Angel gasps awake from a car splashing her as it speeds by. The hare girl frantically looks around, checking her pockets. Loose change, a very torn up bus ticket, and a piece of gum- it’s all there. A bit wet, but there. Stretching her arms, she brushes off the dirt from her tattered striped leggings and brown top before standing up.

“I wish we didn’t have to sleep in alleyways,” she mutters to herself. “It fucking sucks.”

‘We wouldn’t have to if you were a little more confident.’ the voice in her head replies. ‘Learn to steal.’

“I’m not doing that. I have morals.”

She peeks around the corner of the alley before quickly walking out and towards the convience store across the street. Cars whizz by as she hops over puddles and potholes in the ground. Making it to the entrance, she fumbles in her pocket to grab her change and pushes open the door. A warm breeze hits her as she walks in. The convenience store always has the heat cranked up, thank god.

“Welcome to ChaoMart!”

She gives a soft wave to the cashier with her clenched fist, as to not drop any of her coins, and walks to the back to browse the sodas.Scanning the fridges she eyes root beer, coke, pepsi, mountain dew……. and finally dr. pepper. Angel would do anything for a dr. pepper- except steal. She excitedly grabs an armful from the fridge before remembering she only has change, and not much at that. After begrudgingly putting all but one back, she makes her way to the counter.

“Ready to check out, miss?” the cashier responds jovially as angel sets her lone soda in front of the register. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you last.”

“Yeah, well…. life got a little busy.” she huffed. She wasn’t exactly a fan of small talk. “How much do I owe you….?”

“2.61, miss.”

‘Fuck. That’s probably more than we have.’ she thinks to herself, before unclenching her fist and letting all the change fall to the counter. “Just give me a second to count this out.”

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy….

The door suddenly swings open, hitting the wall and causing a loud thunk, making her jump and drop some of her change. She whips around to see a cat stumble in and toss something onto the counter.

“Marlboro. Reds. Now. For the love of chao.”

“I was actually checking out right now, if you don’t mind waiting.” Angel says in a bit of a angered tone. She can’t afford to lose any change, especially when its so hard to come by.

“I do,” the cat woman retorts. “Fuck it, ring me up for whatever the hell she’s getting too. I just want to get out of here.”

While quite annoyed at what just went down, a free drink is a free drink and Angel was not going to pass that up. Angel swiftly stepped to the side, letting the woman lean over the counter, knocking over her bottle of dr. pepper in the process. The cat plucks her cigarettes from the cashiers hand.

“Thanks, sweetheart. See you.”

The cat huffs and leans her whole body into the door to push it open as her hands fumble about to open the box of cigs and find something in her pocket at the same time. The door closes behind her with a soft click.

“Don’t mind her,” the cashier sighs. “She does this every week.”

“Every week? Sorry to hear that.” angel says, pitying the cashier. “Um. Thank you.”

She goes to pick up her soda as well as the rest of her loose change and notices the lady left the item she had tossed onto the counter. Taking a closer look, it was a credit card.

‘Hey well ain’t that a lucky score,’ the voice in her head says gleefully. ‘Finders Keepers.’

She sighs and shakes her head before shoving the change back in her pocket. Thanking the cashier again, she grabs the card and her soda.

“Thanks for visiting ChaoMart!” the cashier sputters out as Angel walks out the doors onto the little concrete stoop in front of the store. She’s suddenly hit with the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol as the lady next to her curses under her breath.

“Hey angel, help me out a second?” the cat says, motioning for her to lift her hands to cover the breeze so she can light up.

“Huh…?” Angel pauses. How did she know her name? “Do you know me?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s my name. Angel.”

The grungy woman laughs to herself. “Is it now? Sure look like one.” She motions again.

“I…. thank you…?”

Angel lifts her hands to block the breeze, and the woman inhales sharply to get her cigarette burning before coughing for what seems like forever. When she finally catches her breath, she mutters out, “Thanks. Appreciate the help.” Angel stands there bewildered for a few seconds before remembering the card in her pocket.

Holding out her hand with the card, she softly says, “Oh, you left this inside.”

The cat lights up. “Christ, maybe you really are an angel.” She puffs her cigarrete again before blowing the smoke to the side. “Manager would be up my ass if I lost that again.”

“Manager?”

