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"Eww, are you serious? Blue-eyes over there?"
The floppy-eared mutt rolled her eyes. "Yea. He wasn't even trying to hide it either."

Style snickered as Kenya pinned her ears back and made a face. "Weirdo. I don't think I've seen him around here before. Must be new," she huffed. "I don't like the looks of that guy. Dumb tourist looks like he's gonna get into trouble."

Style smirked. "Yea, probably will."

The maned wolf placed her surfboard on the ground and smiled. "Well, let's see if pretty-boy can take a hint."

Style looked her, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's see if he's smart enough to take your advice," Kenya said, walking towards her truck, which took her right past the blue-eyed dingo mix.

"Wait Kenya," Style said, tripping after her. "Since when do you have a bad streak?!"

Kenya chuckled, "Since forever. He just looks like someone who needs a good smack upside the head." She turned to the wolf with an innocent look. "Plus, I forgot my surf wax. Gotta have surf wax."

Style pinned back her ears. "What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Whatever it was, did you check the expiration date? Maybe it was moldy. Maybe you ate some mold and it went straight to your brain."

"I like messing with tourists, they're so clueless, and it's pretty hilarious, you have to admit." Kenya rolled her eyes and kept walking. She grinned as she passed the dingo, watching his ears swivel forward. Oh yea, this loser definitely needs a good smack. She opened up the door to her truck, and started to dig around in the compartments for some surf wax. She listened as footsteps approached the truck.

"Hey there miss. Can I ask you a question?" the dingo said, leaning an arm up against the rusted paint of the old Chevy.

Kenya perked up her ears, and backed out of the driver's side. "Sure!" she said with a peppy smile.

"Well, I'm new here, er, just passing through really, and I was wondering if you knew any good places to eat." He said, eyeing the maned wolf mix.

"Hmm… Well, if you go right up the road, and you take a right, then another right, there's a really great restaurant named Rita's, they've got the best barbecue sandwiches." Kenya pointed down the road, looking around to see if he had a car or what. "Who are you again?"

"Hale." he said with a grin. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Kenya!" she replied with a smile. "So, how are you planning to get there exactly?" She asked, tilting her head innocently to the side.

"Oh, well, I walked here from my uh, hotel room. Where I'm staying for the next like 2 weeks." Hale said, slightly tripping over his words.

"Well, it's not a far walk! You'll get there in like 5 minutes!" Kenya said, grabbing the wax she had been looking for and closing the door to her truck. "I've got to go, the waves are waiting!"

"Oh, ok. Well maybe I'll see you around Kenya!" Hale said, a little put off that she had just abruptly ended their conversation.

"Sounds good! Bye Hale!" Kenya said, waiving at him as she walked back down to the water's edge.

"You didn't hit him. I really wanted you to hit him." Style said, eyeing Kenya as she knelt down next to her board to wax the surface.

"Yea, I wanted to hit him too. But he's just another dumb tourist." she sighed. "There are way too many tourists around here in the summer. It drives me crazy!"

"Well, you're the only one with that pet peeve, you weirdo." Style joked. "Alright, I came here to watch you surf, not to watch you screw with idiots." she said with a grin.

"Yea yea, alright." Kenya said, kicking sand at Style's feet before she ran off into the water, before the wolf mix could retaliate.

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"Style was really impressed you know. With your surfing and all." Shor said, looking at Kenya with a smile.

She smiled back at him, "Well, all I got when I got out of the water was a face full of sand. I guess I deserved it though. But still, it didn't feel like a very impressed face full of sand. Just a sort of 'you're stupid' face full of sand." Kenya said jokingly.

Shor chuckled. "Well, she really was impressed. You should teacher sometime, I'm sure she would love to learn!"

Kenya's eyes widened in fake horror. "Just the two of us? Alone in the ocean? Shor she'd drown me!"

He rolled his eyes and smiled. "You really should. She look at you like a sister sort of now."

"Sort of? Well I guess that's something." Kenya smiled, knowing that the spunky mutt was growing on her. "How about you? Do anything interesting today?"

"Yea, this guy Zach came in, as part of the whole mentoring thing. He was a little weird, but he played 'I Want Crazy' pretty well and sang better than he looked like he might." Shor said, as he placed his guitar back gently against the wall.

"Did you play for him?"

"Yea, he seemed a little shy. This was actually his second day coming in though. Yesterday he seemed really tense, but today he looked like he loosened up a bit."

"A tense musician?" Kenya asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's kinda weird. And then he played 'I want Crazy'? Sounds like the guy doesn't really know what he's doing yet."

"Well, his papers said he was working on his first album, so he's pretty new. Funny guy though. He tried to 'read' me, and he was totally off," Shor said with a chuckle.

"Really? What did he say?" Kenya said, tilting her head with a smile.

Shor rolled his eyes. "He said I was a 'partier' and a 'romancer'." He chuckled, "But I read him right back, and read him like a book too. He almost looked bewildered that I did. I'll bet he was real proud that he could pick people out like that, and I one-up'd him. Poor guy."

Kenya laughed. "Well, you can be a partier when the music is right and you're in the mood. And I think you're an ok romancer," she said, smiling at the white wolf mix.

Shor nudged her with his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "He also asked about that painting. You know, the one I had hanging up for a while? He noticed the dust around it on the wall, guess I didn't realize that I'm that behind on cleaning."

"You mean that dumb old thing that that guy gave to you? Who was that again?"

