It Is Well
I own Nothing
Warning: This is one of my... edgier stories. Don't worry, this isn't based on actual events in my life. ENJOY! =)
"Whoa," said Demi.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Um... all this because you're stressed out?"
"Not really, but... I thought it would be nice." I answered. Demi shrugged.
"Alright, write it."
The bird dusted off his dress shirt with his wings and threw his suit over his shoulder. "Dang it," He muttered, looking around. "Where's my wallet?"
"Here you go," smirked his female falcon secretary he just had sex with.
"Thanks," He sighed to his secretary.
"You sure your wife won't be too upset about us if she finds out?" She asked, cheekily.
"By the way she spends money? No," Crane gruffly squawked. His relationship with his wife was strained ever since his wife started using his money and not even interacting with him at all, saying that she was "Too busy." Which was funny, considering she only cleaned the house. Why not leave her and go with the secretary? Too many problems. It was a mistake not to use a prenup. And the secretary wasn't looking for a permanent relationship. While his marriage was a complete facade, he had long lost any kind of sympathetic compassion for his wife to try anything. He had been married for 10 years and the last two had been anything but romantic or loving. "Who's the next patient?"
"Mrs. Crowmiser has canceled her appointment," The secretary replied, fixing her dress.
"Good, that old crow was getting on my feathers," Crane muttered, "Dear heavens, I hate rich people sometimes."
"What about your friend, Tigress?"
"She's the exception," Crane muttered. Crane worked as a psychologist and counselor. "So I'll just wait for the next patient then." He looked at the clock. 10:30 am. "Oooo, the next one isn't until closing," Crane smirked at his secretary. "That means we have some time alone." He confidently wrapped his wing around her shoulder. The falcon rolled her eyes.
"Unfortunately, your friend, Tigress, just called in. Remember, she wanted you to look into her boyfriend?" Crane groaned.
"Ah, yeah. Mr. 'Stop the parties'. What's wrong with him?"
"Well, Tigress said that he's been having some acid reflux and the doctor says it's due to anxiety. She wants you to see if talking to him will help," the secretary replied, "You know since you're a good friend and all."
"You make it sound like I'm not," Crane protested. "Where is the guy?"
"He should be in the lobby right now," Crane sighed as he walked to the lobby. Tigress, his friend from college, was the inventor of the Meishenme, and she became a billionaire off of it. She also threw awesome apartment parties. Crane knew that Tigress herself didn't like the parties, but her close friends did and they would convince her to host them because "She needed a 'lucky' break."
The tables turned on them, however, when Tigress stopped having the parties shortly after she got a new boyfriend that lived in the room underneath her. Tigress told them that she stopped the parties for his sake, but she wouldn't explain any further than that. Crane just saw this guy as a party pooper. He saw the parties as a way to get away from his situation at home. Like having sex with the falcon wasn't doing that enough. In the bird's mind, the guy was probably some old, religious, or overall jerk that wanted Tigress for her money.
"Why did he have to move there?" Crane asked her once. The large loft that Tigress lived in had noise-canceling pads on the walls. She was on the top level, so no one upstairs could argue. The only weak spot was the floor, which her boyfriend was underneath and absolutely no one was on that floor but him.
But Crane had to give it to this guy. Most of Tigress's boyfriends didn't last for three full years. Maybe he was special. Crane gave a short chuckle. He doubted it.
"Mr... Ping?" Crane said, stepping into the lobby. He looked up from his paper to see a large young panda that was a little on the lean side. He looked pretty fit for a panda and smallish too, even though he was taller than Crane. "Come right in," Crane said as if nothing was happening. He was pretty good at acting. The panda walked in with a big goofy smile. This person didn't look like the kind to have any stress or anxiety. Then again, looks are deceiving. The panda walked into his office and sat down on the couch. "So Mr. Ping."
"Please. Po will do," The panda replied.
"Okay, Po. You've been dating Tigress for a while and she says you have acid reflux and that it's stress-induced?" Crane asked as routine.
"Yeah, I guess," Po shrugged. "And well, she thinks it has to do with all the things with Huai's."
"I see, and who is Huai?" Crane asked.
"Oh, she's my first wife," Po explained.
