NOTE: I am a writer who supports Black Lives Matter, LGBTQIA2+ rights, Trans Rights, and Liberal Feminism. If you don't like any of that, don't read my stories. Thank you.

Judy now has to wait longer, unfortunately. But, what does that mean for the pair? Will Nick agree to expand the FWB agreement? Or, is he pretty much out of it now? And, what happens when Judy and Nick once again hit resistance, this time from a different place. . .

Zootopia is disney's, blah blah blah.

Even Buns need support sometimes

The little shop could barely be called much more than a kiosk attached to a textbook store. But how else was the college going to push their annoying, expensive, self-branded merchandise? Unsurprisingly, the College took advantage of the thousands of students that passed through here for textbooks to push their own stuff.

Nick had to stifle a snort every time he came across yet another attempt by the college to take even more money from him. Because tuition is never enough for them, is it?

Watanobbi College coffee cups, shirts, pants, bags, pens, notebooks, traveller's mugs, and even headphone sets; all branded with Watanobbi or the like with the additional X amount of dollars that they tacked on.

And, of course, the 'iconic' hoodies that no college or university in the land would be without. When it came to most college students, offering those hoodies was like selling popsicles to lemmings; once you get one, you get them all.

Still. They were nice hoodies. And, after all, Watanobbi did go to the extent of having course names also sewn on, that was also cool. Nick and Judy had come in earlier when they were picking up some optional textbooks, and both agreed that having a criminal justice hoodie would be neat.

Of course, the mammals who ordered the hoodies never expected to have such small animals in their program. The only sizes they had that were 'close' were a wolf's small, and that certainly was not going to cut it for Nick, let alone Judy. Let alone the price difference compared to the right size was staggering.

With no other option, they had to order theirs in. And, in true Kiosk style, their assumed finish time was 'we'll call you'. Now almost two months into the semester, they finally called.

Now if only the person who received the order had decided to tell their student hires where they'd put the box. It had been ten minutes of them wandering around the backroom looking for it, and Nick was getting bored. So bored that he began considering buying some of the useless crap. He shuddered at the thought.

Bzz-Bzz

He pulled his phone out, relieved for the distraction. A soft grin appeared when he saw the name flash across the screen. After their last class in the morning, they had a few hours before their Communications class. Instead of spending it wandering, though, Judy had made an appointment to find out what was going on with her doctor, and he'd mostly just wandered around the library before he remembered that he needed to pick up the sweaters.

To be honest, he thought that she'd have been back by now. How long did it take to get a prescription? Their break was almost over at this point, and no word from her.

It was somewhat unfortunate that their 'thing' was coming to an end, he had been having a lot of fun. But it was destined to end from the beginning, and Nick had accepted that before it started.

At least now Judy had gotten answers, and hopefully pills from her doctor. Nick regretted nothing. He unlocked his phone, clicking on the message alert with certain expectations. Instead, his eyebrows slowly lifted as he read on.

J: Okay, so bad news. Still no pills. The doc is now saying a month. Which is all kinds of ridiculous but arguing is not going to do much good. So, basically, I'm screwed for a month. I know this is, again, wildly past what we originally agreed to. But, if you are willing, I would like to extend this FWB thing for another month.

Nick frowned. After all that time, the doctor didn't think to call her and let her know? Just left her hanging, knowing nothing about what was going on? And why in the hell did it take so long just to tell her that she didn't have the pills? It was disappointing, and he was starting to wonder how reliable that doctor really was.

Frankly, wouldn't it be easier for her parents to buy some in Bunnyburrow and get them sent here somehow? He'd brought that idea up before, but she said her parents wouldn't send it since they were the ones who hid her first one in the first place. As much as the thing was 'fun', he still felt bad.

That was never his intention, of course, and he'd voiced his concerns a few times. Every time, she brushed it off, telling him that she wasn't incapable of making her own decisions and that she made a conscious and willing decision to use him as a relief valve. She always had a way of making him laugh. . .

Nick grinned as he reread the message and began to type a cunning response. She would be so-

Bzz-Bzz

His phone vibrated mid-thought, and mid-text, causing a frown as he read the new message.