Shor stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, picking up a picture from a shelf and bringing it back. "My friend Benny. He wanted me to just hold it for him while he went off somewhere, doing who knows what. I got a call a couple of days ago though, he had a heart attack,"Shor said with a frown, handing Kenya the picture.

She froze as she looked at the picture of Shor with a grin, his arm looped around a man that must have been Benny.

"I don't know how I'm going to get it back to him. So I took it down to keep it from getting messed up, cause I don't know how long I'm going to have to have it." He looked down at the picture of him and Benny, not even knowing where he was now to deliver his painting back to him.

"Shor, how old is Benny?" Kenya asked, eyes glued to the picture.

"He's older. I don't know exactly how old. Why?"

"Did he have any kids?" She stared at the man's blue eyes and golden pelt. That goofy grin on his face was unmistakable.

"Mmm, I don't think so. I know he had a nephew that he talked about a lot. He seemed really fond of him. What was his name…"

"Hale," Kenya answered.

"Yea, Hale, that's right. How did you know that?" he asked, looking at Kenya and wondering how she knew Benny's nephew.

"I've met him." Kenya took her eyes off of the picture. "Can I see the painting that he gave you?" She asked, standing up off of the couch.

Shor put the picture back where it was on the shelf, and shrugged. "Yea, sure. It's nothing that special really."

Kenya followed him through the winding hallways that she knew she would never get used to. Shor opened a door to a room and pulled out the painting. He gently wiped a small layer of dust off of the front, and showed it to Kenya.

She looked closely at the painting, finding and memorizing the signature. "Huh, wonder why he wanted you to save it for him. Why couldn't he just take it back to wherever he lives himself?"

"Beats me," Shor said with a shrug, putting the painting back.

"Oh gosh Shor, look at how late it is. I promised myself I'd be in bed early tonight, I had a long day of surfing and I'm really tired." Kenya yawned, and started back in the direction that she thought was where the door was.

Shor sped up to get in front of her and make sure she knew where she was going. "Well, if you're really that tired, you can sleep here tonight. We've got an extra bedroom, and I'm sure Rol and Style won't mind at all," he said, looking concerned.

"No, I'm fine," she said with a chuckle, "I can make it home."

Shor put is hand on the handle of the door to open it for Kenya, but he looked at her first. "You ok Kenya? You seem a little off tonight." The wolf mix tilted his head with a worried look.

Kenya yawned again. "Oh Shor, I'm fine!" She said, throwing her arms around him. He sighed and she felt his breath against her ear.

"Alright. Just be safe getting home." He said, pulling her a little closer.

"Shor, I live 5 minutes from your house," she said, trying to pull away from him and open the door. He let her go reluctantly.

"Call me when you get back to your house."

Kenya pushed open the door and pulled her keys out of her pocket. "Shoorrrr, I'll be fine! Honestly!"

He crossed his arms and pouted as he watched her climb into her truck. She smiled, and the corners of his lips turned up as he tried to keep a straight face.

Kenya stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed, pretending to shoo her out of his driveway. She waved and pulled out, turning on the radio for the 5 minute drive home.

She turned the dial until she came to one of her favorite country stations, and smiled when 'I Want Crazy' began to play. She turned the music up and sang along, waiting in her driveway for the song to end before she turned off the engine and got out. When the song ended, she pulled out the keys and locked her truck. She hummed the song as she sat down at her computer, pulling up Google as she searched for 'Zachary Gode'. She couldn't remember if Shor had said that he had an album out yet or not, and decided to search and see if he had some other country album out.

Scrolling through files on the computer, she clicked on one, and raised an eyebrow as she read about this Zach guy. His picture looked exactly like what Shor had described to her, I mean, how many blue Border Collies named Zachary Gode were there out there, but the story that she read didn't match up at all with the papers she had seen back at the studio, that had been faxed in the day before he met with Shor to start working with the dj. She searched through a few more files, and all of them had the same story. They sounded like they could really be real, but it didn't fit at all with the Border Collie that supposedly had spent most of his early years learning and loving music. She searched deeper, and found a file that was a few years older. It had a story that was completely different from the one that she had heard about and the one that she had seen. Something wasn't adding up.

She picked up her phone and dialed Shor's number, waiting as it rang.

"Hey Kenya! Everything ok?" He asked, sounding sleepy.

"Of course! I just thought I'd call you since I safely made the perilous drive down the dangerous road to my house," she teased, mocking Shor through the phone.

"Ok ok," he said, laughing, then yawning. "But it's late, and you should really go to bed."

"Hey, is that Zach guy coming over tomorrow again?" Kenya asked, closing her laptop and sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Yea," Shor said through another yawn, "Why?"

"Oh, I just thought I'd come over and watch him play! He sounds nice enough, and I'll even play and sing with him if he feels too shy."

"Alright, sounds good. Now will you go to bed?"

"Ok, ok," Kenya said, stifling a yawn. "Goodnight Shor."

"Goodnight Kenya."

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Part 2

Kenya woke up early, rubbing her eyes as the sun rose. She yawned and stretched as she realized that she had slept in the clothes that she had worn yesterday. She sighed, smoothed out her shirt, and made herself breakfast. After a look outside her window at the ocean, she decided to put on her bathing suit underneath her clothes and toss her board into her truck. She smiled and sang with the radio as she drove over to Shor's house.

