Charaters
My folks:
Roy-A 16 year old punk rabbit.
'That fucking squirrel' AKA Barrie Peters-A preteen red squirrel, who is impossibly girly looking and dresses in a vaugely punk fashion. He's been following Roy around and giving him trouble. 
Ekerd-a thirty-somthing old school goth. Ekerd is (c) of TheQuandary

Roy leaned on the counter of the lovely record/cd/music store that he loved to frequent and stared at the god-like being on the otherside of the counter. Men wern't typically Roy's thing but this man, Ekerd, there wasn't anything else like him anywhere around.Sure he was older, in his fourties if Roy had to guess, but he was perfect, not to mention he owned this killer music shop. Roy stared at him, a dopey smile on his face as he fished a pile of home made CDs with 'maggot farm' scrawled across the front and started to leave a small assortment of them on the rack while Ekerd was distracted with another customer. He sure wouldn't have minded distracting Ekerd.
Ekerd was so perfect. Roy piled more of the cds onto the tabletop. He was tall, well built with deep red fur and a rocking braided beard. The goat has amazing curling horns and this, perfect, shining black hair that fell all the way down to his ass. His peircings? divine. His eyes? amazing, a shade of gold rarely seen in nature.  He could have stared and stared all day. That was if he was putting these cds on the shelf becuse Ekerd wanted them there, but, sadly, that was not the case, at least Roy had to assume so. So, he had to work fast. He piled out the rest of the CD assortment and then casually moved for the door, stealing one last peek at the devilishly handome goat before slipping out the door. 
A little shivver of excitement ran down Roy's spine as he met the cooling air that ment that fall was on its way. He pulled his shoddy and patched (in other words awesome) leather coat tigher around himself and headed down the street with a bit more hustle than was nessisary. It wasn't like Ekerd was going to chase him down and throw the cds back at him or somthing.  At least he sure hoped not.  He looked back over his shoulder to make sure his 'crime' hadn't yet been noticed and promptly ran smack into a smaller being. "Fuck!" roy turned quickly "Sorr..." he was about to apoligize when he saw who it was on the ground infront of him. "Aw fuck me." He said "you again?"
On the ground looking up at him with his shit-eating grin was that fucking red squirrel. The little creep had been fucking following him scince the last show. The kid couldn't have  been more than twelve, so Roy felt kinda shitty for being so fucking annoyed with the little asshole, but he just could not shake the kid. He'd spoken to him, breifly before the last show, not only mistaking the squirrel for a girl, but and older girl at that. It had even been a casual chat, no flirting, no phone numbers exchanged. Roy couldn't even rember what they'd spoken about. He thought he'd directed the boy to the bathroom and told him what time they would be starting, but he couldn't be entirely sure. 
It wasn't until the next day that he'd relized the grave mistake that he had  made by talking to this 'girl' that he had met. as when he saw the girl again the next day in the light it became clear at least, that she was a kid. It didn't become clear 'she' was a he until the weird little shit tried to press him against the wall, and he felt the kids boner against his hip. That'd been the first and the last straw. Roy did not need that weirdness in his life.
The squirrel was waifish and thin, and too girly to be real with orangy-red fur all over his body, big pointed ears with fluffy tufts on the end, and this god-damn annoying smile. All bright and buck-toothed, mischevous, and just infuriating somehow. He had had a skinny, scuffy little tail for a squirrel not the elegant kind you'd expect though it was just as long. Everything about this boy annoyed Roy. His green eyes, his fucking hair with its long ass bangs that fell into his face, with its weird straw-like color and dumb short little spikes at the back of his head. He was such a little cock.  Roy was sick to death of seeing him and his smile. He was sick of seeing his skinny jeans, and he was sick of seeing his stupid purple jacket. So sick of that fucking squirrel.
"The hell do you want?" Roy touched his forehead "I told you get lost like six times already.How are you even fiding me?" 
The boy, despite the fact he'd just been knock on the ground, grinned up at Roy, and then sat up, and blew him a kiss.
Roy could have kicked him. He didn't. He sure could have though. Instead he furned on his heel and started walking in the oppostite direction gritting his teeth when he heard the boy getting up behind him, the ridicuous little chains on his purple coat jingling as he got up to canvas sneaker clad feet, which much to Roy's dismay, he heard clambering after him.
"FUCK OFF!" Roy said turning again and screaming at the boy. People were staring. Roy blushed. that made him even more made, he hated to blush infront of people, more so when it was a bunch of perfect stangers who now, thought he was an absolute monster for yelling at this kid.
The boy giggled at him. His laugh was even more fucking annoying than his smile. this stupid chittering little laugh. Roy really wanted to punch him. He didn't, he wouldn't, but he wanted to. Roy took a calming breath and forced himself to turn and walk away again. He wasn't going to let this kid get to him any more than he already had. 
Then, the fucking squirrel ran up to him and grabbed his arm and clung to him, still making that annoying little sound that he passed off as a laugh and had the audacity to try and give the older rabbit a tug twords one of the alleyways.
Roy sure wasn't going to let himself get pinned by this little weirdo again. He shook his arm loose and, then, did the only thing he could think of to do, and started to run. He had to get away from this fuckin' kid.
He ran for a few blocks, making as many twists and turns as he could until his sides ached and he was puffing for breath and leaned against the wall of some little coffee shop. He didn't recognize where the heck in the city he was at this point. He sank down onto the ground and sat in the filth of the alley. He sighed and ran his hands though his hair which was far more sweaty than he was really happy to be aware of. He looked up at the breif bit of blue sky between the buildings, and then, his heart stopped when he heard the faint crunching of the pavement beside him and suddenly felt somthing cold on his cheek.
Then he heard it. that fucking laugh.That little shit had not only though some sort of unnatural means managed to follow him but he'd had time to buy somthing. That somthing was the cold can of soda that he was now pressing into Roy's cheek. 
Roy stared at him. Just stared. He  didn't know what to say, or do, and he was way to tired to give running another try. The fucking squirrel settled down between Roy's legs and pressed his ass against Roy's groin dilberately before he leaned on him and smiled, that fucking annoying smile. He took the popcan away from Roy's cheek and cracked it open, taking a sip, before offering it back to Roy. 
Roy wanted to knock it out of his hand and spill it, and to shove the boy away from him, but he was too tired. He sighed "Thanks.." he grumbled and took the can before taking a sip of it, and felt even more annoyed to find that it was his favorite. He shoved the can back at the squirrel and sighed looking away from him. 
The boy just made himself more comfortable, and took a sip of the soda himself, flicking his tounge across where roy's lips had been first, and watching roy out of the corner of his eye while he did it.  That made Roy's skin crawl..but..not in an entirely unpleasent way. He sighed again, as was his habit whenever he was unhappy and slowly, wrapped his arms around the boy infront of him. It seemed he wasn't going to be able to shake him, so maybe, he should just get used to it.