J: Don't make a joke about that 'I'm screwed' comment, or you're off the menu.

She liked acting like she didn't want to hear dirty jokes, yet she always made them whenever she could. Nick was starting to feel she just didn't like others stealing her bits.

N: Fair enough, no joke. We can extend the FWB if that is what you want. But only if that is what you want, I am okay if you just want to end it. No feeling hurt, and I don't want you to feel like I'll be mad if you wanna stop.

J: It's the most appealing option, so yeah, I will take that. Willingly. Remember I am fully and willingly consenting to this, Nick. Don't worry about that.

N: Okay, sorry. I must make sure, you know.

J: I know, and it was cute and nice the first fifty times. The next time, you're going to get punished. Somehow.

N: Well, I hope it's exciting punishment.

J: Jerk. Where are you?

N: I'm still at the Wabbakiosk, waiting for them to find our hoodies. They're having a lot of trouble for being the ones who called us.

J: Ha, sounds about right. Class starts in thirty minutes, so they'd better hurry up. If you want, I'll grab your bag from our locker and meet you at the store?

N: Yeah thanks. I'll see you here.

The college assigned lockers based upon where a student's classes were and the Justice Wing's lockers were primarily for larger animals. Because of that, the locker that Judy got was a wolf's locker, and it was way oversized for what she needed. It was practically a broom closet to them. So, they shared it, for practicality's sake.

J: K. Be there in 10.

With that, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and resumed perusing the shelves. Naturally, there was a lot of stationery there, and he began wondering if he wanted to buy some pens or something. Maybe a few highlighters. The number of times that Dave specifically pointed at the board and said 'you might want to remember this' was extremely high, and so far, he'd just been putting large stars in the corner of his notes.

But just then, he picked up the sound of paws padding up behind him His ears flicked back, and he turned to face the approaching mammal.

Behind him, holding a bag in one hand was a female arctic fox, wearing an apron. Probably an employee? Or, perhaps someone randomly wearing an apron, what did he know. Either way, looking down at her face, Nick couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere.

"Hello!" She said cheerily. It wasn't the same employee he'd talked to about the sweaters, but maybe she was the one who knew where they were. But then, how did he know her? And then, his eyes finally caught her nametag, and Nick suddenly remembered where he recognized her from.

"Oh, hello Nukia! Long-time no see. . . You work here?" He sputtered out, barely convincingly.

It had been about a month since that party at the start of the year, and he never did text her. . . This probably wasn't going to go that well.

"Yeah, I got the job a few weeks ago. Helps with the loans. And yeah, it has been quite a while. . . I mean, I did give you my number, right. . . ?" She trailed off, as she crossed her arms. But her face looked more upset than angry now.

Luckily, foxes were quick thinkers. "Yeah, I texted the number I put in my phone, got some rhino who was very confused. I thought you gave me a fake number or something. Or, maybe I just didn't read the note right, I'm bad at understanding handwriting sometimes."

She seemed to cheer up a little at that. "Oh. Well, didn't I give you 555-2041?"

"Oh, one? For some reason that looked like a seven to me when I put it into my phone. No wonder I couldn't reach you. . ." He acted embarrassed, scratching the back of his head. It was not the best lie he ever came up with, but on the fly, it might work.

"Well here, we can fix that now." She pulled out her phone. Crap. "Text 2041 and I'll make sure it comes through."

Big crap. It wasn't like she was not nice or anything. But getting into a relationship with the 'friends-with-benefits' thing going on was not a good idea. . .

"Okay." He said, cursing himself. This was going to get worse. Although, technically, there was no agreement to date, see each other, or even talk to each other later, right? He pulled out his phone, pretending to change the number assigned to 'Nakia' in his phone, and texted her a simple 'hi'. "There, did it go through?"

He hoped it didn't, but that was very unlikely.

Ding. "Yep! There, now you have no reason not to text me. . . I mean, I am pretty free this week."

He smiled reflexively, as a part of him died inside. "Well, I am not too sure about this week, but maybe we will be able to figure something out in a little while. I've got a lot of papers and group projects in the air now, and we are barely even halfway into the semester yet."

