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Decades Chapter Two by Jeevestheroo

Decades Chapter Two

This is the story of two furs as they go through their lives together, a decade at a time. It's a project I've been working on for a while now, in my head and on paper, and I'm so glad to be posting it for the furry public to see at long last. I can't remember the last time I ever invested so much emotionally in a series.

I really hope that you'll give it a read, and follow these two in their life together from start to finish. Hopefully it'll reward you at least a fraction as much as writing it has rewarded me.

The characters of John and Samantha were created by me, Jeeves, and should not be used without permission.

Decades - '14'

"No way, that's crazy! Why would Angelique call you that?"

It was a gorgeous summer morning, the kind of day when even the most technology loving of kids were thrown out of the house by their parents to go play outside and enjoy the good weather. For Samantha Walsh and John Douglas however, the beautiful weather was just another reason for them to spend the day together without their parents. For seven years, ever since John's family moved out of London and into the country village where Samantha had lived her entire life, the raccoon and the lemur had been the best of friends. It hadn't mattered to them that he was a boy and she was a girl, even at the age when most of their friends had baulked at such a thought. They were both just so glad to have a cool kid their own age living just three doors away! Theirs was the kind of friendship all kids dreamed of; close enough geographically that a playdate wasn't necessary for them to hang out, and close enough as friends that even though they'd had their fair share of fights and arguments over the years, they'd never grown sick of one another.

Now though, fourteen years old and now truly beginning the transition from child to teenager, this friendship they shared was on the cusp of becoming something else. Something more. They didn't just like each other anymore, they liked each other in that giggling, blushing, first crush way that was so adorable to witness, and so awkward to experience firsthand. Their saving grace was the fact that they'd been such good friends before these feelings began to develop, and that they both felt the way they did about their best friend. Thus any awkwardness was offset by the closeness they'd always shared, and indeed by the fact that they were both so intent on concealing their own feelings that they remained utterly oblivious to the rather obvious, poorly concealed feelings of their friend.

"Well, I dunno. I mean... I did flunk that history test pretty badly. I mean, you know I suck at history, JD. Dates, famous people and what they did, I just can't memorise them."

The two furs paused on the path, watching as a pair of ducks took off from the lake just a short distance away. There were already quite a few people sitting and chatting by the grassy shores of the small lake, a number of whom the two teens recognised from the village, and for that reason neither John nor Samantha really wished to go and sit over there. They weren't antisocial kids by any stretch of the imagination, and both had a fair number of friends, some shared, some with just one of them or the other. But when they were chatting like this, hanging out together, they liked it to be just the two of them. It was hard enough to find someone to share your personal feelings with when you were that age, let alone sharing it with someone while there were others, potentially gossipy others, listening in.

"Be fair, Sam. You don't suck at history, you're just not interested in it. There isn't a subject at school you enjoy that you don't get As and Bs in for every test and assignment. Hell, if you weren't so cool you'd be a real geek!"

Proceeding further along the path, Samantha's eyes widened in mock offense as John teased her. Watching his grin only broaden as he drank in her playfully shocked, affronted expression though, the lemur soon ceased her act. The two furs fell silent, and for almost twenty seconds they walked in silence, comfortable, familiar silence.

"Hey!"

Tail puffing out and arms flailing like a crashing helicopter, John cried out in shock as without warning Samantha shoulder barged him off the path and onto the soft grass. He fought valiantly to keep his balance, but in the end he simply couldn't help himself. Crashing down on his hands and knees, John broke his fall by rolling over on his shoulder, thus landing on his back before flattening out. The raccoon stared up at Samantha as she stood by the edge of the path, one paw over her muzzle and her amber eyes wide as she giggled madly.

"Damn, I got my ass kicked by a geek..."

The lemur's giggling trailed off as she heard John's taunting murmur, a wry, knowing grin crossing her face as he scrambled back to his feet and stared down at his blue jeans, now bearing a pair of green scuff marks on its knees.

"Well if I'm such a big geek then why do you hang out with me, JD? Maybe you're a closet geek yourself!"

Rolling his eyes, grinning every bit as broadly as Samantha herself, John shrugged.

"If I'm a geek, then what does that make you for pushing me over? The school bully?"

Pausing briefly to flex her imaginary biceps, pulling back the short sleeves of her t-shirt to better show off her supposed muscles, Samantha descended into a fresh fit of the giggles as she tried to respond to her friend.

"Oh wow... c-can you even imagine me trying to be a bully?"