Rol waved to her as he pulled out of the driveway in his truck, and she pulled in after him. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked through the door. Their house had practically become a second home to her, and she didn't bother knocking anymore. Kenya found Shor in his studio, setting up and cleaning things for when Zach's arrival. She walked up quietly behind him, trying to scare him. But before she could help herself, some of the dust from the room got in her nose and she sneezed.

Shor jumped and spun around, wielding the duster in his hands like a weapon. Kenya wiped her nose and laughed at Shor's wide eyes. He pouted and hit her with the duster, which she snatched from his hands and hit him back with.

"Doesn't look like you're doing a good job cleaning," Kenya said, sniffing again at the dust in the air.

"Well I was doing fine before you showed up," he said, trying to get the duster back from Kenya, who waved it around behind her.

She hopped over to the wall and quickly wiped the dust off that was around the painting. She sneezed again, as the dust flew around the room. Shor finally snatched the duster back, managing to make even more dust fly.

"Geez Shor, you really don't clean much, do you?"

"I do! But when you wave the dang thing around the dust flies everywhere." He said with a huff.

Kenya smirked. "I think you're just a gross boy who needs a girl to help him dust, because he obviously can't do it himself." She winked and Shor pretend to be hurt. Kenya perked her ears up as the doorbell rang.

"That's Zach, I'll get it!" Shor said, hurrying off to the door, as Kenya settled down with her blue guitar and waited to see the strange guy that was either going through an identity crisis or was dangerous.

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As Kenya walked down the hall behind Shor but in front of Hale and Zach, she slowed down slightly, pricking her sensitive ears to listen to what they were talking about.

"This is risky."

That sounded like Zach.

"It's all fine." That was definitely Hale. "We'll make our move sooner than expected but it'll work fine. You're ready in case we run into trouble?"

There was a pause, and Kenya's heart dropped into her stomach.

"All ready," Zach replied.

They have a gun. Oh my gosh Zach has a gun.

Kenya waited until Shor turned the corner, and decided that this creepy secretiveness ended here. She spun on her heel and threw a well-aimed punch at Hale's face, knowing he would go down with just one hit. Zach, on the other hand, was going to be harder to take down, especially since he had a gun. She decided to risk it and dove for the inside pocket of his jacket. She opened her mouth to warn Shor, but before she could react, Zach had suddenly grabbed a hold of her, one hand around her arms and one hand on her mouth, and he yanked the two of them into a closet, shutting the door with his foot. Kenya wriggled against him, knowing he had a greater weight and hight, but she was faster and smaller, and she knew she could move quicker than he could. She struggled, and Zach lost his grip a few times, realizing that she was stronger than he had thought she would be. She kept silent though, not wanting Shor to hear them. She was going to take Zach down, even if it meant she was going to have to go with him.

Kenya twirled around, but hit something that was in the closet, and Zach managed to pin her against the wall and put a hand back over her mouth.

"Alright, alright, easy," Zach growled lowly.

Kenya growled, fighting to get free. She faintly heard another voice, figuring that it was whoever was on the other side of his earpiece that she had spied earlier.

"You were doing research on me, huh?" Zach asked.

Kenya snarled and wriggled harder to escape his grip.

"Stop. Stop it. I'm not going to hurt you!"

Kenya looked him dead in the eyes with a glare that momentarily silenced the Border Collie.

"Listen to me- Listen!" He pushed his side against her to stop her from moving, and put his face a little closer to hers to make sure that no one else heard them. "I don't know what you heard or what you think-"

She glanced down at where he had his gun.

"You spotted my gun?"

She growled in assent.

"I'm not going to use it on you. Or Shor. I'm a good guy, I swear."

Kenya looked at him. She was mildly curious, wondering what would make him say something like that. But she was also angry, half because he had managed to hold her down, and half because he had lied and she didn't know if he was lying now. But most of all, she felt fear, knowing that Shor was still outside with Hale, and who knows what was happening to him.

"Kenya," he whispered. "I can't tell you everything. I am not here to hurt you. I'm here to protect Shor. That guy you just sucker punched out there? That's my best friend, he's my partner." He paused. "I also heard he was staring at you, sorry for that. He's a big flirt."

Kenya shrugged with a muffled huff, and Zach smiled for a second, before frowning again.

"I'm going to let you go, I'll answer any questions, but," he tightened his grip a little. "Don't scream. If you scream I will have to knock you out. And I reeaally don't want to do that."

Kenya look at him again, with that same paralyzing stare, but didn't move and didn't say a word. Zach slowly released the maned wolf mix, and she spun the rest of her body around to face him.

"Who are you really?!" She snapped, but keeping her voice down to a whisper and hoping that Shor wasn't near.

"I'm Zachary Gode," he said cautiously, talking in a whisper. "I am skilled and trained and I heard Shor was in trouble."
"You don't even know Shor!" she whispered indignantly.

"But Hale's uncle does, and he said Shor was in trouble. I met one of those bad guys this morning." He shook his head. "They're not nice guys."
"Is that why you just happened to slip out of the house and return with a bruised knuckle and pretty-boy?"

Zach nodded.

"What do they want with Shor?!"

"Listen, I can't tell you until I make sure he's safe," Zach groaned quietly. "You ever heard the phrase 'if I tell you then I'd have to kill you'?" She nodded, but with an angry look in her eyes. "Well if I tell you, they'll want to kill you. And you don't have to trust me or Hale. But if you care about Shor, and I know for a fact that you do, then you'll keep quiet about this."