She shrugged, still smiling. "Then, we'll figure it out later. Oh, and here are your sweaters! . . . Who was the small one for?" She asked as she extended the bag to him.

He took it as gently as he could, trying not to betray his desire to flee. Or panic. Since Nick and Judy paid ahead of time, there was little incentive to stay here and not run. But he needed to stay calm here. "It's for my friend, she's also in my classes."

The arctic fox seemed a little surprised. "A rabbit in criminal justice, that's odd. I mean, even odder than a fox. . . . Well, maybe she'll learn some useful skills that she can apply in other jobs."

Nick wanted to snap at her, but there was a time and place for everything. And, as he saw Judy walk through the entrance, he quickly decided that this was the time to flee. "Oh, there's my friend now. I guess we'll talk later, I've got to go off to class." He said, as he smiled and abruptly turned, headed for the door.

"O-okay! Text me!" Nakia yelled after the fox, loud enough that Judy's ears would have picked it up. Even outside the store. He would have to text her later, let her down gently or something.

She was standing with his backpack in her hands, a small smile on her face as he approached her. He lifted the sweater bag up, gesturing at it with an exhausted expression. She let out a light chuckle, shaking her head.

"Here, take your heavy crap, we've gotta hurry if we want to get to class early." She said, holding his bag out to him. He eagerly took it, as they both exited the store and headed through the winding halls of the college.

They'd barely begun walking before Judy broke the silence, looking up at him with a snarky smile. "So, the girls literally are giving you their number unprompted, huh?"

He felt his heart sink. "Well, to be honest, that was the same one from that party. . . I didn't text her after, so. . . that was a pretty awkward conversation. . . Apparently she really wants to go out."

Judy nodded. "Fair enough. . . She's cute, I guess. . . Although, a bit clingy from what I saw."

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, with our 'situation', it doesn't matter anyway. I am not looking for a relationship, as I told you. Let alone, like you said, damn clingy just for talking about going out. . . And, she made a few closed-minded comments about a rabbit being in policing, so. . . Yeah, not that interested."

"Oh. . . . Y'know, it's pretty speciesist to be okay with you being in here, but not me."

Nick nodded. "Yeah. . . What a prude."

Judy couldn't stop her laugh.

Wolfsei, their Communications instructor, was entertaining most of the time. He always had funny stories and made sure to get the class up and engaged physically as well as mentally. Judy and Nick had already done a presentation together where they needed to talk for five minutes about one element of communication in public safety.

They did well overall, although they both were more nervous than they expected. But the class today was more about the book stuff than fun. They had a test coming up, and the teacher played a game where he threw a ball around the room that had questions on it. Wherever your hand landed, you had to answer that question before you threw it.

Of course, with the wolves and cats in the room, it was pretty much a game of 'fetch' that turned to an all-out war. Still, it was very fun. Nick managed to grab it once when one of the wolves fumbled, although in truth Nick was also 'grabbed' by the elephant in the room. He got a question on paralinguistics, which was one of his favourite parts of non-verbal communication.

After his question, he did a 'fumbled' back-pass to Judy, who had been standing right next to him at the time. To be fair, she looked like she was about to pounce on both the ball and him as soon as he arched his arm back. Her question was on proxemics, which was also fun if you remembered the ranges for each.

In the end, the class passed way quicker than they expected, and soon they were packing up their bags to leave. The next class was the test, so Nick and Judy hung around a little longer to talk to Wolfsei and asked a few questions about what was on the test, and some of the concepts they were having difficulty with.

Which was basically none, but it was always worth going over some of the more complex points. And points that were not actually tested on, but interesting.

They followed him all the way to his office, which was conveniently by their lockers. He brought out a keychain and suddenly chuckled a bit while shaking his head.

"You know, I am really surprised that you two are in this program. I know they opened it to everyone, but still." He commented as he went through his keychain looking for the right key.

Nick's eyes narrowed, as Judy quickly spoke up. "What do you mean?"

