[center]Chapter 8
Parting ISN'T Such Sweet Sorrow [/center]

	We were both asleep the whole night, I guess it was from the comforting heat of our fur giving each other some sort of satisfying feelings. I'll admit, I never thought Ryan to be gay, maybe a little metrosexual, but never gay. You don't see me complaining though. He is, no, HAS been so sweet to me ever since we were friends back in kindergarten. He has been here for me, so now I'm going to be here for him! Gosh i sound like some sort of fantasy superhero...
	Even though it was seven in the morning, Ryan was already up cooking breakfast for the both of us.
	"Morning Beautiful!" He smiled and blushed as he said those words.
	"M-morning.." I may have only mumbled, but he knew what i was saying. I sat up to grasp conscienes with the real world. My senses were still blurry when Ryan came over to give me a kiss to my cheek.
	"I'm fixing us some omelets, what do you want on yours?" That was odd.. I never have eggs in here. I guess he brought some with him, all well i don't mind a amazing meal right now.
	"just cheese in the middle and salsa on top."
	"Okay hun, it'll be a few, so you can get dressed."
	Oh, My, God... I slept naked with another man!? What was i thinking!? *sigh* well at least he doesn't mind.. Well i hope he didn't. It seems like he didn't mind at all.
	It took me a few seconds to slip on some yellow compression shorts, jeans and a shirt. By then i was pretty well awake and ready to eat.
	"Heh, almost done, mkay?"
	"Alright, I'm Starving!!"
	It was a minute before a exquisitely made omelet was before my eyes. It was almost perfect with everything layered precisely. The best part was that it tasted SO good! 
	Ryan sat down at the table, with a serious look on his face. I stopped eating to give him room to speak.
	"Scott, I have something to ask you. It has been troubling me still, and it's part of the fact i'm gay. It's.. Hard to say. You're beautiful. You're an amazing friend and i know you love me as much as i love you, And.. You're perfect. Erm.. Would you be my boyfriend?"
	I sat there in awe at the amazing words he just said. I didn't know what to say. so I got out of my seat, and walked over to him.
	"Please, don't hurt me, it's okay if you say no.. I'm just.."
	I picked him up by his shirt, and gave him the most romantic kiss ever. I'm sure think he thought that too, he was well into it. 
	"In other words Ryan, I mean yes." We were done eating, so we went back to bed and cuddled for awhile longer..
	We fell asleep again, except i was the first to wake up. I whispered 'Carpe Diem.' And it turns out, Ryan was a light sleeper and heard me say that.
	"What? Is that German or something?"
	"Oh, G'morning.. Again! Heh, it's Latin and it means Sieze the day."
	"Ahh, So otherwise, don't look past the day ahead of us and live like there is no tommorrow?"
	"Close." I shared a laugh with him and he held me tightly before i could get up.
	"Gonna have to be quicker than THAT!" 
	"I would rather be here than standing up!" We both heard a loud slam on the rock door. 
	"Son, Better get yur ass out here!"
	I say whispering, "Oh god, Ryan, that's my dad!"
	"It's okay, we will be alright, he can't do much, now can he?"
	He busted the rock in half, Looking super pissed off. I couldn't describe the look in his eyes now, but if I was to have to take a guess, Death and hatred. My look, shock and horror.
	"WHAT THE HELL YOU BE DOING IN BED WITH ANOTHUR MAN!? THE BIBLE SAYS NOTHING 'BOUT MEN WITH OTHER MEN!"
	"I.. I mean.. Uhh.."
	"Scott can do what he wants! He is my boyfriend, and nothing will change that!"
	I looked at Ryan, and he saw what my expression said, 'Dude, you just screwed up, big time.' Except my dad just calmed down, hit the rock again and left. I was sweating by that time and shaking, hard.
	"Hun, it will be okay, forget your dad he knows nothing."
	"I really don't know. I just don't" *sigh* "I wish i did."
	He hugged me tighter than before, and it calmed my fur down, or what was left of it. I just can't come to think how my dad saw me there, how he really saw me in his eyes. What was I to him now?
	Ryan kept holding me close as I interrupted the silence.
	"I think I might go home now.. Get some thigns straight with my dad."
	"Okay... Be safe and call me if you need anything."
	"Alright, love you."
	"I loved you first!"
	
	I was about a half-mile home when the thoughts raced through my head on how my entrance might become. I could enter the house, loved by my mother and father, either or, or none. I could walk in to a world of love, or a world of hate. Before i knew it, I was walking up the steps to my porch almost crying. I drew myself together and walked in to hear my dad yelling at my mom about my sexuality. 
	"Dara, He became this way cause you treat him like a baby all da time! I raised him to be a man, not sum faggot boy."
	I couldn't speak, I was frozen. Then my dad stepped downstairs and saw me standing there.
	"Uhh.. Hey dad! what's up!?"
	"Shut up.. NOW!"
	He just walked over and beat me shitless. I don't even want to describe how it felt, or how it seemed, but before i blacked out, i remember hearing the words, "Go to hell faggot."

	I woke up in my hideout, Bruised and sore. I was alone. No Ryan, No nothing. Just me on my bed with some lacerations in my face. I felt horrible and like no one cared. I then remembered how Ryan felt about me, so i decided to call him..
	*dial*
	"Moshi moshi."
	"H-hey Ryan.."
	"Hey sweetey! How ya feeling?"
	"Come to the hideout, and quick. Bring some alcohol, and alot of bandages. Love you."
	I cut the line before he could say anything. I didn't want to hear what he said until we met here in person. It would be for the best. I was scared and lonely, until Ryan came in quick and gasped really loudly.
	"OH MY GOD!? What happened to you?"
	"What'dya think? Heh.." 
	"This isn't funny Scott, Lemme get'cha cleaned up."
	He cleaned my cuts with alcohol, and even though it hurt badly, I needed it, I have been out for quite some time and they could already be infected. He covered my face with bandages and kissed all the wounds like any stereotypical Mother/son moment, but his kisses were amazing, and out of this world compared to mothers.
	"Any better?"
	"Yea, physically, but not emotionally."
	"What did your father do?"
	"He blamed my mother for me being gay, and he came down, abused me and.. the last thing he said to me before i blacked out.. was.." I started sobbing and couldn't talk.
	"Shhh.. Don't cry." I stopped crying.
	"Okay, now tell me what did he say."
	"He said, Go to hell faggot." I sobbed even more. We were sitting down, and then lay down were i was before, dispite the blood. 
	"Im glad to have you Ryan.. I just don't know where to go, my dad is surely going to kick me out when i go back, I... I just.."
	"You can live with me! My mother wouldn't mind."
	"... What about your dad?"
	"I don't have a dad... He died in the war almost a year ago."
	"Oh, I'm sorry i brought it up. But I would love to live with you."
	"I would love you living with me also!"
	"I love you Ryan. Alot."
	"I know you do.. I know."