"Wait, what?" Crane stopped. "You've been previously married?"
"Yeah." Crane knew that one of Tigress's dating rules was that she wouldn't date people who were previously married. Too many past problems. This panda may be more special than Crane first thought.
"Okay, go on."
"Yeah, so with Huai's crazy mess, our son, and the fire, Tigress thinks that it's all coming to a head," Po replied.
"I see. Um... you mind explaining everything. It's cliché, but start with your childhood," Crane suggested, taking a pen and paper out.
"Um... okay. Well, my dad was a panda, but interestingly my mom was a grizzly. She died giving birth to me. Anyways, my dad and I were always very close. He would always tell me about the wonders of marriage."
"Now, why do you bring that up?" Crane asked.
"Well, growing up I was friend zoned a lot. I also crushed very easily. I didn't realize it until later, but a few women were taking advantage of me as well. I guess I allowed that because I wanted the marriage my father had with his wife."
"Oh, so... how does this fit with your first wife?" Crane asked.
"Oh, well. I went to college to be a business major in culinary arts. I was going to open my own restaurant. But in college, that's when I met Huai," Po sighed, remembering the day.
Po walked aimlessly through the corridors of the college. Never before had he felt more alone in his life. His high school friends already had their own groups. He ended up in the wrong class three times this week and his classes were all over the place. "It will be hard the first few weeks," His father told him.
"Yeah, but I didn't think it would be this hard," Po muttered as he went to one of his science classrooms. Po did okay in science so he wasn't really worried about it. He was using the science classrooms to study. It was normally empty, the library was packed, and the panda's dorm room had too many distractions. Luckily, he didn't have a roommate the first semester, although he wishes he did. At least he would have someone to talk to. When he walked inside of the classroom, he saw a female snow leopard. She was very pretty, in shape, and had beautiful green piercing eyes. When she looked up from her books and looked at Po, he froze for a moment. "Dang it," He muttered. He hated how he acted when he was near pretty girls.
"Hello," She greeted with a smile.
"H...hello," Po stuttered.
"You're new here, aren't you?" She asked, smiling at the panda's nervous demeanor. Po mentally cursed himself. Was he that obvious? "Did you have this room reserved?"
"No, no, no," Po replied. "I... usually no one's in this room, so I study here." The snow leopard examined the panda closer.
"I think you're in my College Algebra II class."
"Yes, I think. Professor Shifu teaches it?"
"Yeah. I've heard of you. You're Po, the math whiz," she said. Po scratched the back of his head nervously.
"I wouldn't say math whiz. 2 and 2 just come together to make 4. I can do that faster than most," Po humbly replied. The feline giggled.
"Silly panda. You're funny. Would you like to study with me?" She asked. Po's eyes widened.
"Yyyy yes. Sure," Po stuttered as he sat next to the snow leopard. "What's your name?"
"Huai, I'm a freshman," Huai replied.
"Same here. Although, I'm a bit younger than most."
"Wow, you must be pretty smart then. Why aren't you in some medical or science place?"
"Because I want to actually enjoy myself and not be stressed beyond measure?" Po joked. Huai giggled.
"I guess you're right." Just then a male snow leopard came into the room. He was slender yet Po could tell he had a lean muscle structure. He had bright blue eyes too. "Hey, Wugu."
"Hey, Huai. I got your lunch for you." Said the male snow leopard.
"Aw, thanks, bro!" Huai smiled, hugging him tightly. "Oh, Po, this is my step-brother, Wugu."
"It's nice to meet you, Wugu," Po smiled goofily. Wugu chuckled at Po's mannerism.
"It's good to see you again," Wugu replied.
"Again?" Po asked.
"You spilled juice on my shoes in the cafe?" Wugu smirked. Po nervously laughed.
"Hehe, sorry," Po apologized.
"So how are you liking college? Already making friends?" Wugu asked. The male snow leopard looked older. He was probably a junior. Po looked at the ground sadly.
"No, not really." Po sighed.
"Aw, why don't you stay with us for a while?" Huai offered. Po smiled widely.
"Sure," Po said naively.
"So you made your first friends?" Crane guessed, thinking the story started off pretty well. Po sighed.
"Well, I thought they were my friends."
To Be Continued...