Beaming more broadly than ever, John raised his dukes in a classic fist-fighting posture. He began to circle Samantha, laughing and whooping cheerily as the lemur raised her own fists and started to circle around him at the same time. Their tails twitched in rhythm as they boxed the air just a few inches from one another's hands, ducking, jinking and diving from side to side. This continued for almost two minutes, until a group of about six cyclists tried to pass them on the pathway and they were forced to scamper aside amid a cacophony of ringing bells and a few less than savoury words from the non-locals.

Looking along the path, both silently staring daggers at the cyclists for ruining their fun, the two furs eventually moved to face one another once again. John shrugged, a faded smile crossing his features. That little bout of shadow boxing may have been silly and childish, but it had been fun, and now the moment was over.

"Well, I guess we're done with that."

Samantha nodded in reluctant agreement, and preparing to resume their stroll down the lakeside path John began to turn away from the lemur once again. Just as he did so however, he saw something flying towards him out of the corner of his eye. A slow, exaggerated and yet shockingly well aimed punch; one final, backstabbing assault from his friend! John cried out in mock dismay, whirling round on the spot and bringing one of his own paws to bear in his defence. Quite by chance, he succeeded. Indeed he didn't just succeed, he damn well excelled. The lemur's closed fist sailed straight into his outstretched palm, and both he and Samantha found themselves staring in stunned amazement at the raccoon's reflexes while his fingers closed around the still balled up paw of his female friend.

After what must have been twenty or thirty seconds just staring, silently at the union of their hands, John still holding Samantha's fist tightly against his palm and the lemur making no effort whatsoever to dislodge herself, the two furs looked up at one another almost simultaneously. Their eyes met, briefly at first, then widening as they both failed to look away. They were trapped, unable to do anything but stand there with fist in palm and watch as a rosy glow began to burn upon not only their friend's cheeks, but their own as well.

It was Samantha, some innumerable time later, who reacted first. Her fist unclenched, spilling out into a true hand again still partially clenched within John's grip. She felt her fingers against those of the raccoon, both their hands trembling so violently they couldn't tell that their friend's hand was shaking every bit as much, and for a few heart stopping moments, their lithe digits entwined. John squeezed, gently, carefully. Samantha squeezed, fondly, affectionately.

A split second later the lemur drew back, retracting her hand sharply, as though burned, and mumbling a bashful apology to the wide eyed, dumbstruck raccoon. John said nothing, just stood and stared, and even as tear began to well up in Samantha's large, amber hued eyes, he still remained absolutely silent.

Unable to bear her friend's shocked, surely judgemental gaze for a single instant longer, Samantha took off past John at a run with tears beginning to streak their way down her cheeks. Only then did John follow, but she had no way of knowing that. She was blind, deaf and dumbstruck. Her mind was filled with a thousand angry, self loathing teenage thoughts. She was so stupid. She really was a retard. Now he knew, and even though she would have been quite happy for them to stay just friends that would never again be possible. He'd judge her. He'd hate her. He'd find someone better.

It took almost a minute for John to catch up with Samantha, the raccoon amazed that someone shorter than him by almost a foot could be so much faster. Eventually though John was close enough to reach out and snatch hold of one of Samantha's wrists with the very hand that had held hers just minutes ago. He didn't let go even as she slowed to a halt, and turned, still tearful and now breathless too, towards him.

"I'm so stupid. So fucking stupid. Angelique was right, I really am the biggest retard in the whole school."

In a typically teenage outburst of frustration, Samantha kicked out at a rock sitting by the edge of the path. Her trainer-clad foot made contact with the rock, and a sharp, ear-splitting whimper of pain escaped her as it failed to give way.

"S-shit! Such a retard!"

John frowned. He could see what she was thinking, even if she hadn't just said it, and he wished that there was some way for her to know that their situations could so easily have been reversed. If he had been the one to say something, or do something to reveal how he felt, he'd have thought himself the biggest asshole on the planet. He'd never have left his bedroom ever again. He would have been every bit as angry at himself and the world as she now seemed to be. But... she didn't have to be. Neither of them needed to be, if only he could think of some way to calm her down, and show Samantha how utterly wrong she was.

In a sudden burst of revelation, John's eyes widened once again. He pulled his hand back from her wrist, and fast as lightning took that same paw into his own. The raccoon tugged on Samantha's arm three times, twice to get her attention, then once more as she finally turned her sorrowful, angry gaze towards him. Their eyes met with fire and embarrassment for the second time in less than five minutes, and deliberately, purposefully, John slipped his fingers between those of Samantha's paw, entwining them and squeezing tightly.

"You're not a retard, Sammy. Fuck Angelique. Fuck you if you believe that for even a moment. You're not a retard. You're amazing."

