I'm sorry if fox is out of character, but Ive never played the games, so I just have to guess off what Ive read and what it seems like he would be like. Also, kinda boring in start. Should start getting much better after this chapter. I'll definitely put in some fight scenes.

I woke up that morning still exhausted. I guess hours of hard work will do that to you, huh?

I rolled off my couch, landing on the double pedal of my drum set.

"Ow! Friggin damned crap of a shitting pot headed bitch assed fucking [keeps going for a while]"

Yeah. Im not much of a morning person, and its only worse when I'm sore. I struggled to get up, knocking over one of my cymbals onto the edge of my dresser, making Fox jump straight up into the air.

He landed back on my bed looking at me with wide eyes. He was awake now. Good.

I picked my cymbal up and put it back in place, then stumbled into the bathroom across the hall, yawning.

I turned on the cold water in my sink, and splashed my face, trying to wake myself up. It worked, but only a little. When I got back to my room, I found Fox messing with my guitar, which I normally had on a stand in the corner. He strummed once, unaware I was there, and smiled. He messed with the strings and found how it worked, then strummed out a few different chords making a tune. He was pretty good.

I moved past the doorframe, making Fox scramble to put everything back. He turned and looked at me guiltily.

"Sorry about that. It just looked cool."

"Nah. Its fine. I really don't play guitar anyways. Bet you're pretty good, though."

Fox grinned at what I said, his ears perking up slightly.

"Thanks!"

I grinned back at him.

"Alright, let's see how well you can do this. Here." I grabbed my MP3 player from my dresser and hooked it up to the speaker on my floor, "Listen and see if you can play."

I put one of the most simple songs I had on it. Hard to Handle, by The Black Crowes. I had it on there to learn how to play drums, along with Me and My Gang.

Its pretty simple when its broken down, other than the solos, so I figured that it's the perfect beginners song. Fox listened to the music intently, his head bobbing slightly to the beat.

"What is this music?" he asked when the song was over.

"It's rock, but that's not even the good stuff, this is to see if you can get the hang of it." I replied.

"Hmm." he said, not really interested in me, more on the guitar.

He picked it up and strummed a chord, then a few notes.

"Ok," he said flashing me a smile.

I played the song again. He played it pretty good, only struggling with the solo.

"Damn! You're freaking beast at this!" I hollered over the loud music, "It took me a week just to be able to change notes fast enough, and here you come owning it your first freaking time!"

I was in awe.

"Hey... Try this one. It'll be kinda stupid at first, just fast strumming, but it'll be cool if we play it together."

I scrolled through my playlist and picked out my song. Track 4 of The Black Parade. Also known as The Sharpest Lives.

I let Fox listen to the song, then he quickly played it. This song, apparently, was even easier. He played it nearly perfectly.

We went through songs, and after a while, I joined him. He would play the guitar part, me playing the drums. He became particularly attached to one song, but after we played It through a third time, he decided we needed to get back to fixing his ship.

I told him to go to the kitchen and grab something for us to eat while I changed.

Crap.

I just realized I've got no clean pants left. Oh well.

I grabbed the pair from Friday off the floor. I put them on, and grinned. I felt GOOD. I don't even know why, cuz this morning I felt like crap.

[Fox's POV]

We arrived at the half-building where my ship was being kept sometime after midday.

Kevin seemed even more energetic than he did when we found out I could play the guitar. He had bought some 'buffer' as he called it on the way. He said it would keep my ship from rusting. That would be useful.

He showed me how to use it, and we quickly got to work. He was buffing the ship while I was trying to fix the wiring on the inside to get my radio to work.

I'm no expert when it comes to repairs, cuz that's Slippy's job, but I know my wirings, and soon enough I had my ships radio up and running.

The ship itself was too beat up to get flying again (with me fixing it anyways) so Kevin and I quickly gave up on that idea.

Now was the moment of truth. I was going to send a radio signal back out into the galaxy, hoping the expansions and contractions of space time didn't destroy my message. I was calling to anybody. I wanted to get back to the Great Fox.

"Attention. Urgent rescue request code 1186370A. Request by Fox McCloud. Star date 9540, space day 678. Planet, Unknown. Quadrant, unknown. Galaxy, unknown. Send immediate help or rescue team. End message."

I switched off the sender node of the radio.

"Now all we can do is wait" I said.

Kevin looked at me funny.

"So your space-time-continuum technology space-time jumping crap can't even send a message through space sometimes? And what was with all the 'Unknown' crap?"

"Space stretches and bends as it grows and shifts, so a simple wavelength gets bent and warped to the point of no recognition through space at the wrong times. The 'unknown' was because this is an unexplored region in space to where I come from, so theres no names to these places. Does that answer you?"

Kevin pursed his lips, processing what I just said.

"So... It might take, like, a week for anyone to get that 'Urgent Message'?

I thought for a second.

"Well... That depends on how far they are, but yeah. It could."

"So I'm stuck hiding you for a week. Great. Perfect. Just freaking peachy."

"What's 'peachy' mean?" I asked slightly confused.

"Oh... I guess it's cuz a peach is sweet, and the sarcasm... Never mind." Kevin sighed and started walking away.

I followed him in silence. I knew he didn't want to talk to me. We got to his apartment and pulled his keys out of his pocket. He unlocked the door and let me in.

As soon as I let fox walk past me, I turned and grabbed the thing that dropped out of my pocket. It was that diamond-rock-thing. Although, knowing my life, it probably isn't a diamond.

I picked it up anyway, and bounced it on my palm as I walked into my room. I snapped a leather rope off the necklace that I was going to give to my girlfriend before she dumped me, and looped it through the rock, slipping it around my neck and into my shirt.

Fox was in my room, playing my guitar again. That made me smile.