The teacher shrugged. "Well, no disrespect to your step-dad and all. . ." The wolf gestured to Nick, as he selected a key. "But smaller mammals have little to no place in the police, really. Maybe as translators and as community helpers, but, other than that you don't have the mass or the strength to face what real police do every day. I mean, what are you going to do against a rhino?"

Judy immediately crossed her paws. "Well, I think you might be underestimating us. I mean, we are the top students in the class."

The wolf shrugged in response. "Class theory is one thing. But recruiters look at more than just your marks, even if the entry requirements have changed. No self-respecting recruiter is going to put you or their police force at risk by hiring you. It's just the way of things."

"What about all the ways we could help, though? Most cops I know can't step into Rodentia without shutting down traffic and causing destruction on a massive scale. It's not really a police force for the people if it doesn't represent the people they serve, right?" Nick added, echoing statements he heard Bogo use.

The wolf just shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, it would be nice if you got in. But I don't think that the service will make a habit of hiring people like you. Anyway, I'll see you guys next class. Make sure you study for the test, eh?" He said, as he slipped into the office and closed the door.

Nick looked down at Judy with a pissed-off look, getting the same reaction. Nick's turned to a grimace, as he remembered his father telling him about what he'd face there. The buffalo had a knack for being right. . .

Judy didn't say anything about what Wolfsei said on the way to the dorm. In fact, she barely responded at all to what Nick was saying.

He, on the other hand, couldn't stop speaking. Personally, he said a few things along the lines of 'What does he know', 'He's an asshole', and 'my father never liked him, and I see why'. Which was the truth. Bogo always hated him and may have been part of the reason that Wolfsei retired early.

Despite his words, Judy did not really seem interested in listening. She marched forward in silence, ears back, as she opened the front door deftly. Nick followed in silence, as she set the bag with the hoodies on the kitchen table and went into the living room.

He didn't see her sit on the couch, but the soft 'plop' was telling enough. Nick continued around the corner to the sight of a disheartened bunny, with her hand resting on her chin as she reclined back into the deep, plush couch, her backpack sitting on the couch beside her.

An utterly, and completely dejected bunny. Not a sight he thought he'd ever see, nor wanted to see for that matter. He froze for a second, wondering if she might prefer to be alone. But of course, his rational thought had other ideas. Nick walked over and sat down softly beside her on the couch, watching the rabbit for any non-verbal signals. Luckily, it seemed like she didn't shy away from him sitting there.

Which, that was good, because he probably would have ignored them anyway. "Hey. . . Are you okay?" Nick asked tentatively, as he racked his brain for the best way to handle this situation. As if such a thing or process existed.

"Yeah, I'm okay. . ." She responded, lifting her head and turning towards him with a smile. But Nick could clearly see through it.

Nick shook his head, with a huff. "Eeeh, no, I don't think that's true. . . And I don't think what Wolfsei said is true either. I mean, you should've heard what my dad's said about him. Apparently, he's a real piece of work."

Judy left out a tiny chuckle. To Nick, a glimmer of hope. "Yeah. . . But what if he is right? I mean, my parents, that arctic fox, and now even a former police officer doesn't think I can make it. That we can make it. . . It was a lot of money to come here and fail."

Nick was already shaking his head lightly at her words. "They don't believe in us, but I do. And Dave does. And I'll bet you money my dad would believe you can make it, too. He always thought Wolfsei was the most useless cop on the force."

He could see Judy fighting the grin, fighting the smile. Exactly what he wanted. "But what if the recruiter who gets my file is like Wolfsei said? I mean, I know Dave thinks one way, but how many officers still believe that the old ways are the good ways? Answer: A lot."

There the rabbit went, bringing up legitimate and good points again. How much he both hated and liked her for it. It wasn't easy to like when it was used against him cheering her up. "True. But what if it ends up in an officer like Dave's hands? What if you make your application so stellar that ignoring it would get someone fired?"

She shook her head, clearly relaxing a bit as the smile began to win out. Unfortunately, it did not change what she said very much. "We all know it's an 'old mammals' club in there. They all protect their friends' tails when they get caught. It's a pretty big battle to even get past the first step, Nick. You're one thing, the chief's son. But for me, I'm nobody to them."

She was going to make him work for this one, wasn't she?

