I ring the doorbell to my house. My dad answers the door.
"Hey Dad!" I hug him and he lifts me up.
"Hi Copper. How was your day at school?"
"It was pretty good."
"Well, that's good. You're certainly happy today," he sets me down and looks at Brass, "So who's this? A friend of yours?"
"Yeah, this is Brass."
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Tiger." Brass says happily, extending his paw. My dad shakes paws with him.
"Well, it's nice to meet you too, Brass."
We walk inside, Brass following me closely. My dad asks us,
"Are you two hungry? I just finished cooking."
"Yes." I answer
"Yes, sir." Brass says. We enter the kitchen.
"Copper, can you help me with this?" my dad asks. I nod and walk over to him. Brass sits at the bar, staring at us. My dad hands me two plates. He puts a slab of meat on each, as well as on his plate on the counter. I grab the silverware and give Brass his food.
"Thank you, Mr. Tiger!" He smiles and starts eating.
"You're quite welcome, Brass." my dad replies. I sit down next to Brass.
"So Dad, where's Mom?"
"She's working overtime....again..."
"...So, Brass, how did you and Copper meet?" My dad asks.
"Well, some guys were bullying him, so I decided to help him."
"I-if he hadn't stepped in when he did, they would've beaten me up..." I add.
"Well, thank you for helping out my baby boy."
"Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore!!!!" I groan.
"It doesn't matter how old you get, you'll always be my baby boy," my dad smiles, ruffling my hair,
"How do like my cooking, Brass?"
"It's delicious! You're the best cook, sir!"
After we finish eating, I ask,
"Umm, Dad, you mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it, Copper?"
"Umm, well....would you mind....if Brass....stayed here with us?"
"What?! We barely even know him!!" his whiskers stand on end.
"Y-yeah... I know... B-but he doesn't have anywhere else to go..."
"Brass, where're your parents?
Brass swallows a lump in his throat.
"They--they kicked me out..."
My dad looks both shocked and uneasy.
"But, why would they do something like that?"
"W-well, it's--it's because they found out that I'm gay..." Brass looks down sadly.
"Oh, well that's just horrible. Folks and their prejudices..." My dad crosses his arms and shakes his head.
I look at him pleadingly,
"Dad, please?? He has nowhere to go. We can't just let him stay on the streets. Think of what could happen to him..."
"....." he deliberates.
"Dad, pleeeease?!" I beg him.
He sighs, nursing his forehead,
"Copper, just...give me some time to think about it..."
"...Okay...," I whine and look at Brass,
"Come on Brass, let's go to my room..." He nods and gets up. We go upstairs. I open the door to my room and close it behind us. Brass looks around cheerfully.
"Copper, your room looks so cooooool!!" he exclaims.
"Heh, thanks," I sit on my bed, in front of the TV. He plops down on my beanbag,
"You want to play video games?"
"Sure!" he replies happily.
After a few hours, I hear a knock on my door.
"Come in!," I answer. It's my dad,
"Oh, hey Dad...S-so, c-can he stay? I ask nervously.
"Well, Copper, I thought about it, and I asked your mother. Brass, you can stay here as long as you need to."
Brass's eyes glimmer,
My dad nods. Brass hugs him, crying,
"T-thank you so much, sir! You won't regret it!"...