FSE

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1. Chapter Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLjdoHdAeP8

When the end of the day bell rang, and all four boys met at the rear exit, Billy made the call; They would go to The Sweet Spot and purchase enough snacks to last their inevitable house arrest. Mikey was brought up to speed by Roger, who kept stumbling over his words out of mixed excitement and anger.

"Its just one dumb string of dumb luck after another!"

"Yeah." Mikey said while brushing scarlet hair out of his eyes. He was more focused on when to get a haircut while babysitting than his short friend's complaints.

"Between your neighbors and that rabbit lady," Roger eyed his father's episcopal church, across the street. "They can all suck a bag of dicks."

"Or a bag of carrots." Frank nudged Bill in the side as they trudged ahead of Mikey and Roger. "Ay?"

"Huh?" Billy blinked a couple times. He returned the nudge with a chuckle. "Oh, fuck you."

"Ow! Ow! Hey man I'm just saying- Ow! I wouldn't mind finding her in my garden patch."

After delivering an onslaught of shoulder punches, Billy rubbed his thumb against his fingers. "She had paw pads on her fingers." He thought, staring at his naked hands. The afternoon sun made it hot enough for gloves to remain in his bag. "Soft, like powdered sugar."

Two women exited The Aberdeen cloth store a block from where the boys were heading. Their arms weighed down by glossy red bags sporting winter ware. Where they walked they occupied most of the sidewalk. Frank, worn from his mock-beating, took behind Billy as they formed a single file line. Mike, seeing the women pass, ran ahead to Billy.

"Guys, can we be quick? I don't want to leave my sisters alone for long."

Billy and his train of thoughts stopped. A challenge? He shifted his duffle bag from his side into a fireman's carry, and yelled "Last one there has to pay!" before running. He was followed close by the redhead, then a few meters behind was Roger, and then finally Frank.

From Aberdeen's, the Sweetspot was a five minute run. And only that long because of traffic from cars and pedestrians alike. The boys couldn't have complained. They'd lived here for fifteen years, known fifteen summers when the town was so stuffed, traffic stood still. When the car exhaust overruled the smell of kettle corn roasting in a cart that now, in the winter, was covered in a tarp and set beside the candy store entrance. When radios blaring and complaints from drivers and jay walkers alike blocked the tranquil ding of the entrance bell. The very bell that ringed as they stepped into the Sweet Spot.

"Hello squirt." There was Dac, leaning over the cash register, addressing his brother's late entrance. He was like an older mirror image of Frank, though with short black hair and a longer face. "What's the rush?"

Panting and wheezing, Frank sauntered up to the counter and motioned for a drink of water. When he got nothing, he coughed and slapped the marble counter. "Dac, I need a favor."

"Shoot."

"Really?" He straightened his back so quick his dreadlocks bounced. "Why?"

"Just tell me what you want first."

Frank slapped the counter again, making a weight scale rattle. "I need to pay for all of their candy but I don't have my wallet."

"Okay retard." Dac motioned to his little brother to come closer. "I'm not coming home Friday night. Mom and Dad ask, say I stayed after work to check inventory, maybe fell asleep. Deal?"

"Deal."

The boys had already gotten their goods and formed a line. Mikey was first, a pound bag of penny candy held in both hands. He made a sound to let Franky know he was in a hurry, shaking the bag back and forth so it sounded like waves crashing on a beach.

Billy didn't put half a mind towards picking out his candy. He chose to fill a bag with circus peanuts. Against his digits they were almost as soft as her, maybe too squishy, too easy to break. They were orange too, exact shade as her fur. And that smell as they were torn in half. He couldn't have smelled her. The air was too cold, and there was too much distance. And he didn't want to, that'd be creepy. But the smell of marshmallows and peaches, an aroma of soft and sweet. That summarized the idea of her to him perfectly.

"Hey Buddy you gonna let me weigh that or what." Said Dac.

Her voice wasn't that bad either, he thought. Her accent was cute, really cute what with her being angry. Did she sound cute when she was happy? Or when she was trying to be romantic?

