Folks in this story all belong to me
P.B. Aka That Fucking Squirrel-12-a super girly looking red squirrel with a taste punk fashion and being spoiled. He's began following Roy around after one of his shows, and Roy still hasn't been able to shake him. he's got orangy-red fur, blond hair that short and spikey in the back and long in the front, and is almost constantly wearing his favorite purple pleather jacket. Also he's got the most annoyingly cocky smile. 
Roy-16-A dutch patterned lop eared rabbit that fronts a local punk band called 'Maggot Farm' he's got a lot on his mind lately, and dosen't want to put up with any 'weirdness' that P.B might have in store for him.

P.B sat on his front porch steps and lazily worked to roll a cigaratte with the papers and tabacco stolen from his mother's purse. He had a lot on his mind. The young red squirell had met someone very interesting at the last local show and had, over the course of the next few days, learned quite a bit about him. Now there was a real deliemma. 
The boy he'd met, Roy, had seemed like a rather classy sort of punk. His clothes had been worn and weathered, and he had great stage make up. That all had spoken to him being spoiled at the very least. At least he'd thought so. Then he had relized on closer inspection the clothing had not been 'fashionably' degraded, instead, it was really beaten up and old. He'd seen Roy get into a fist fight with someone who'd called him things along the line of trailer trash, and then, lastly he'd caught a glimpse of his younger brother with his ill-fitting hand me downs and overly slim body. While Roy had moded his clothing to fit his punk lifestyle he was infact, poor as dirt , and that just didn't do. 
P.B slid his thin fingers along the paper, and they worked automatically in a pattern they'd followed many times before. He liked to roll his own, it kept his hands busy and helped him to think. Normally, finding that the 'object of his affection' wasn't going to be able to spoil him or keep him out at night he was quick to abandon it, but, this time he'd stuck a little too close maybe, and found he did acutally like Roy well enough. He liked the way that he stuck up for his brother, even if it'd landed him in a fight, and he liked Roy's disinterest in hurting other people, even if he didn't like them much. Still, Roy didn't really have anything to offer him, and it would look suspicious to cool off so quickly and try to just be freinds.
He licked the paper and continued rolling. This was going to have to be delt with carefully. He could of course just entirely blow the rabbit off now, and normally he wouldn't have minded or felt any sort of guilt about it, but something about this time was diffrent. Maybe he'd try cooling off and see what happened. He had other options open anyways. There was always someone looking for armcandy and easy affection and he was willing to provide, as long as they were in return. 
Speaking of easier and less confusing targets. he was getting hungry. He frowned and tried to think of his other connections maybe someone would be bored and willing to take him out. He tapped the cigarette, and frowned softly. He certainly had a lot to think about.