She stared hard at him, thoughts racing in her head. She knew it was about that dumb painting. She assumed then that it must have some really high value if there are people after it who have no problem knocking off people in their way. She struggled with the fact that she was going to have to trust Zach, because he was all she had to go on. Plus, she had to make sure Shor was ok, and cooperating with Zach seemed like that was the only way to do that; at least until the status quo changed.

"Zach!" The voice sounded like Hale's, but it was faint. It must have been through his earpiece. She pricked her ears to listen in.

Zach put his hand to his ear, "Hale? I can barely hear you. What's wrong?!"

"Zach, we've got conmen,"Hale said quietly. "And they're getting close and they're armed."
Zach lifted his eyes to look at Kenya. "The bad guys are here. I have to get Hale and Shor. Stay here."

Stay here!? What in the world is he thinking!?

Zach opened the door and slipped out. Kenya pushed the door open, following right behind.
"I'm not staying," she snapped back at him. "If Shor's in trouble then I'm coming."
Zach huffed. "You're lucky I don't have time to argue. Stay close." They quickly made their way down the hallways. "Where are you, Hale?" Zach asked into his earpiece.

"Shor's studio. If they come down this hall they'll see us." Hale said, which was very faint to Kenya, but she still heard him.
"I'm on my way. I'll get there before they do." Zach sounded sure of himself and quickly started down the hall. Kenya followed him closely, knowing that he was armed and she was not, and he was going to have to be her first defense. Much to her annoyance, he periodically checked back behind him, as if needing to make sure she could keep up. She sneered at the back of his head.
"As soon as you can, you owe me an explanation," she growled. "Or I'll sack you like I did Hale."
Zach nodded. "Fair enough."

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After realizing that they had to get back to help Style, all four took off to get their cars. Hale went around back to where he had hastily parked his car, and Shor ran back into the house to lock the doors.

Kenya stayed right behind Zach, following him to the front driveway where both of their cars were parked. Zach walked up to his truck, and the second he reached into his pocket for the keys, Kenya jumped at him and grabbed his arms. She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, plus she had found a better way to pin him now that she had already tried once.

Once Zach was pinned agains the truck, Kenya held him and snatched the gun out of his pocket. She held it up to Zach's nose, and he realized that it was his turn to listen.

"Listen to me spy-boy. I can fight in hand-to-hand combat almost as well as you can. Plus I'm smaller and quicker than you. I can also shoot a gun. I want to know who is after this painting and exactly what we're up against. I also want a gun. You're going to tell me the rest of the plan before we go any further; I'm not going to hurl myself into a fight that I know nothing about." Kenya let him go, but fixed him against the car with a stare. "If you were really smart, and had done your research really well, you might have had half the sense to simply send Hale in and ask him for the painting; Shor would have seen his resemblance and just given it to him. But you had to do things the complicated spy-way and so now I'm in this, whether you like it or not." She stepped back to let him process the information. "Oh, and I want an earpiece too."

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Hale closed the door and left Kenya and Shor standing side by side. Style stood up from the couch and yawned.

Kenya's cheeks were on fire, and she anxiously dug in her pocket for her truck keys. She looked at Shor, his ears pinned back to his head like hers were. "I… I guess I'll… I guess I'll head home now," she stuttered.

Shor stood frozen as she opened the door and left, closing it softly behind her.

Style groaned. "Well, are you going to go get her, or what? You two are the worst. Dragging this out. Just go and get it over with, honestly!"

Something clicked in Shor's mind and he opened the door and ran outside. He watched the taillights of her truck fade down the highway, but that wasn't going to stop him. He jumped into his car and pulled out of the driveway, tailing after Kenya. He pulled into the driveway of her house right after she had gotten out. He watched her face as her expression went from confusion to joy, with embarrassment somewhere in-between there. He smiled. She wasn't getting away this time.

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Oops how long is that

too long whoops oh well

and there's more but I'm tired and it's late and yea I'm just as tired as Kenya is

Thanksgiving tomorrow aww yea gonna eat loads of turkey and pie holla

I'll try to finish tomorrow, but hehehe Zach attack better be careful

and oh wait

anthro whaatttt

that is my shirt and my shorts Kenya give those back

and I actually didn't mean for both of their shirts to say Billabong, but oops

upsides of having an unofficial girlfriend (because Shor said he hasn't had a girlfriend in a while so its like they'r getting closer but they're not quite there yet /cries a river) is that she buys him cutie surfer clothes yay

Part 2 Edit

ok so the first chunk is just some dumb filler Shenya because I can't help myself

the second chunk is a closer look into what Kenya was thinking and feeling when she tried and failed to grab Zach attack (arrgghhhh I've typed Zacn like 3094u0193 times during this rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) and what was running through her head as she was pinned to the inside of a closet by a sketchy guy with a gun

idk how would you feel but Kenya is like 'I don't even care about me but touch a hair on my unofficial boyfriend and I will murder your family

and the third chunk is Kenya being all 'yea you dragged us into this now let me be a spy too ok'

read this www.deviantart.com/art/The-Mus… if you want to kind of understand what's going on |D

Ediitttt (just that last chunk at the end)

adds in an awkward last chunk

tag Des you're it

time for the man suit to come out

be a man Shor

and since Shor is gonna make the first move, it's up to you to write it Des hehehehe

I am a turd I know oops

no but really ask me anything

we should just collab this last part

ommm its gonna be intense idk if i can handle

Zach, Hale, Shor, & Style ©

Art, Story, & Kenya ©

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"Eww, are you serious? Blue-eyes over there?"
The floppy-eared mutt rolled her eyes. "Yea. He wasn't even trying to hide it either."