Roger poked Billy's shoulder. "Hey so you didn't explain, how did you get away from the police?"

The blonde boy then had a realization.

Mikey was already opening the door when he was nearly knocked over. "Hey I thought you were running back with me?"

"Sorry man." He knew he could then ask for forgiveness if he had a good excuse. Because tomorrow they'll be happy to hear his explanation. "I got a date!"

But Elizabeth was not forgiving, and not happy, but not present to hear his excuse.

Taped against the entrance of Renowned Furniture, in black ink on red construction paper:

" Closed to public. Stupid boy take back entrance."

"I'm not stupid." Billy pressed his face against the glass, peering into the poorly lit interior. No rabbit women in sight. He did notice how the door thumped with his touch, and discovered that it opened with ease. "You're the one who didn't lock the front door."

The skin on the back of Billy's neck stubbled with goose bumps as he stepped into the frigid studio. It was much, much colder than outside, as vents over head hissed conditioned air. He reached behind to unzip his bag, and then dropped it. Against the pale of the birch floor the bag thumped, and from it Billy got his gloves and a red wool beanie.

His heart ached seeing the hat, a gift from a birthday that seemed to be another life. A gift he really didn't like, feeling like he was being treated like he was half his current age. An attitude that he had regretted a week after his birthday.

But now as Billy put it on, he didn't mind. It would keep him warm, and maybe that lapine woman would find it cute.

As he donned the gloves, the blonde boy took note of his surroundings. The storefront was twice as long as it was wide, with less room to move with how stuffed it was with furniture. To his left, stacked on top of a desk, two ottomans, one upside down atop the other, with tiger stripe cushions. To his right was a bookcase that touched the ceiling, lined with burnt leather books and backed against some stacked end tables. Not four feet lay between the ottomans and the case, creating a little hallway that led past more furniture. Sofas stacked on their side that reeked of an old woman's home. And a wooden file cabinet bronze locks flickering as Billy walked in front of the light they reflected. All leading to a flight of spiral stairs piercing the store's center.

Billy looked up, and saw tufts of a pink carpet poking out from the next room above. Her room, he thought before heading in the opposite direction.

He walked lightly down the steps of the forged staircase, more of the basement revealing itself. A bookcase to the left. A chest to the right. And far to the front of the store, bent over, that rabbit woman whom Billy had pissed off not nine hours before.

Her ass was high in the air, tail like a fluff pyramid dedicated to the rolling hills below. An ass which seemed to want to burst forth from its denim bonds. An ass that was to Billy so fucking fluffy that not even jean shorts could contain the cushions within. Tufts of fur poking out past the hem and waste like waving hands from a leaving cruise ship past, beckoning Billy to come aboard for a soft snuggle, to undo her belt and press his face between her two large, fluffy-

Elizabeth grunted as her paws gripped the plywood board, and with a wiggle of her tail she heaved it up. Then with a sigh she pressed it between two other boards nailed against the wall. One hand holding the board, she reached for the hammer on the floor. Then she saw Billy, and barked "Help me!"

The boy ran over and propped up the wood while the rabbit nailed it against its siblings.

"Yu are late."

Billy's eyes were to ground, her thighs against his peripherals. "I needed a snack."

"Yu can eat aftder vork. As revord."

She nudged herself between him and the wood to finish nailing the bottom, her ears brushing against his nose and mouth. He lifted his head and exhaled, making her velvet ribbons twitch "Stop sat."

Billy inhaled before holding his breath, catching her aroma in the process. Like cinnamon and vanilla.

"Was this a weird way to learn how she smelled? She did press against me..." he thought.

As she finished up the carpentry job, Billy's mind moved towards small talk. "So, you live on the top floor?"

"Ja." She moved out from under him, and he realized he didn't have to keep holding the board. "Yu go in?"

"No, I just saw the pink carpet."

