Chapter 4

The next two days at school flew by pretty fast. Finally the first weekend of the school year had finally arrived. As they stood outside the guys were talking. "So Fox, we headed to your place again tonight or what?" Fox chuckled at the question, "You guys should know you don't even have to ask that."

After hanging around for a while all the guys took off in their separate ways for the time being. Around 6 all the guys started to head towards Fox's house for the night "So boys, what do you wanna do for now?" James asked, he usually spent time with the boys. All of them scratched their heads, not knowing what to do. " Why don't we start off simple and just throw the Frisbee around outside?" Slippy suggested to the rest of them. They all liked the idea, they were all pretty athletic so they decided it would be a good show for them all.

James went into the garage to look for the Frisbee as the guys all went outside to the front yard. James found it and signified it by throwing it straight out into the front yard. "there it is!" Falco shouted.

"It's mine!" Bill yelled to the others as he took off for it, only to be tripped up by Fox, who then took his place in running for the disc. "I don't think so Foxie!" Falco said as he dove and tackled Fox to the ground. This left Slippy by himself to simply jump up and snatch the Frisbee out of the air. "you guys have got a lot to learn about this game." Slippy said with a smirk.

James quietly snuck up behind slippy, grabbed the Frisbee, then proceeded to push him into the dogpile with the others. "You were saying?" He said as he spun the Frisbee on his finger. They all continued to throw it around for a while until Vixy had to call James in for a moment. As he turned to walk in he blindly threw the Frisbee out to the guys and Fox pursued it.

He jumped up to catch it without any notice of his surroundings as he headed straight for the concrete without a chance of landing on his feet. It was then that Bill yelled "Fox look out!" He couldn't tell what his canine friend was talking about at all. He tried to spin around to see what it was that Bill was yelling about but all he could make out was a figure that seemed to be another person. Before he knew it, he crashed into this other person, whoever it was, and they both hit the ground roughly.

As soon as he could, Fox stood up saying "Gee i-I'm really sorry about that" Not yet paying attention to the person. The person he hit sat up angrily saying "You really need to watch what you're doing! You could have really hurt me, and I should probably report you to-" The person stopped. Fox stopped in his tracks as he turned and saw who it was. "Krystal?" was all Fox could say.

"Fox?Ummmm…." She felt like she had done something wrong, she had just yelled at her new friend. Sure he had knocked her down but it was an accident. Fox rushed over to help her to her feet. As soon as he helped her up he began to ask questions. "W-what are you- I mean are you okay?" He couldn't believe what he had done. " Well, to answer your questions, I actually live around here, and yes I think I'm okay." She looked around her body for any cuts, but found something worse. She sighed heavily and Fox became curious.

" What's wrong?" "well, this was my favorite shirt, but our little encounter has sadly put a few rips in it. That's alright though, it was starting to get a little small anyways." Fox's ears drooped, feeling even worse about what he accidentally did. "Well if you live around here I could uhh.. maybe walk you back home if you want? I-I mean if you don't want-" She began to giggle at him, she always thought he was funny when he got nervous. Fox turned a little red at the giggle, "That's sweet of you, maybe my parents will want to meet you." Fox turned and tossed the Frisbee over to the guys and went down the street with Krystal.

James walked back out but when he did Fox was already gone, he asked where his son had gone. " Well he had an…. encounter with a friend from school, so he decided to walk her home." Bill told the older fox.

Meanwhile the two foxes were walking down the road, small talking with happy faces. Once they arrived at Krystal's house she grabbed his arm and started running towards the door. "Come on, Im sure they would like to meet you!" She opened the door and the two walked in and Krystal yelled "Hey mom and dad! This is my friend Fox that I told you about." She told them with a big smile.

"He lives around here and we had an uh.. encounter. So he decided to walk me back home." Fox stood there with a bit of an awkward smile. Her mother smiled. "that's very gentlemanly of you Fox" Her dad told him. "well it is getting a little dark out too." He said as he scratched the back of his head. He took this opportunity to inspect Krystal's shirt, and so did her mother.

"Sweetie what happened to your shirt?" Krystal looked over at Fox, Fox looked at Krystal, then looked at her parents. " Well you see, that's where our little encounter comes into the picture. Me and my friends were throwing our Frisbee, and my mom called my dad in when he had it, so he blindly threw it and I jumped after it. That resulted in me accidentally crashing into Krystal." Fox had a nervous look on his face.

" Well young man, did you know that was her favorite shirt?" her dad said with a little anger. "Daddy calm down, it was just an accident" Her dad apologized as Fox told the family " Well everyone it was nice meeting you, if you ever need anything I live down the road so if you ever need anything just call" He took his leave and krystal turned to her parents. "See? I told you he was nice!" "He does seem like a sweet young man." Krystal's mom remarked. " he does seem nice, a little clumsy though." Her father barked.

Once he returned to his home Vixy greeted him. "Where have you been sweetie?" "well you remember that girl I told you about? We had an uh, encounter and I decided to walk her home." Fox simply shrugged his shoulders as everyone ate dinner soon after his return. After dinner everyone began to leave for home. As they did Fox went to his computer, he needed to replace something.