Style snickered as Kenya pinned her ears back and made a face. "Weirdo. I don't think I've seen him around here before. Must be new," she huffed. "I don't like the looks of that guy. Dumb tourist looks like he's gonna get into trouble."

Style smirked. "Yea, probably will."

The maned wolf placed her surfboard on the ground and smiled. "Well, let's see if pretty-boy can take a hint."

Style looked her, raising an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Let's see if he's smart enough to take your advice," Kenya said, walking towards her truck, which took her right past the blue-eyed dingo mix.

"Wait Kenya," Style said, tripping after her. "Since when do you have a bad streak?!"

Kenya chuckled, "Since forever. He just looks like someone who needs a good smack upside the head." She turned to the wolf with an innocent look. "Plus, I forgot my surf wax. Gotta have surf wax."

Style pinned back her ears. "What did you eat for breakfast this morning? Whatever it was, did you check the expiration date? Maybe it was moldy. Maybe you ate some mold and it went straight to your brain."

"I like messing with tourists, they're so clueless, and it's pretty hilarious, you have to admit." Kenya rolled her eyes and kept walking. She grinned as she passed the dingo, watching his ears swivel forward. Oh yea, this loser definitely needs a good smack. She opened up the door to her truck, and started to dig around in the compartments for some surf wax. She listened as footsteps approached the truck.

"Hey there miss. Can I ask you a question?" the dingo said, leaning an arm up against the rusted paint of the old Chevy.

Kenya perked up her ears, and backed out of the driver's side. "Sure!" she said with a peppy smile.

"Well, I'm new here, er, just passing through really, and I was wondering if you knew any good places to eat." He said, eyeing the maned wolf mix.

"Hmm… Well, if you go right up the road, and you take a right, then another right, there's a really great restaurant named Rita's, they've got the best barbecue sandwiches." Kenya pointed down the road, looking around to see if he had a car or what. "Who are you again?"

"Hale." he said with a grin. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Kenya!" she replied with a smile. "So, how are you planning to get there exactly?" She asked, tilting her head innocently to the side.

"Oh, well, I walked here from my uh, hotel room. Where I'm staying for the next like 2 weeks." Hale said, slightly tripping over his words.

"Well, it's not a far walk! You'll get there in like 5 minutes!" Kenya said, grabbing the wax she had been looking for and closing the door to her truck. "I've got to go, the waves are waiting!"

"Oh, ok. Well maybe I'll see you around Kenya!" Hale said, a little put off that she had just abruptly ended their conversation.

"Sounds good! Bye Hale!" Kenya said, waiving at him as she walked back down to the water's edge.

"You didn't hit him. I really wanted you to hit him." Style said, eyeing Kenya as she knelt down next to her board to wax the surface.

"Yea, I wanted to hit him too. But he's just another dumb tourist." she sighed. "There are way too many tourists around here in the summer. It drives me crazy!"

"Well, you're the only one with that pet peeve, you weirdo." Style joked. "Alright, I came here to watch you surf, not to watch you screw with idiots." she said with a grin.

"Yea yea, alright." Kenya said, kicking sand at Style's feet before she ran off into the water, before the wolf mix could retaliate.

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"Style was really impressed you know. With your surfing and all." Shor said, looking at Kenya with a smile.

She smiled back at him, "Well, all I got when I got out of the water was a face full of sand. I guess I deserved it though. But still, it didn't feel like a very impressed face full of sand. Just a sort of 'you're stupid' face full of sand." Kenya said jokingly.

Shor chuckled. "Well, she really was impressed. You should teacher sometime, I'm sure she would love to learn!"

Kenya's eyes widened in fake horror. "Just the two of us? Alone in the ocean? Shor she'd drown me!"

He rolled his eyes and smiled. "You really should. She look at you like a sister sort of now."

"Sort of? Well I guess that's something." Kenya smiled, knowing that the spunky mutt was growing on her. "How about you? Do anything interesting today?"

"Yea, this guy Zach came in, as part of the whole mentoring thing. He was a little weird, but he played 'I Want Crazy' pretty well and sang better than he looked like he might." Shor said, as he placed his guitar back gently against the wall.

"Did you play for him?"

"Yea, he seemed a little shy. This was actually his second day coming in though. Yesterday he seemed really tense, but today he looked like he loosened up a bit."

"A tense musician?" Kenya asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's kinda weird. And then he played 'I want Crazy'? Sounds like the guy doesn't really know what he's doing yet."

"Well, his papers said he was working on his first album, so he's pretty new. Funny guy though. He tried to 'read' me, and he was totally off," Shor said with a chuckle.

"Really? What did he say?" Kenya said, tilting her head with a smile.

Shor rolled his eyes. "He said I was a 'partier' and a 'romancer'." He chuckled, "But I read him right back, and read him like a book too. He almost looked bewildered that I did. I'll bet he was real proud that he could pick people out like that, and I one-up'd him. Poor guy."

Kenya laughed. "Well, you can be a partier when the music is right and you're in the mood. And I think you're an ok romancer," she said, smiling at the white wolf mix.

Shor nudged her with his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "He also asked about that painting. You know, the one I had hanging up for a while? He noticed the dust around it on the wall, guess I didn't realize that I'm that behind on cleaning."

"You mean that dumb old thing that that guy gave to you? Who was that again?"