Finally, the invariably good-mannered fox seemed to lose a little bit of his 'hopeful steam train' vibe. It was really killing her 'pissed off and moody' vibe. She'd suffered through comments like Wolfsei's before, from her own parents, from her siblings, and even from Gideon.

It was never a big deal. She'd get a little dejected, unhappy, and then she'd resolve to be better and prove them wrong. It was the way that she kept her drive going, by getting kicked down. And usually, it worked well enough.

With Gideon, with her parents, with even her sibling. But now she had Mr. Happy Pants over there trying to make her feel better, and it was annoying.

But, hitting him with a few facts seemed to change-

Wait, why was he grinning? Her internal sneer of success started to fade, while his toothy maw just kept getting wider. "What?" She asked, pre-emptively defensive.

He let out a laugh. "I obviously don't have the words to change your mind. . . . But I think know who might." The fox spoke, as he rifled in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" She asked, leaning forward on the couch. Who was he going to call? Dave? That'd be a dick move, and not likely. Wait. . .

"Calling my dad." He said, as he quickly tapped on his phone and held it to his ear. Her ears could hear the dial tone start its ring.

Her heart started beating rapidly. His dad? "W-wait. Don't do that." Chief Bogo? Why was he calling him? Why was he involved in this conversation? He wasn't going to make her talk to him, would he?

She started to reach out, hoping to snatch the phone from the mischievous fox. But the sound she heard come from the speaker made her freeze, as a loud click completed the connection.

"What is it?" A gruff, deep voice demanded through the speaker. It sounded like Bogo's voice on the news, but with that slight off-ness of a phone call. She immediately winced and started gesturing at the fox to stop, and not say anything.

The responding grin eliminated any hope of that. "Hello, dad. I'm sorry for bothering you, ] I've got a friend here who doesn't think she's fit for joining the police. She's being moody about it, not listening to me, and thinks that what Wolfsei's says should be taken as truth. . . She's a good friend, and she's being an idiot."

A loud snort sounded on the other side of the phone. And then, she heard the last thing in the world she wanted. "Pass the phone to her, Nick."

More than anything, she wanted to smash the grin off his muzzle, as he held out the phone to her. She just might when all this was over. For a second, she was not sure if she should pick it up or not. But then, refusing a call from the Chief of Police seemed stupid. . .

She gingerly picked it up and held it to her ear. "Y-yes, sir?"

"Are you committed to becoming a police officer?" Chief Bogo's voice boomed, demandingly. No introduction, no hello, no greeting. For some reason, that seemed like Bogo's style.

She cleared her throat, nervously. "Yes, sir."

"Why do you want to be a police officer?"

"To make the world a better place, Chief Bogo sir."

"Either Chief Bogo, or sir. Calm down, miss. How important is the community to public safety?"

"Very important, sir!"

"Are you physically fit?"

"Yes, sir. Fitter than your son, sir." Judy interjected a bit of humour, hoping to cut through the tension. She gave a sidelong glance to Nick, who grimaced in response.

Silence hung over the line for a moment. Immediately, she began to regret it, and almost said something before the Chief's voice resumed.

"Tell Nick he needs to double up his exercise then . . . Now, why do you think you cannot be a police officer?" The fox heard it and rolled his eyes in response. Judy couldn't help a small chuckle before the serious question made her pause.

That wasn't a question she wanted to answer. But, refusing sounded like a worse plan. "Well. . . I don't know. . . My family doesn't think I can. . . And, so does most of the people I've ever met. Including Wolfsei. . . . I am a rabbit, so. . . I guess it would be a first. . . And unlikely. . . I'm worried I won't even get considered."

"A rabbit. . . Hmm. You're in Dave's class, right? Does he like you?" He asked, sounding stern. She looked to Nick, unsure. Did Dave like her? Nick was nodding along, and she couldn't really argue.

"Yes, sir. He seems to like me, I think."

"Dave only likes people worth his time. If you're worth his time, you are worth mine and the ZPD's. And Wolfsei's so speciesist, he was one of several who received a 'letter' when I became Chief. . . Listen, miss. . . What's your name?"