"Gud." Elizabeth dropped the hammer, and sauntered over to a bottle of water. She walked with a grace that Billy enjoyed, a cadence that gave her hips a slight side to side sway. A natural stride, an adaptation to the offset weight afterwards formed after years of experience. Or maybe it was taught. Billy hoped she didn't have any ex-boyfriends.

"So, where'd you get the furniture?" He asked.

Wiping water from her wet lips, the rabbit cocked an eyebrow at Billy. "Vat?"

"All of it upstairs looks really old." He rubbed his chin and looked around, pantomiming an investigator he remembered from the movies. "And this stuff too. It's all dusty antiques."

Elizabeth took a second to process what he said, and then smiled. "Ja, dusty Handiques."

Setting the water down, she disappeared upstairs for a minute, and then reappeared with a devilish. Like waving a wand made of a fox's tail she revealed a duster from behind her back. "Dust sem so sey arh just Handiques."

And so Billy took the duster, smiling politely, and started on a nearby rectangular display case. There was a rug of smutz along the glass so thick it was like a brick of unkempt steel wool, catching the duster every time he swiped it against the glass. "This is fucked." He picked at the fuzzy mass. "Why'd you let it get so bad Eliza?"

"Say vere in schtorage for years!" She pranced over and handed a spray bottle and rag. "Und mein name is Elisabeth! Not Elisa."

He got to work digging the hairy crust off the glass case. The first swipe of grime revealed dark blues and light greens in a porous blob next to a brown hulk. The next cleared away enough for more details to come through; The light green was shaped like a sabre, The brown hulk also attached to a yellowish hulk. Working away the dust with tight circular motions of his hand, Billy was finally able to make out what was inside that case.

Painted on a piece of driftwood two feet long, a map of Webbs Island, the date of 1740 etched into the corner and filled in with red wax. To its left, a miniature of a tall ship, carved out of wood and placed on a bronze plaque which read "Jasmine's Thirst."

"Hey, this is cool stuff." Billy said, admiring his handy work as much as the items of interest. "Where'd it come from?"

"I halready said." Elizabeth stood beside him cross armed, like a parent looking down on her child, though she was the same height as him if not shorter if her ears didn't count.

"Yeah, but why did you store it? And where did you get it before?"

The rabbit girl sighed and walked towards the staircase, giving him another nice view of her well shaped rump. Billy followed her up and to the front exit.

"If yu..." She turned on her heel towards him and stabbed a claw into the puffed flannel of his jacket. " come here tomorrow. On time. Vith ein desire to lisden to orders... I vill hexplain."

"But for now, yu must go. Your stunt drained me of energy and I vant early sleep."

Out the door Billy walked, duffle bag in arms, silk-smooth rabbit voice at his back. "Goodnight. Don't be late again."

"Night." He whispered, not sure if the cold he felt was how he treated her or the outside. The door closed behind him and echoed over the cool air. The clear sky had given way to overcast, and sunset approached ever near. As he walked northeast towards home, street lamps buzzing to life all along the King's Highway, the boy reflected.

"Even though I fucked her window, she didn't seem that angry." He turned when he passed Mikey's house, where both goals on black pond were now without nets. "Maybe she's forgiven me. Or it wasn't that big of a deal. Or maybe I did a really good job at work."

He reached the block of his house, walked up the broken seashell path to his front door, and removed his gloves. As he opened the door his father greeted him from the couch. "Anything new?"

Billy stopped at the first step and dug around his mind for words to say.

"Nah."

Then he continued up the stairs, down the hallway and to his bedroom.

"Maybe she doesn't think I'm worth the effort." Changing into his pajamas, Billy saw his young face in the mirror. "Maybe she'll just tell me I don't have to work for her any more since I've done enough to pay for the window."

Scrutinizing his visage, Billy felt less confidence in himself then he had before going into that furniture store. "Maybe this is a waste of time."

And then he remembered the size of the rump on that rabbit.

He licked his palm and pretended to slick back a macho man's mullet where his buzz cut currently existed. Sticking a finger gun towards himself, he proclaimed. "Time spent ogling ass is never time wasted. Maybe everything will turn out just fine."