Ch. 3 – Figuring things out
"Well, Dynamo, let's get you cleaned up and get you some food. Then you can tell me about yourself," Tails told the now stable fox.
"You're not going to kick me out? Or call the cops?" he asked worriedly.
"Nope. I know you were just trying to hide from those bullies. Trust me, I know how you feel," Tails said and pointed to his swishing twin extensions. "I was bullied when I was little too. So, if you want to get cleaned up, the bathroom's upstairs to the left. There should be a dry towel on the rack." Dynamo got up quickly, thanked Tails, and ran up the stairs. Tails decided to start making supper when he heard his stomach growl.
"Where's the towel? Wait, never mind, found it!" Dynamo called down the stairs.
Tails chuckled to himself. 'Seems like a completely different person now that he's my friend. Wait, friend? I just met him! I HAVE A STRANGER IN MY HOUSE!' The orange fox started freaking out, but finally, yet slowly, calmed himself down. 'I'm doing the right thing… I think'
LATER
The freshly cleaned now-handsome red fox walked down the stairs, ready to eat. He sniffed the air and… MMMMMM! CHICKEN! He zipped into the kitchen and found the other fox finishing up last touches on the grilled chicken. "HOW DID YOU KNOW CHICKEN WAS MY FAVORITE!" he screamed at Tails, startling the young fox that hadn't noticed him skid to a stop in the middle of the room.
"Don't scare me like that!" the orange one yelled back.
"Sorry. I just like chicken"
"Like? MORE LIKE LOVE!"
AT THE TABLE
"So, Mr. Dynamo Heer, is…" Tails slowed as he saw the red fox cringe. "Don't like that name?"
"I'm fine with Dynamo, I love that name, but…" he stopped. His companion gave him a "go on, if you're comfortable" looks. "I hated my parents. My mom abandoned my dad and me. She said we 'weren't good enough.' My dad treated me terribly for 'causing him to lose his love' even though I KNOW it was mainly him. Not to mention he didn't give a crap about the bullies that beat me. I would come home looking WORSE than I did today, and he wouldn't even acknowledge me. If, for some reason he did, he would yell and cuss at me to 'suck it up,' and probably beat me some more. Finally, I couldn't take it. I escaped from one his merciless poundings, and ran. He sprinted after me, and got one more hit in. I snapped and kicked him in the face, knocking a tooth out. I slammed a few shoes in 'that area' to make sure he could never do this to another kid again. I found a large rock on the street and chucked it at him, striking him in the head. He was out cold on the ground. Coming to the realization of what I had just done, and what could have come from it, I darted away, never finding out what happened to the terrible man. Since then I've roughed it on the streets, without any companions. This is the third city I've been to. I have had no place to stay, until now."
Tails choked on his chicken for a second.
"Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… I should leave…"
"NO!" the orange fox screamed and grabbed Dynamo's arm. "It's just that…" Tails thought for a moment. "I really all just hit me. All of the stuff like that. I would love to let you stay, but I have nowhere for you. Just give me a minute to think…" He deliberated in his head. "Hey Dynamo."
"Yea?"
"How long has it been since you've slept in a bead?" he said to Dynamo.
'And how long has it been since I've snoozed on a couch?' Tails asked just to himself.
END OF CHAPTER