"Judith Hopps, sir." She responded, unsure of what was going to come next.

There was another heavy pause before the bovine continued. "Ms. Hopps. . . It does not matter what Wolfsei thinks. Or what your parents think, or anyone else for that matter. Not me, not Nick, not even Dave. What matters is what you think. What you believe. And that's what matters to me as a recruiter. That's what you must convince me, or any other recruiter of. Do you understand, Ms. Hopps?"

"Yes, sir." She said, thinking about what he said. Judy never had a problem with believing in herself. In a world full of doubters, she found it easy to find her confidence internally. Was that really the most important part?

"Now, Ms. Hopps- That's H-O-P-P-S, right?"

"Um. . . Yeah?" She said, nervously.

"I'm taking down your name, and I'll keep an eye out for it when you apply- I am sure Nick will keep me informed. . . If what you're worried about is one of my recruiting officers ignoring your application, I will see to it that does not happen. Let Nick know if you think your application is being ignored, and I will review it personally. If you're half as good as I think, then you'll get an interview, and maybe a job. Fair enough?"

Nick was busy smiling in the corner, as she stared at an indeterminate spot ahead of her. "You don't have to do that, sir. But, thank you for the encoura-"

"I am going to do it anyway. If someone side-lines your application for no good reason, then he's going to be canned. They're bigots, and I don't need those people in my agency. You might have just given me a way to weed them out. And, I am not saying you'll get hired. An interview. Nothing more. And nothing less. Now, if that's all, can you hand the phone back to my lagging son?" He said, his voice turning suddenly gruff at the end.

"Yes, sir. And. . . Thanks." She spoke, before taking the phone and holding it out to the fox with a glare. Yes, it had made her feel better. But that wasn't what she'd wanted at the moment, and she certainly didn't need to be put on the phone with the Chief of the Zootopia Police Department against her will. As soon as he got off the phone, he was going to get his furry tail beat.

The fox aimlessly took the phone back, smiling like an idiot. He was an idiot. A big one. He put the phone to his ear and spoke melodically into the microphone. "Yes?"

Asshole. She thought before she watched his face suddenly sink, and his smile disappeared. She could barely hear Bogo on the phone, unable to make out a single word as the buffalo spoke. Unlike before. . . For some reason, he'd lowered his voice. . .

Wait. . . He did realize I was a rabbit. He knows I can hear him. She thought, letting out a little chuckle. That was fair enough. A private conversation with his son was probably warranted at this point, likely about getting off his ass and exercising.

Hearing just Nick's side was amusing, anyway.

"Yes, dad. . . . Well, no dad. . . . I mean, I guess I'll have to explain it, uh, a little later maybe? . . . . . I can text you. . . . . No, don't get mom involved. . . . Sigh. . . . I've got to go, okay? . . . Yeah, tell mom I miss her. . . . I'll talk to you soon." He finished with another big sigh. "Ugh." He grimaced.

She flopped up onto her knees on the plush couch, sitting back on her heels with a somewhat sweet smile. One ear lay back, the other alert as she watched the fox. "What's wrong, Nick?"

He looked over at her, confusion forming in his eyes as he looked at the rabbit. He smiled weakly, clearly unsure of her intentions. "Nothing. Just, du-"

Thud. The sound of her backpack smacking across the fox's face was so sweet, it was like music. "HOW. DARE. YOU." She shouted, sternly. She was suddenly glad that no one else was home now.

He was surprised, but he quickly grabbed the backpack in his paws, trying to hold her from hitting him again. He succeeded, but only because Judy had made her point. "Hey, it helped, didn't it?"

"YES. WELL, NO. MAYBE. That's not the point."

"Well, what is the point?"

"The point is. . . . Whatever. . . Give me that." She said, pulling the backpack from his paws. Too many secrets were in that backpack right now. . . Secrets the asshole didn't need to know about yet.

He shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "Well, if that tirade is over, what do you want to do now? Sharla should be back sometime soon, but Chrys is going to be out for a while, apparently. They're doing some charity thing with the richy-rich people, serving them wine until they spend a lot of money on charity auctions."