Shor stood up and walked over to the other side of the room, picking up a picture from a shelf and bringing it back. "My friend Benny. He wanted me to just hold it for him while he went off somewhere, doing who knows what. I got a call a couple of days ago though, he had a heart attack,"Shor said with a frown, handing Kenya the picture.

She froze as she looked at the picture of Shor with a grin, his arm looped around a man that must have been Benny.

"I don't know how I'm going to get it back to him. So I took it down to keep it from getting messed up, cause I don't know how long I'm going to have to have it." He looked down at the picture of him and Benny, not even knowing where he was now to deliver his painting back to him.

"Shor, how old is Benny?" Kenya asked, eyes glued to the picture.

"He's older. I don't know exactly how old. Why?"

"Did he have any kids?" She stared at the man's blue eyes and golden pelt. That goofy grin on his face was unmistakable.

"Mmm, I don't think so. I know he had a nephew that he talked about a lot. He seemed really fond of him. What was his name…"

"Hale," Kenya answered.

"Yea, Hale, that's right. How did you know that?" he asked, looking at Kenya and wondering how she knew Benny's nephew.

"I've met him." Kenya took her eyes off of the picture. "Can I see the painting that he gave you?" She asked, standing up off of the couch.

Shor put the picture back where it was on the shelf, and shrugged. "Yea, sure. It's nothing that special really."

Kenya followed him through the winding hallways that she knew she would never get used to. Shor opened a door to a room and pulled out the painting. He gently wiped a small layer of dust off of the front, and showed it to Kenya.

She looked closely at the painting, finding and memorizing the signature. "Huh, wonder why he wanted you to save it for him. Why couldn't he just take it back to wherever he lives himself?"

"Beats me," Shor said with a shrug, putting the painting back.

"Oh gosh Shor, look at how late it is. I promised myself I'd be in bed early tonight, I had a long day of surfing and I'm really tired." Kenya yawned, and started back in the direction that she thought was where the door was.

Shor sped up to get in front of her and make sure she knew where she was going. "Well, if you're really that tired, you can sleep here tonight. We've got an extra bedroom, and I'm sure Rol and Style won't mind at all," he said, looking concerned.

"No, I'm fine," she said with a chuckle, "I can make it home."

Shor put is hand on the handle of the door to open it for Kenya, but he looked at her first. "You ok Kenya? You seem a little off tonight." The wolf mix tilted his head with a worried look.

Kenya yawned again. "Oh Shor, I'm fine!" She said, throwing her arms around him. He sighed and she felt his breath against her ear.

"Alright. Just be safe getting home." He said, pulling her a little closer.

"Shor, I live 5 minutes from your house," she said, trying to pull away from him and open the door. He let her go reluctantly.

"Call me when you get back to your house."

Kenya pushed open the door and pulled her keys out of her pocket. "Shoorrrr, I'll be fine! Honestly!"

He crossed his arms and pouted as he watched her climb into her truck. She smiled, and the corners of his lips turned up as he tried to keep a straight face.

Kenya stuck her tongue out at him, and he laughed, pretending to shoo her out of his driveway. She waved and pulled out, turning on the radio for the 5 minute drive home.

She turned the dial until she came to one of her favorite country stations, and smiled when 'I Want Crazy' began to play. She turned the music up and sang along, waiting in her driveway for the song to end before she turned off the engine and got out. When the song ended, she pulled out the keys and locked her truck. She hummed the song as she sat down at her computer, pulling up Google as she searched for 'Zachary Gode'. She couldn't remember if Shor had said that he had an album out yet or not, and decided to search and see if he had some other country album out.

Scrolling through files on the computer, she clicked on one, and raised an eyebrow as she read about this Zach guy. His picture looked exactly like what Shor had described to her, I mean, how many blue Border Collies named Zachary Gode were there out there, but the story that she read didn't match up at all with the papers she had seen back at the studio, that had been faxed in the day before he met with Shor to start working with the dj. She searched through a few more files, and all of them had the same story. They sounded like they could really be real, but it didn't fit at all with the Border Collie that supposedly had spent most of his early years learning and loving music. She searched deeper, and found a file that was a few years older. It had a story that was completely different from the one that she had heard about and the one that she had seen. Something wasn't adding up.

She picked up her phone and dialed Shor's number, waiting as it rang.

"Hey Kenya! Everything ok?" He asked, sounding sleepy.

"Of course! I just thought I'd call you since I safely made the perilous drive down the dangerous road to my house," she teased, mocking Shor through the phone.

"Ok ok," he said, laughing, then yawning. "But it's late, and you should really go to bed."

"Hey, is that Zach guy coming over tomorrow again?" Kenya asked, closing her laptop and sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Yea," Shor said through another yawn, "Why?"

"Oh, I just thought I'd come over and watch him play! He sounds nice enough, and I'll even play and sing with him if he feels too shy."

"Alright, sounds good. Now will you go to bed?"

"Ok, ok," Kenya said, stifling a yawn. "Goodnight Shor."

"Goodnight Kenya."

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Part 2

Kenya woke up early, rubbing her eyes as the sun rose. She yawned and stretched as she realized that she had slept in the clothes that she had worn yesterday. She sighed, smoothed out her shirt, and made herself breakfast. After a look outside her window at the ocean, she decided to put on her bathing suit underneath her clothes and toss her board into her truck. She smiled and sang with the radio as she drove over to Shor's house.