"Alright, time to go to bed. I got school tomorrow, and there ain't nuthin I can do bout it, so you need to quiet down."

Fox looked up, questioningly, "You still go to school?"

"Uh, duh. Why? Don't you?"

"Nah, I never went to school. There was never anything there I needed to know."

"Ha. Fuckin lucky." I grumbled.

I walked to the bathroom and got ready for bed.

The next day I groaned as I sat up, the blood rushing out of my head. I started trying to make my way to the kitchen, and slammed right into the door frame.

"Ow..." I stumbled into the kitchen, my baggy pajama pants tripping me, and the cold air on my bare chest giving me goose bumps.

I got my cereal into the bowl somehow, but missed my bowl when pouring the milk.

"Dmit" I tried to curse but it didn't work.

I slurped up my cereal and moved back to my room to get ready for school. Fox was going through some kind of yoga thing in my room.

"wutrya doing" I slurred at him, swaying sleepily on my feet.

"Im stretching for incase I get picked up today," he said, perfectly alert.

"Mmkay," I replied.

I took off my pajama bottoms and put some clean jeans on. I grabbed a shirt out of my drawer and pulled on my jacket.

I looked at fox, standing in plain view of anyone who happened to walk in.

"You should probly make sure you're not seen," I said to him, a little more awake.

"Ok, no problem,"

I walked out and went to my bus stop.

Have you ever had a zit or something on your face, and you feel like you kind of need to hide your face so nobody can see it? How about a black eye?

Although it was fading some, I still didn't like the way people looked at me.

I got out of my Third Block class, on my way to lunch, only to bump into the Junior I had pissed off Friday. Literally. I ran into him while turning a corner.

"Weeellllll! Looky who we have here! A stray Freshy, just on his way to lunch!" He said in a mockingly kind tone, "Let's just teach him to be on time more often, then, shall we?"

His hand connected with my face so fast I didn't even flinch when it hit.

My face was blank. My mind was blank. My nose was streaming blood onto the floor, staining it. I felt a fire inside my chest, I felt angry and calm at the same time. It was frightening at how dangerous I felt.

I almost tried to deck him again, but I remembered what had happened in the alley, so I faked turned away, and flicked a foot behind me to try to kick him. All I remember after that was getting up off the floor, being helped by Tommie, and being taken to the principals office. Apparently they deemed that I had lost a lot of blood and needed to go home to recover.

I got picked up by my mom, who was pissed that I was fighting in school, but worried about me at the same time. I slept through everything she asked me.

I went to my room and promptly fell asleep. I remember waking up periodically with my mom, then going back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up with a slight headache, but no tiredness at all. I started getting out of bed, but my mom walked in and stopped me. She sat on the edge if my bed and said "Kev, we need to talk."

Oh shit. My mom was in my room. Where is Fox?

I broke out in a cold sweat. I was trying to think up some reason for hiding an alien life form from the world. Maybe they'll believe that I was brainwashed? My mom continued.

"You were in bad condition yesterday when they brought you home. What happened?"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Fox wasn't found.

"I don't know," I lied, frowning at the weakness of my voice.

I tried to clear my throat. "I just remember turning around and hitting the floor."

My mom looked at me skeptically for a while then accepted it. If I didn't want the kid who did it to get in trouble, there was probably a reason.

"Alright. Well, I've got to go to work. I picked your homework for today and yesterday up. Make sure you do it, eat plenty, and don't leave the house."

"Alright mom. Love you!"

"Love you too, honey!"

As soon as the door clicked closed, I hopped out of bed, calling for fox. He wouldn't have left, could he?

I heard a shuffling from the bathroom.

I walked over and watched Fox struggling to get out of the cabinet under the sink. He finally popped out, straightening quickly.

"Wow. You look like you've been to a war on Venom and back," he said, examining my face.

I looked over in the mirror and did a double take. I was pale as a ghost, and my nose was cut on the bridge. My left eye was blue and green, and there were scrapes all along the side of my face. I did look like a war survivor.

My face sagged.

"Hey" Fox said, noticing my sadness, "What's up?"

"Stupid Junior beats me up every friggin day since Friday- three days ago... wait, three of four? Oh well. Ever since three or four days ago. I can't even get a friggin punch in."

Fox looked at me sympathetically.

"I could try and teach you some fighting techniques if you want"

He was just being kind, but for some reason, it got on my nerves.

"No! I don't want any damned Kung-Fu lessons! I just... I wanna... UGH!" I whipped around and stalked into my room. I grabbed my jacket, a knife, and my wallet. I stalked to the door and left. Leaving Fox wondering why I was so angry.

I walked o my favorite place in the city other than the park. Tommie's house.

I was always welcome there. His mom was nice, and his dad was always able to make a joke of something.

One time my mom kicked me out of the apartment because I had spilled some Pixy-Stick on the floor and she thought I was doing crack. I came over here and they let me stay for a few days. They didn't even ask why I had been kicked out.

I loved Tommie's parents almost as much as I loved my mom. Though I did wish my mom was as cool as them sometimes.

I was playing Black Ops with Tommie in his living-room. We were yelling into our headsets from the couch, as usual.

He was kicking everyones asses with his supa-skillz at video games, while I was trying to keep myself hidden and not get killed.

My parents had never really let me have very many video games, so the ones I played, I was either super good at naturally, or I sucked.

Soon enough, it started getting dark. I needed to get home. I thanked Tommie's parents for having me over and walked home. It was drizzling when I got back to my apartment.

I was feeling pretty good when I got back. I needed to apologize to Fox for being so angry when I left.

A long story short, he was gone.

I didn't really feel much like writing recently, but I want to send a shout out to Species Unknown to say thanks for being the first reviewer of my first story.