Judy shrugged, pulled out her phone, punched in a query. As the results showed on the screen, she smiled. Perfect. "Well, I'm going to jump on the bus, I've got some shopping to do. I'll be back later and maybe we can all watch a movie together. If Chrys is back, anyway." She said, gathering up her backpack.

The fox looked displeased. "You want a ride, or, something?"

She shook her head. "Nah, I'm good. I mean, my parents got me that bus pass, I might as well use it, right? I'm not going to be long, anyway." Well, she had no idea how long she was going to be. She'd never been to that store before. Either way, Nick did not seem that satisfied with the decision for a moment.

But then, he turned his attention back to the television with a shrug, grabbing the remote and turning it on. "All-right. See ya when you get back, I guess."

She smiled and started to walk around the corner. She stopped as a thought came to her head, causing her to grin and look back at the fox. "Well, if you wanna drive me, I've got just one question. . . . Bogo's a buffalo. . . And your mom's a fox. . . How does that-"

"Uh-uh, nope, I am not talking about that. If that's the case, go get your stuff, Carrots." He said, shaking his head violently as the Netflocks icon appeared on the screen. Judy laughed, as she headed for the door. Still. How does that work?

A few hours passed before she came back. Looking at her watch as she opened the door, carrying one reusable bag on an arm, it flashed 6 pm at her. She had no idea she was gone that long and wondered if anyone had come home yet.

The shopping adventure had taken multiple trips, but at least she found everything she was looking for. For some of the things, it wasn't easy. And. . . She found other things. Thank god her parents weren't watching her debit card that closely anymore.

Judging by the noise in the living room, a movie was being played. But, instead of heading right for the living room, she quickly hopped up the stairs, going straight for her room. Nick's door was ajar, and the sound of a movie playing in the living room confirmed the fox was still there.

She opened her door, and quickly pulled a box from her bag and threw it onto her bed. With a quick body twist, she slammed her door and started padding her way back down the stairs with the rest of the fabric bag. Judy wouldn't be needing that anytime soon, and she got enough looks over her buying it at the store. Nick, he didn't need to know anything. Yet.

When she reached the bottom, she could see the fox standing in the entryway of the house. Instead of his typical shirt, though, he was wearing his new dark blue hoodie, emblazoned with the Watanobbi College crest and the words 'Criminal Justice' in red. It seemed a little small on him. . . . not quite baggy, like a regular hoodie.

She suddenly got concerned about the size of her hoodie. If they screwed up his. . .

"What took you so long, Carrots. I got through like, half a movie." The fox lied with that simple, con-mammal smile of his.

She smiled and pulled out a smaller plastic bag from within. "Y'know, if I'd know it was so hard to find blueberry flavoured carrot chips, I would've brought some from home. I went to three supermarkets, only one bothered to carry them. What's wrong with this city?" The rabbit mused as she walked into the living room past the fox, carrying the grocery bag and chips with her as she went. As she passed the corner, she was disappointed to see that no one else was there.

His brow furrowed, and he shook his head at her. "What, no other kind of chip would do? You really are picky, aren't you?"

She snorted. "Hey, you should be glad I found them at all. You're the one obsessed with blueberries, aren't you? Maybe, maybe, I've found a way to finally make you eat carrots." The blueberry flavour was common in Bunnyburrow. She'd had them before and had a feeling the blueberry thief would like them, too. He'd raided the fridge one too many times of her blueberries.

The fox chuckled, and suddenly his voice dropped its volume. "I don't know about that claim, I eat Carrots all the time. . ." The demonic grin appeared again, and she felt her ears flush as she fought an embarrassed smile.

Naturally, he'd say that, wouldn't he? "Shut up, slick. Before I do something we'll both regret." She murmured as she sat on the couch, setting the large grocery bag beside her. Not that she had any idea of what that threat was for.

Looking ahead, she saw some movie was muted on the television, one she didn't recognize. "Where's everyone else?" She asked as she pulled out a few more movie-worthy snacks from the bag.

He sat back down beside her, the remote still dangling from his paw. "Sharla's upstairs, studying for a test she has tomorrow. She politely declined to movie night. Chrys is probably still at the event, I have no idea when he's getting home from that. . . I figured we could watch a few movies, then probably best to get some sleep before our class tomorrow."