Rol waved to her as he pulled out of the driveway in his truck, and she pulled in after him. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and walked through the door. Their house had practically become a second home to her, and she didn't bother knocking anymore. Kenya found Shor in his studio, setting up and cleaning things for when Zach's arrival. She walked up quietly behind him, trying to scare him. But before she could help herself, some of the dust from the room got in her nose and she sneezed.

Shor jumped and spun around, wielding the duster in his hands like a weapon. Kenya wiped her nose and laughed at Shor's wide eyes. He pouted and hit her with the duster, which she snatched from his hands and hit him back with.

"Doesn't look like you're doing a good job cleaning," Kenya said, sniffing again at the dust in the air.

"Well I was doing fine before you showed up," he said, trying to get the duster back from Kenya, who waved it around behind her.

She hopped over to the wall and quickly wiped the dust off that was around the painting. She sneezed again, as the dust flew around the room. Shor finally snatched the duster back, managing to make even more dust fly.

"Geez Shor, you really don't clean much, do you?"

"I do! But when you wave the dang thing around the dust flies everywhere." He said with a huff.

Kenya smirked. "I think you're just a gross boy who needs a girl to help him dust, because he obviously can't do it himself." She winked and Shor pretend to be hurt. Kenya perked her ears up as the doorbell rang.

"That's Zach, I'll get it!" Shor said, hurrying off to the door, as Kenya settled down with her blue guitar and waited to see the strange guy that was either going through an identity crisis or was dangerous.

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As Kenya walked down the hall behind Shor but in front of Hale and Zach, she slowed down slightly, pricking her sensitive ears to listen to what they were talking about.

"This is risky."

That sounded like Zach.

"It's all fine." That was definitely Hale. "We'll make our move sooner than expected but it'll work fine. You're ready in case we run into trouble?"

There was a pause, and Kenya's heart dropped into her stomach.

"All ready," Zach replied.

They have a gun. Oh my gosh Zach has a gun.

Kenya waited until Shor turned the corner, and decided that this creepy secretiveness ended here. She spun on her heel and threw a well-aimed punch at Hale's face, knowing he would go down with just one hit. Zach, on the other hand, was going to be harder to take down, especially since he had a gun. She decided to risk it and dove for the inside pocket of his jacket. She opened her mouth to warn Shor, but before she could react, Zach had suddenly grabbed a hold of her, one hand around her arms and one hand on her mouth, and he yanked the two of them into a closet, shutting the door with his foot. Kenya wriggled against him, knowing he had a greater weight and hight, but she was faster and smaller, and she knew she could move quicker than he could. She struggled, and Zach lost his grip a few times, realizing that she was stronger than he had thought she would be. She kept silent though, not wanting Shor to hear them. She was going to take Zach down, even if it meant she was going to have to go with him.

Kenya twirled around, but hit something that was in the closet, and Zach managed to pin her against the wall and put a hand back over her mouth.

"Alright, alright, easy," Zach growled lowly.

Kenya growled, fighting to get free. She faintly heard another voice, figuring that it was whoever was on the other side of his earpiece that she had spied earlier.

"You were doing research on me, huh?" Zach asked.

Kenya snarled and wriggled harder to escape his grip.

"Stop. Stop it. I'm not going to hurt you!"

Kenya looked him dead in the eyes with a glare that momentarily silenced the Border Collie.

"Listen to me- Listen!" He pushed his side against her to stop her from moving, and put his face a little closer to hers to make sure that no one else heard them. "I don't know what you heard or what you think-"

She glanced down at where he had his gun.

"You spotted my gun?"

She growled in assent.

"I'm not going to use it on you. Or Shor. I'm a good guy, I swear."

Kenya looked at him. She was mildly curious, wondering what would make him say something like that. But she was also angry, half because he had managed to hold her down, and half because he had lied and she didn't know if he was lying now. But most of all, she felt fear, knowing that Shor was still outside with Hale, and who knows what was happening to him.

"Kenya," he whispered. "I can't tell you everything. I am not here to hurt you. I'm here to protect Shor. That guy you just sucker punched out there? That's my best friend, he's my partner." He paused. "I also heard he was staring at you, sorry for that. He's a big flirt."

Kenya shrugged with a muffled huff, and Zach smiled for a second, before frowning again.

"I'm going to let you go, I'll answer any questions, but," he tightened his grip a little. "Don't scream. If you scream I will have to knock you out. And I reeaally don't want to do that."

Kenya look at him again, with that same paralyzing stare, but didn't move and didn't say a word. Zach slowly released the maned wolf mix, and she spun the rest of her body around to face him.

"Who are you really?!" She snapped, but keeping her voice down to a whisper and hoping that Shor wasn't near.

"I'm Zachary Gode," he said cautiously, talking in a whisper. "I am skilled and trained and I heard Shor was in trouble."
"You don't even know Shor!" she whispered indignantly.

"But Hale's uncle does, and he said Shor was in trouble. I met one of those bad guys this morning." He shook his head. "They're not nice guys."
"Is that why you just happened to slip out of the house and return with a bruised knuckle and pretty-boy?"

Zach nodded.

"What do they want with Shor?!"

"Listen, I can't tell you until I make sure he's safe," Zach groaned quietly. "You ever heard the phrase 'if I tell you then I'd have to kill you'?" She nodded, but with an angry look in her eyes. "Well if I tell you, they'll want to kill you. And you don't have to trust me or Hale. But if you care about Shor, and I know for a fact that you do, then you'll keep quiet about this."

