Hey! I'd like to give a shout to nny777slavelabor, who gave me the idea for this chapter! It's in Nny's P.O.V ^.~ Thank you! ^____^

Ffffffuck! I've never been so confused in my life! The sun has already set as I wander the streets aimlessly while listening to 'Ode to Joy' on my headphones. Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why did she have to be so damn…nice?!

When she had first bumped into me, I had almost expected her to say something rude, or 'comment' on me. And to top it all off, I wasn't mad at her!

Usually I'd rip somebody's lungs out if they had gone and done something like that, but the way she had looked up at me from her place on the sidewalk…she looked so innocent and afraid…like…like Squee! Yeah, Squee!

But I see him more like a son that I never had…or never known…oh shit, now I just made myself more confused! Arrgghhh!!! Why does it have to be like this!?!?

Wait a minute…if I see Squee as a son, then what do I see Vixen as? A daughter? No! I shake my head furiously, causing the CD to skip, even though I don't notice.

Sighing heavily, I turn my headphones off and I stop, leaning against a wall and shoving my hands in my pockets. I want to see her again. Ugh whom am I kidding? I need to see her again.

Dammit! I hate having needs! If I had a gun at this moment I'd blow my fucking brains out! I hate needs. They stay there until they're neediness is consented by whatever they…need.

I then hold my head and scream in frustration. I can't even think of the right words to explain with! That's it. I gotta find her and talk to her. Now. I go into a full-blown run, blocking out everything around me. I remember she ran down Gothic St. when she was running from my car.

I head there and stop dead in my tracks as I see her run out of a large department building. I wonder where she's going? Well, only one way to find out! I silently follow her as she jogs down the street, but she then stops.

Huh, what's she doing? I see her ears twitch slightly as she scans the area and I duck in the shadows, the darkness concealing me. She must have heard my steel-toed boots clinking I guess. She shakes her head and starts walking down the street once more.

I follow her for about several blocks till I notice she's headed for the Shady Village apartments, which were in a bad part of town. She bites her lip as gunshots and sirens are heard a few blocks over. I'm mildly surprised that she's not used to it.

She goes to the far right of the complexes and runs up several flights of stairs. I was about to follow her, when she came running back down again, only without her papers and frog. "Grrrr, I forgot my stupid key again!" She berated herself, then went around the side of the building.

I follow her and duck behind some bushes when I notice she has stopped and looking up at a window three stories up, a rope hanging down from it. Wait…she wouldn't…

She then jumped up and grabbed the end of the rope, then shakily started to climb, using the side of the building for a foot holding. I sighed. She would…

I hear her whimpering in fear as she looks down, her hands were sweaty and she had a hard time holding on. It was actually quite amusing, watching her legs flail about as she tried to keep them on the side of the building.

After a few long minutes, she finally grabs her window ledge and pulls herself inside. I'm anxious to know what her room is like, so, without second thought, I run over and grab the rope, easily pulling myself, since I was pretty light.

I reach the top and slowly peak into her room. Good, she's not in here. I jump inside and look around her room. Her bed is on the far right and had dark purple sheets and pillows. Each wall was also a different color: Red, yellow, blue, and green, and littered with exotic animal posters.

Her carpet was a dirty bluish color, and in the corner nearest to her bed had a bunch of stuffed animals, all smiley and whatnot. On her bed had even more stuffed animals, but the biggest one was a huge Black Panther, lying in an elegant fashion that kind of reminded me of Egyptian god, Anubis.

The other thing that was different about the panther was that instead of a big stupid grin stitched on his face, he had a feral snarl with his mouth open, baring big white fangs.

It made me curious as to why Vixen would have such a doll. I pondered for a moment, then shrugged it off. A tiny mahogany dresser was on the left wall with its drawers open and clothes hanging out, it also had many stuffed toys that were stacked upon it, but also a tank that contained several frogs in it. Hmm, must be some more science projects…

It was actually a very nice room. It looks sorta like Squee's…

I heard Vixen's muffled voice and I looked at her door, noticing it was painted white and a painting on a black and shiny unicorn rearing up on the edge of a cliff with a lightening bolt behind it. I stare at it for a moment, before walking over to the door and turning the knob.

I opened it and peaked down at both sides of the short hallway. On the right was a door that was opened, revealing a bathroom, and at the end there was another door, probably a closet.

On the left was another doorway, but I couldn't see what was at the end. I stealthily slink out of her bedroom and press myself against the wall, inching my way down. I peered into the large room and noticed there was a small kitchen with yellow and white flooring, and the table was stacked with papers, bowls, and half-eaten food, same with the sink and counter.

I push down the phlegm building up in my throat and peer to the right, where there was a small TV on and the lights were turned out, but from what I could see, there were two chairs and a couch, all a dookey brown color.

An obese woman lay on the couch, the area around her scattered with chip bags and empty beer cans. Vixen was also standing over her. "Did you get up and go get me some beer?" The woman said groggily, scratching her stomach.

"Yeah, I got up and went, but I'm not old enough to buy beer mom," She answered vehemently, slapping her sides with her hands. "What are you talking about Judy? You're 23!" Vixen shook up her head. "I'm Vixen mom, and I'm 15."

"Whatever, just get me a beer!" She nodded and practically dragged herself to the refrigerator, pulling out Corsana, then bringing it to her sweat-hog mama. Vixen then whistled and a small black and white dog appeared, wagging its tiny nub of a tail.

Vixen crouched down and slapped her knees, the dog running to her and jumping into her arms. "Come on Phoebe, let's go to my room," Oh shit! I ducked into her bedroom and hid behind the door. Wait a minute…I looked down at the floor.

She doesn't have tiled flooring! Fook! I'm in the bathroom! After a few minutes of trying to plan on what to do and how the hell I'm gonna get out of here, footsteps approach and I hold my breath. Vixen steps into the bathroom.

Oh great! How can this get any worse!? She doesn't notice me as she stretches languidly, grabs two towels, and then starts to undress.

Oh…shit….

Wheeheheheheheheee!! ^^;;;; I'm in a pervert-ish when I wrote this chapter ^^;;;