying not to snap any branches. She made her way silently until she had a good vantage point of Sarge pacing in front of Lizzie's. She heard Doc call to Sarge.
"Sarge, leave her be. She was perfectly happy until you charged her."
"She was purposely taunting me! You heard her the other day, and you heard her today!"
"She wasn't taunting you any more then she was taunting one of us. Now let her get down."
She heard Sarge huff a sigh, then saw him drive back into his surplus hut. 'What a whiner. That wasn't taunting.' She thought before swinging over to the sign, and climbing down. The others were expecting her to jump down from the roof, but when she climbed down from the sign, they were amazed.
"How'd you get all the way over there, man?"
"Easy. I can climb trees really well, so I just jumped into the tree, climbed over to the sign as quietly as possible, then climbed down it."
"Sorry about him."
"I've dealt with worse on a daily basis. Besides, it's fun 'taunting him'. He thinks that was taunting? Then he doesn't even know me at all." The others laughed as she sat back down with her back leaning against Fillmore, her flower braid hanging over her shoulder.
"You should be more careful next time because of your ribs."
"Okay, dad." She replied sarcastically, then laughed to show Doc that she was teasing.
"Speakin' of your folks, ain't they worried about ya, man?" Ramone looked her way curiously.
"My mom probably is. My dad... well, my dad's gone." The others all wore expressions of pity as they understood what she was saying.
"Sorry 'bout that, man." "Don't be sorry, Fillmore. It happened years ago. He's probably happier now." She offered him a smile, which he returned sadly. "He was a great guy. Max is his Corvette, or, at least he was... until he came here."
"How did you guys get here, anyways?" Lightning asked, and the others turned to her.
"It's kind of a long story."
"We've got time, honey." Flo replied, pushing a coffee towards her.
"Thanks, Flo, and okay. This is over on the east coast of my world, so it's three hours later there. Anyway, it was about five in the afternoon, I was watching the clouds roll by, like I usually do. My mom was home from work, my brother was off doing who-knows-what, and I sat up when it got dark about three hours later, at eight. I walked across my driveway, and opened the garage door that wasn't already open, which is the side that my dad kept Max. He kept him behind a cardboard kind of 'fence', so we couldn't touch him when we were little. I moved the cardboard aside, and remembered how my mom said that she wanted to sell Max, and I couldn't bear to hear that. It broke my heart, because my dad loved Max, and I had almost nothing else to remember him by." She took a sip of her coffee, and the others all watched her sadly.
"Then what?" Lightning asked.
"Then I stood there and looked at him for a few minutes, went to go fold the blanket I had been lying on, put it back, and looked into the night sky. I saw a star shoot across the sky, and since there was nobody around, I said my wish aloud. I know, silly right? But I must have said something, like the 'magic word' or something, because the next thing I knew, there was this thick blue haze around me, I couldn't see, then a few minutes later, I was where Fillmore found me." She finished up her story, then took another drink from her coffee.
"And yet, coming from a world where cars aren't alive, you seem to have blended in very well."Doc commented, and Foxy nodded.
"That's because I'm already halfway crazy with some of the stuff I do at home, so no big deal really." She replied, laughing.
"Like what?"
Foxy held her dog collar up. "Not too many people wear one of these back home. I'm constantly getting asked, 'Why do you have a dog collar on?' It's getting old really. Then I always explain how it's part of the club I'm in."
"What club is that?" Sheriff asked.
Foxy face-palmed herself lightly, covering her eyes."Oh, brother." She sighed, then replied, "That's the other question I get a lot. Anime club. It's Japanese animation. You know, like Japanese cartoons?"
"Sounds tough to draw."
"Yeah, especially since I can't draw to save my life. My artworks usually are made up of stick people." She laughed.
"If you don't draw, then what do you do?"
"Oh, we watch Animes, they're-"
"Japanese cartoons. We've got that."
"Okay, just making sure, because some people have no clue what it is, even after I tell them. Then there's Manga, which are kind of Japanese comic books, only you read them from right to left, not left to right."
"That's weird."
"Yeah, but it's kind of nice. I read regular books all the time, and I like a change."
"Have you ever read one of those 'manga' books-"
"-Backwards? I sure have. I didn't understand the story at all until I realized that it was supposed to go the other way." She laughed. "Then there are what's called 'Furries'. That's me. What a Furry is, pretty much is an anthromorphic animal, mostly dogs, cats, wolves, or in my case-"
"A fox." Lightning said.
"Right. So we wear collars to show the world that we're Furries! Some people even clip tails to their jeans and ears in their hair, or wear a hat with ears on it, or a headband, to try to show people what they're supposed to look like in Furryland." She smiled.
"Why ain't you got any tail, or ears, dude?" DJ asked.
"I never had enough money to buy some. It's all right. They'd probably get in the way, anyhow." Thunder snorted in disgust, and Foxy laughed. "Sorry Thunder. I meant they would get in MY way if I wore them. Besides, I have a flower crown. I'm amazing!" She exclaimed triumphantly, making the others laugh.
"Flower power, man." Fillmore replied, and Foxy giggled.
"Thanks, Fillmore. So that's how I got here. Any more questions?"
"That was a question." Lightning pointed out, grinning devilishly.
"You jerk. You know what I meant."
"All right, I've got one. Do you like racing?"
"Sure. Jeff Gordon's my favorite driver."
"Who?" "Jeff Gordon. You know, number 24?"
"Never heard of him."
"Here." Foxy pulled out her wallet and produced a Jeff Gordon trading card. She showed it to Lightning. "This is Jeff Gordon."
"Eh, I've seen better drivers."
"He's my favorite." She said, smiling happily. She carefully tucked the card back into her wallet, and stuck her wallet in her back jeans pocket. She sat back down at Fillmore's side and continued drinking her coffee.
Very 'boring' in my opinion, I just wanted to explain my story a little more. This is the basis of who I am. The Japanese stuff, her father being dead, everything. It's all taken from my life. And Jeff Gordon is my favorite NASCAR driver, although I like Lewis Hamilton in Formula one (He's so cute with the gap in his teeth! *SQUEE*). If you have any questions about anything, feel free to PM me. I'd be more then happy to explain some more what a furry is. :) Check ya later, Liz