She stared hard at him, thoughts racing in her head. She knew it was about that dumb painting. She assumed then that it must have some really high value if there are people after it who have no problem knocking off people in their way. She struggled with the fact that she was going to have to trust Zach, because he was all she had to go on. Plus, she had to make sure Shor was ok, and cooperating with Zach seemed like that was the only way to do that; at least until the status quo changed.

"Zach!" The voice sounded like Hale's, but it was faint. It must have been through his earpiece. She pricked her ears to listen in.

Zach put his hand to his ear, "Hale? I can barely hear you. What's wrong?!"

"Zach, we've got conmen,"Hale said quietly. "And they're getting close and they're armed."
Zach lifted his eyes to look at Kenya. "The bad guys are here. I have to get Hale and Shor. Stay here."

Stay here!? What in the world is he thinking!?

Zach opened the door and slipped out. Kenya pushed the door open, following right behind.
"I'm not staying," she snapped back at him. "If Shor's in trouble then I'm coming."
Zach huffed. "You're lucky I don't have time to argue. Stay close." They quickly made their way down the hallways. "Where are you, Hale?" Zach asked into his earpiece.

"Shor's studio. If they come down this hall they'll see us." Hale said, which was very faint to Kenya, but she still heard him.
"I'm on my way. I'll get there before they do." Zach sounded sure of himself and quickly started down the hall. Kenya followed him closely, knowing that he was armed and she was not, and he was going to have to be her first defense. Much to her annoyance, he periodically checked back behind him, as if needing to make sure she could keep up. She sneered at the back of his head.
"As soon as you can, you owe me an explanation," she growled. "Or I'll sack you like I did Hale."
Zach nodded. "Fair enough."

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After realizing that they had to get back to help Style, all four took off to get their cars. Hale went around back to where he had hastily parked his car, and Shor ran back into the house to lock the doors.

Kenya stayed right behind Zach, following him to the front driveway where both of their cars were parked. Zach walked up to his truck, and the second he reached into his pocket for the keys, Kenya jumped at him and grabbed his arms. She wasn't about to make the same mistake twice, plus she had found a better way to pin him now that she had already tried once.

Once Zach was pinned agains the truck, Kenya held him and snatched the gun out of his pocket. She held it up to Zach's nose, and he realized that it was his turn to listen.

"Listen to me spy-boy. I can fight in hand-to-hand combat almost as well as you can. Plus I'm smaller and quicker than you. I can also shoot a gun. I want to know who is after this painting and exactly what we're up against. I also want a gun. You're going to tell me the rest of the plan before we go any further; I'm not going to hurl myself into a fight that I know nothing about." Kenya let him go, but fixed him against the car with a stare. "If you were really smart, and had done your research really well, you might have had half the sense to simply send Hale in and ask him for the painting; Shor would have seen his resemblance and just given it to him. But you had to do things the complicated spy-way and so now I'm in this, whether you like it or not." She stepped back to let him process the information. "Oh, and I want an earpiece too."

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Hale closed the door and left Kenya and Shor standing side by side. Style stood up from the couch and yawned.

Kenya's cheeks were on fire, and she anxiously dug in her pocket for her truck keys. She looked at Shor, his ears pinned back to his head like hers were. "I… I guess I'll… I guess I'll head home now," she stuttered.

Shor stood frozen as she opened the door and left, closing it softly behind her.

Style groaned. "Well, are you going to go get her, or what? You two are the worst. Dragging this out. Just go and get it over with, honestly!"

Something clicked in Shor's mind and he opened the door and ran outside. He watched the taillights of her truck fade down the highway, but that wasn't going to stop him. He jumped into his car and pulled out of the driveway, tailing after Kenya. He pulled into the driveway of her house right after she had gotten out. He watched her face as her expression went from confusion to joy, with embarrassment somewhere in-between there. He smiled. She wasn't getting away this time.

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Oops how long is that

too long whoops oh well

and there's more but I'm tired and it's late and yea I'm just as tired as Kenya is

Thanksgiving tomorrow aww yea gonna eat loads of turkey and pie holla

I'll try to finish tomorrow, but hehehe Zach attack better be careful

and oh wait

anthro whaatttt

that is my shirt and my shorts Kenya give those back

and I actually didn't mean for both of their shirts to say Billabong, but oops

upsides of having an unofficial girlfriend (because Shor said he hasn't had a girlfriend in a while so its like they'r getting closer but they're not quite there yet /cries a river) is that she buys him cutie surfer clothes yay

Part 2 Edit

ok so the first chunk is just some dumb filler Shenya because I can't help myself

the second chunk is a closer look into what Kenya was thinking and feeling when she tried and failed to grab Zach attack (arrgghhhh I've typed Zacn like 3094u0193 times during this rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr) and what was running through her head as she was pinned to the inside of a closet by a sketchy guy with a gun

idk how would you feel but Kenya is like 'I don't even care about me but touch a hair on my unofficial boyfriend and I will murder your family

and the third chunk is Kenya being all 'yea you dragged us into this now let me be a spy too ok'

read this www.deviantart.com/art/The-Mus… if you want to kind of understand what's going on |D

Ediitttt (just that last chunk at the end)

adds in an awkward last chunk

tag Des you're it

time for the man suit to come out

be a man Shor

and since Shor is gonna make the first move, it's up to you to write it Des hehehehe

I am a turd I know oops

no but really ask me anything

we should just collab this last part

ommm its gonna be intense idk if i can handle

Zach, Hale, Shor, & Style ©

Art, Story, & Kenya ©