Maine could see his house in the distance, through the trees. It was hard to miss. It was the only house in the woods, and it was massive, including a garage right next to it that was almost the same size as the house itself. He rolled down the window, breathing in the rushing air. That was one benefit of living in the woods. All the air was fresh.
As he approached his driveway, he could see a figure standing at the side. A purple furred wolf. His snout was teal, and his tail was lined in three colors: lime, teal and red. Maine leaned his head back as he got closer, recognizing the person of whom was waiting for him. He slowly pulled in, stopping right next to the wolf.
“Did you need something, Treedor?”
The young wolf leaned down, smiling a bit.
“I was wondering if you were busy tonight.”
“Not you too.” Maine rolled his eyes, sighing in disgust, slowly rolling up his window and driving to his garage. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Treedor walking along side the black muscle car. Without even looking, he reached up, hitting a button, opening the garage.
As the Chevelle approached the inside, the garage was emitted in a bright light, revealing several other cars, and a few empty spots. He coasted his car into one of the empty spots and shut off the engine, the noise slowly dying down.
The door opened up, his feet slowly being planted firmly on the ground. He reached back, grabbing his new guitar, and closing the door as he pulled it out. He then proceeded to lock the door, and then turn his attention to the purple canine approaching him.
The pup shook his head, staring at Maine. “You know, you can be a stubborn mutt at times, you know that? All I wanted to know is you wanted to hang out with me and ZigZag tonight.”
The older wolf snorted, a slight smile emerging from his lips. “I know. And you think it’s a good idea to have me hanging out with Ziggy? I mean, he’s my friend, yes. But he’s also a jerk.”
“True. But still, it would do you good. You really need to get away from your house.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” Maine walked past his friend, heading for the pathway to his house. The younger wolf followed close behind.
“Come on, Maine. You need to go out in the town. If you spend too much time to yourself, you’ll start becoming a hermit.”
“Is that a terrible thing?” He reached inside his pocket, pulling out his house keys and sticking it inside the door, turning it, waiting until her heard the clicking noise of his doing unlocking before turning the handle.
“Not unless that person is you. You are one of the most outgoing, friendly, helpful people I have ever known. This is not like you at all.”
“’Dor…Why do you think that I want to be alone? Because something tragic happened to me for the second time in my life…and this time, I can’t run away from it. I can only distract myself from it.”
Treedor extended his hand, gently placing it on Maine’s shoulder. “I know you are hurting, buddy. But your friends want to help you. We want you to forget about h-“
Maine shrugged off Treedor’s hand, looking him dead in the eyes. “Do not bring it up.”
The purple mutt let his lips droop slightly, lowering his gaze. “Sorry. I just want to help.”
“You know, you are starting to sound a lot like Laura right now.” Maine closed the door, hanging up his keys. “She called me earlier today, inviting me to a party. And when I said ‘no,’ she got that same sad tone in her voice, and said almost the exact same thing.”
“For a good reason! We just want to help you, Maine!”
“I know you guys do. But like I told Laura, I want some time to myself. Plus, I have plans tonight.”
“I really don’t think you should be by yourself.”
Maine raised his eyebrow, a funny grin emerging from his lips. “Oh you don’t, dad?”
“You should be with someone tonight. You seem more on edge than you have this entire past month.”
“I want to be alone.”
“I can’t let that happen.”
“And who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do, kid?”
“As a friend, I am strongly suggesting you be with someone tonight.”
“That’s not happening.” Maine jerked his head back forwards, walking into the living room and placing the guitar and case on the nearest couch.
“At least take Scrapes with you.”
Maine paused, tail swishing side to side. After a moment, he looked at Treedor.
“Isn’t he going to Laura’s party with his girlfriend?”
“First off, they are not official yet. Second, he didn’t want to go. You know him. He is shyer then you are when you are around girls you don’t know.”
The blue wolf began stroking his chin, pondering this thought. Then smiled, turning his attention back to the multicolored wolf.
“You know what? That’s fine. Scraps can tag along. He is the quietest of us all, and he is less likely to bother me with trying to make me forget about things.”
Treedor crossed his arm, shaking his head. “Of course you’d hang out with the quietest one of us. Fine. I’ll call him now. What time should he show up?”
“Tell him to be here around 6 PM. And tell him to wear at least a hoodie. He will want something warm to wear, now that the nights are getting chili.”
The pup pulled out his phone, dialing in Scraps number. “Will do. I’m just glad you decided to have someone come along.”
Maine turned away, his smile disappearing. “Yeah. It used to be her.” He slowly sat down, grabbing his T.V. remote, turning the idiot tube on, trying to pass the time.