Samantha suddenly had a very similar expression upon her face to the one which she had seen on John just minutes before. Sure her features were somewhat more emotional, tear trails still streaking her cheeks and her eyes rather reddened, but beyond that, she could have been doing a perfect impersonation of how John had been staring, dumbstruck, at her.

"Sammy, do you have the slightest idea how much I look up to you? As a friend, sure, but..."

The raccoon turned his head down for a moment, not in shame, but in what looked for the split-second Samantha had seen that look in his eyes, like fear.

"F-fuck..."

Squeezing her hand with his own as he muttered that expletive, realising he was too far in now to possibly bail out, John raised his gaze and met Samantha's own one more time.

"Sammy. I... I like you."

There.

He'd said it.

At last.

The raccoon swallowed thickly.

"I mean... I like you. You're hilarious, every bit as wonderfully geeky as me and more so. A-and... you're gorgeous. You're no retard, and anyone that thinks it can go to hell. I've known you for seven years, and I know you're one of the smartest furs I've ever met."

Samantha sniffled softly, a few new tears running down her cheeks as a purely emotional response rather than one born of any fresh sorrow. John smiled weakly, his throat dry and his mind screaming at him to shut up, and continued to talk.

"We get on so well, Sammy, a-and I'd give anything to stay your friend for life. So... this isn't me asking you to choose, or anything like that, okay? It's just my way of saying that... well, that you're fucking awesome Sammy. You're my best friend, and I love you."

The fourteen year old raccoon; the boy who when he was eight had eaten a handful of worms to prove to his older brother that he was still a man despite hanging out with a little girl, the perfect little gentleman who had spent three weeks searching for the perfect present for Samantha's last birthday, and three months saving up to buy it, leaned forward. He felt his lips puckering slightly, as though they knew what was coming and were prepared to guide him through the process. He breathed out, then in, a shallow, ragged breath through his nose. A moment later, John Douglas pecked Samantha Walsh upon the lips.

His first kiss.

Her first kiss.

Their first kiss.

John drew back a moment later, his face scarlet beneath its fur. He watched as Samantha stared back at him, the lemur's face bright red as she raised the fingertips of her free hand to her lips, touching where he'd kissed her.

"JD..."

Her nervous, emotional features contorted for a moment, and for a few horrible seconds John actually thought that his kiss was going to make his best friend cry. But then, joy of joys, that contortion released itself. Samantha giggled. She didn't just giggle in fact, she laughed. She laughed, and beamed, and threw her arms around John's neck, and...

And she kissed him. Not a peck, not a gentle bump of lips, but the most wonderfully amateur, clueless, adoring kiss ever shared between two teens who had never kissed romantically before.

Young love was born in that moment, and as John and Samantha stood together, still kissing, neither of them made any attempts to hide or deny that fact. This, undeniably and categorically, even though neither of them had ever experienced it before, was love.

The kiss ended soon after, the two young furs too inexperienced and unaware to know exactly what they were supposed to do with tongues or anything of that sort. Samantha's arms withdrew from around John's neck, and the raccoon shuffled his feet nervously upon the path as he felt his tail waving rapidly from side to side behind him, similar to the crazed manner in which his dear friend's fifth limb was also thrashing around. They watched one another intently for almost a minute, both blushing, both grinning inanely and both as red as tomatoes.

Out of nowhere, without rhyme or reason other than the knowledge that much as they'd both have loved to, they couldn't stay here forever, John broke the silence and addressed Samantha.

"D-do you want to go back to my place, maybe do some studying for our next history test in the back garden?"

Samantha nodded, not saying a word, and after turning one hundred and eighty degrees to face back the way they'd come from, the pair began to walk side by side as though absolutely nothing had happened.

Except... as they made their way back along the lakeside path, past the spot where the cyclists had forced them apart from their bout of shadow-boxing and instigated the punch which had led, indirectly, to their kiss, John extended his right hand from where it had been swinging gently by his side.

Giggling quietly to herself, Samantha took his hand in her own. Their fingers entwined once again, and the two teens shared a sideways glance.

Never before, and perhaps never again after that brief, giddy and knowing look, had two furs ever smiled so brightly, or felt so truly, remarkably happy.

By Jeeves

Decades Chapter Two

Jeevestheroo

This is the story of two furs as they go through their lives together, a decade at a time. It's a project I've been working on for a while now, in my head and on paper, and I'm so glad to be posting it for the furry public to see at long last. I can't remember the last time I ever invested so much emotionally in a series.

I really hope that you'll give it a read, and follow these two in their life together from start to finish. Hopefully it'll reward you at least a fraction as much as writing it has rewarded me.

The characters of John and Samantha were created by me, Jeeves, and should not be used without permission.

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