She nodded, popping open the bag of blueberry chips. "Yeah, she seemed pretty stressed about that earlier. She'll do fine, though. At least on genital anatomy questions, I suppose. Here, have a chip." She said, holding out a single, blue-dusted carrot chip.

The fox leaned away for a moment, giving the chip a curious look over. He reached over and took it, giving it a curious sniff. She rolled her eyes, as he finally took a nibble of the chip. Finally, he took a bite.

She watched his face for any positive reaction. Unfortunately, all she got was a little nod, and a shrug. "Not bad. They're pretty good as far as snacks go. Although, I have had better tasting carrots. . . Like, rabbit-fl-"

Thud, her fist sounded off his shoulder, as she let out a sigh. "Still not funny the second time, Nick."

He shrugged. "Had to."

She shook her head, as she focused on the moving picture in front of her. "What's this?"

Nick, thinking she wasn't watching, quietly picked up the bag of blueberry flavoured chips and began snacking on them. She wouldn't call him on it, but she still smiled. "Oh, it's a cop comedy film, pretty old. It's like, the eighties. A bunch of 'not that good' recruits in training proving their worth. Funny, heart-warming, etc."

She nodded, as he paused it. "Sounds funny, and low mental commitment. You wanna start it over?"

Nick shrugged, clicking through the menu and hitting the start over button. "Sure. The first one's the best, anyway. The sequels are fun, but don't live up to the original."

Judy looked over at him. "How many sequels are there?"

"Like. . . . Six?"

"Six? What show is this?" She asked, surprised.

"Police University."

A fanfare started on the screen, as it opened on the image of a skyscraper heavy image. Ah, the eighties.

After the first one, Judy determined that the sequel needed to be watched. It was fun, relevant, and somewhat decent considering it was an eighties show.

She'd slipped on her hoodie, an act that the fox was all too glad to comment on. Especially since it was tight as hell. She wasn't entirely sure what they thought when they ordered it, but it was practically for a child in her opinion. Apparently, the person ordering forgot the mammals ordering them were adults. But it was comfortable at least.

Around the third one, Judy's plan for the night was set aside. . . Probably the for the best, anyway. The movies were pretty fun. She was still a little mad at him, and she was also tired from running around all night.

It got pretty late. She got tired, and so was Nick judging by how many times that large maw yawned as the night went on. It was amusing to watch, although the glint of those teeth was still unsettling. She could understand why her ancestors feared foxes.

They made a dare: whoever stood up the longest would get an unnamed reward to be decided later when they had the mental energy to do so. Which, was perhaps the riskiest dare to make. . . She personally figured she'd win. She was so accustomed to late nights studying in High School, it was nothing to her.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore as her eyes became extremely heavy. Finally, she turned to Nick, about to tell him to turn it off. Except, as it turned out, Nick was snoring softly beside her, his head hanging sleepily. She snorted at the sleeping fox, shaking her head softly.

Well, I can't carry him to his bed. . . Maybe I'll just leave it on. She thought as she turned her gaze back to the movie. The characters were in the middle of a boat race, trying to get their Chief back. She clicked the button on the remote, revealing only eighteen minutes left on the clock. I'll stay up and finish this one. She thought, punctuating it with a yawn. It was only eighteen minutes, right?

The room was very dark, save for the dim lighting of Netflock's 'Are you still there?' screen. The hour was late. Very late. Nearly the next day, in fact.

The fox was still sleeping, snoring quietly. He seemed so peaceful. On the other hand, the rabbit, who was leaned into him, drooling softly onto his shirt, was snoring a little louder. There were open and empty chip bags everywhere, with little crumbs dotting the couch. The grocery bag was laying at the foot of the couch, a few things still inside.

A dark figure stood in front of the television, looking at the image in front of them. Internally, the person was chuckling. Not attracted to each other, my ass. They shook their head, bending down to pick up something out of the bag on the ground, their curiosity piqued.

As they read the receipt, their eyes widened. That's interesting. Very interesting..