The Lovers Connection (Monty X Freddy X Bonnie X Foxy)

Ch4 Lovely Fox

Montys POV:

It was the start of the last class of the day now. If that makes sense. The last hour of the day. There ya go. Anyways, my last class was an elective class so I was taking something simple for easy credit. I was taking a Journalism class. I myself am not a writer, but Journalism about stories on crimes is pretty fucking cool. But again, I'm not a writer really though. (Ironic). I walked into class and headed straight to my seat. My seat was near the back corner of the room. and no one else sat back there. It was by a window and it was a high-up desk with tall chairs. The best thing about all of that is that the chair next to me is empty so I get to prop my legs up. Fun. I sat down in my seat and turned on my phone. I started just scrolling around and flicking through some things when I spotted a certain someone I've never seen before come through the doorway. It was a fox. A velvet fox. He had a light blue hoodie on with the sleeves sorta rolled up and he had black ripped jeans on. He had red violet hair and amber eyes that shined like pearls. Fucking hell. What is happening to me! Why is every guy I look at make me feel weird when I look at their eyes!? The fox started talking with a teacher and then she pointed over towards me. I jumped a little. He gave her a nod and started walking over towards my direction. As he got up to me, he spoke. "I-Is it ok if I sit here?" He asked with a little stutter. His voice sounded sweet and soft. Why do I keep using the word sweet for everything? "Sure." I said, acting like I didn't care. "Thank you." He thanked me. He took his seat and put his bag down. He didn't have a backpack or a string bag, he had a satchel pretty much. That's cool. I stayed looking at him. His hair was long like Rileys but it hang lower and fluffier than his. It didn't seem dyed but more natural. The red-violet hair he had was almost like a dark pink while his fur was velvet and looked like a lighter pinkish marron. And his eyes... I couldn't describe them. Lovely like amber. And like I said earlier, like shining pearls. I wanted to talk to him again. "I haven't seen you before, you new?" I asked him, sorta catching him off guard. "Oh, um yea. I just moved here a couple weeks ago. This is my first day here." He told me. His voice sounded like it wanted to sing every time it spoke. Like Glams. "Really? Where did you come from to join this hell hole?" I asked, guessing he wasn't from here. "Missouri. My aunt I live with got a really good job down here so we both moved. We're officially staying here now, other than moving around from state to state." He said. "You move around a lot?" I asked. "Yea. We'd be here all day if I went into depth with it though." He said. Leaning his head on the table in his arms. "Well, we do have eight minutes left until class starts." I said, wanting to keep our conversation going. "Well..." He started. Fuck maybe I shouldn't have said that. "U-Unless it's personal. You don't have to." I corrected myself. "It's not really. I guess I could say some things." He said, sitting sorta up now. I smiled. "Shoot." I said, leaning on the table with my arm. He smiled. "Well... My parents died when I was born and my aunt took me in. She had this 'work thing' where they needed her in certain places. She makes a good amount of money for it but moving around state to state is really annoying. We moved from Tennessee to Iowa, then Iowa to Missouri, and now, here. And seeming like it, this is our last stop of moving around everywhere." He said. Shortening his story for me. "Wow. From moving so much, it musta been hard for you to leave friends behind huh?" I said. He gave me a little shrug. "I never really made friends so I never dealt with that problem much. I had a few friends and dated some people here and there but they didn't really care if I left." He told me. That sounded so sad... Poor guy. "Damn. I'm sorry dude." I said, trying to be sweet. "It's fine, I've been surviving through it." He said. He turned slightly away from me. So he's the shy type. Not very talkative but he's friendly. Afraid of making friends sorta, difficult at making them, and struggles at keeping them. Maybe... "Well hey," I said, making him face me again, "I have this crew that would love to be friends with ya." I started, "They're a rockstar band sorta, I'm a drummer for them, but I think they'd like to know ya. They're really friendly so I think you might get to know them well very quickly." He looked at me confused. "Really?" He asked me. "Yea, my friend Glam is a part of them. He's a bear with dyed blue hair. He's super sweet and I bet he'd love to get to know ya." I told him. "I think I've seen a blue-haired boy around the school. Does he have light brown fur?" He asked me. I hummed in response. "Ok cool. I thought his hair looked awesome." He said, making me smile. "Heh, yea. If only the school would leave him alone for it." I said, sorta telling myself that. "What do you mean?" He asked me. "Glams more of a... Weirdish kid. People just don't understand that's his unique personality. He and the rest of the crew get poked a lot but they know how to handle themselves." I said. I then huffed, "But kids just poke him around because of his blue hair, I actually dyed my hair red for him so he'd feel happy." I said. "Really? Well, that's nice of you. And it really looks nice on you too." The fox said. "Thanks." I said. "Anyways, he's a sweet kid and I feel like you two could get along well. And it's a nice group of friends to start out with. Plus, I just invited some kid named Riley too. He just met Glam so you won't be the newest addition." I told him. He thought about it and then gave me a cute smile. "I'll try it out tomorrow." He said. I smiled, "Cool. And uh, I haven't asked, what's your name?" I asked. "Fritz (Foxy)." He said. What a lovely name. Heh. "I'm Monty." I told him. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Monty." The bell ringed and class began to start. But right before it did, the teacher walked over towards me. "Monty?" She asked me. I gave her my attention. "Fritz here is new and he may need you to catch him up on what we're doing today. It's a new unit but get him caught up with the rest of the stuff just so he fits in. He's been in a different Journalism class at his old school so he should know most of what he's doing." She told me. "Gotcha." I responded. She smiled and then turned around to get ready for teaching. Time passed and it's been a half an hour of this class. The teacher was explaining some criminal record story from some guy and she wanted us to do a weird fake interview online of him. She said we were gonna work in partners at our tables so I was working with Fritz. The cute fellow next to me. Fuck I did it again. Anyways, I pulled out my laptop I had and pulled up the website we were doing. We just had to write down notes of what the text said and then write stuff down into questions. Fritz seemed on it. Like he knew how to do this shit like it was easy as pie. I still showed him a couple of small things so he wouldn't be too lost with how our teacher wanted us to do things. He sounded so nice. Not the fucking fake interview, I mean Fritz. He sounded shy but very loving. Like he was somehow comfortable talking to me. Well, I am probably the first guy in this school to want to be friendly with him. But he was very sweet to me. And God damn did he look cute. I didn't even think that time when I called him that in my head. He just seemed so soft. But I tried to stop thinking about it. I still don't understand what's going on. After a while, the bell rang and everyone started to pack their stuff up to get ready to dip. As I finished, Fritz finished too and got out of his seat. My bag was slightly open and I had an idea. I ripped off a little piece of paper in a notebook that was poking out and wrote a little something on it, then tied my bag back up. "Hey, Fritz." I called to him, just before he walked out the door with the rest of the students. He turned to me. I walked over to him. "Just in case you still wanna take that offer with those guys I was talking about. Here's my number." I said, holding out that piece of paper to him. He took it. "Just in case you wanna talk more about it and then I could text ya where they meet during lunch." I told him. He gave me a little sweet smile. "Cool, thanks, Monty." He thanked me, before continuing his walk out the door. I smiled and walked out too. We both split separate ways down the hallway so we didn't walk with each other. I can't believe I just willingly gave a guy my phone number. He probably thought I was so weird. Ugh, what's wrong with me? God, I need to just rest my head when I get home. God, I feel like I'm high or something. I just need to think.