“Yeah. Company card. They give it to me when I travel for shows.”

This sparked a memory in Angel. Cat woman, short, busty, sweet voice. She had seen this lady before, or more accurately, heard her before.

“You’re not Cerise, are you?”

“What’s it to you, pretty?” she says, tapping her cigarette against her finger to get rid of some of the ashes. “A fan or something?”

“Not exactly, but I’ve heard your songs in the ChaoMart before.”

“That’d be me.” she holds up her cigarette. “You want a hit?”

“No I don’t sm-..... well….”

Angel gently picks the cigarette from between Cerise’s outstretched fingers. She puts it between her lips and inhales before immediately choking and sputtering. She holds a shaky arm out to Cerise and she takes it back from her.

“That tastes horrible.”

“You get used to it,” Cerise smiles. “It’s an acquired taste.”

They stand in an akward silence for a while. Cerise finishes off her cigarette and Angel takes a swig from her soda.

Cerise drops her cigarette on the ground and rubs it out under her heel. She tilts her head back and sighs before looking over to the girl in front of her.

“You look rough, honey. You gonna be good out here?”

Angel looks down at her tattered tights, avoiding eye contact. “I’ve been out on the street. It’s not all bad though.”

“Mm. Been there, done that. Tough shit.”

“Tell me about it.”

Cerise eyes her, and gives her a soft crooked smile. “If you wanna come with me, I will.”

“Are you sure…?”

“I ain’t got nothing better to do, Angel.”

“.... Thank you.”



- timeskip to them being at cerises apartment -



The two girls walk up to a sketchy looking apartment complex.

“I thought popstars were supposed to be rich.”

“You think real estate is easy to get? Cute.”

Cerise fumbles in her coat pocket for her apartment keys, muttering under her breath until she pulls them out and shoves them into the doorlock. Twisting the key and knob, she opens the door.

“Welcome home for the night. Don’t mind the mess.”

Angel steps over a few beer cans and scattered clothes on the floor on sets her soda on the table in the center of the room while Cerise takes off her jacket and throws it onto the couch. The apartment looks a little grungy, matching the vibe of the one inhabiting it.

“You live like this?”

“When everybody wants you to be pretty and perfect 24/7, wouldn’t you want to be messy?”

“Fair enough.”



- another timeskip because i never finished this. theyre drunk now -

Angel clumsily sits down on Cerise’s bed. It’s not that soft, but she hasn’t slept on an actual bed in weeks and she’s tipsy, so she doesn’t really care. Cerise flops down next to her, wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie.

Grazing her claw against Angel’s dirt covered hand, Cerise nudges her. “You need a shower, girl.”

“Finding somewhere to get one on the street is not that easy.”

“Well, bathroom is first door on the left if you wanna clean up.”

Cerise tips back her beer, golden liquid dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she finished it off.

“Don’t drink so fast. It’s gross when it spills.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” Cerise retorted as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve, bottle still in hand. “You drip everywhere.”

“I hope you choke next time.”

“Doesn’t matter if I do. I’ll just come back like you did.”

“Sure you will.”

Angel grabs the bottle from the tipsy cat’s hand and tosses it into the trash can next to the stairs leading down to the beach. Glass hits the edge of the metal can, echoing out through the streets of the empty town for what seemed like forever. It was dead quiet, save for some crickets and the occasional wave breaking on the shoreline.

The hare huffs and kicks her legs. Finally, finally, having gotten time away from the hustle and bustle of the city, away from responsibility, away from the shameless paparazzi her girlfriend had following her around… and she’s spending her time the same as she would at home. Going somewhere with Cerise. Drinking with Cerise. Sleeping with Cerise. Not to say she doesn’t enjoy that, because she most certainly does, but she wishes that they could do something different every once in a while.

Hopping down off the railing she was sitting on, Angel carefully gulps down the remainder of her own drink before tossing it into the garbage. She tugs at Cerise’s tail, letting her know it was time to go.

“How long till I need to turn?”

Cerise taps at Angel’s phone, sitting in a holder attached to the car dashboard. She swipes a few times before squinting her eyes to see the screen clearly through the bright sun.

“Got like a few miles left,” she says. “you’ll see a big sign for it when we get close.”

“Thank you.”

The two of them were on the way to the beachtown that Cerise grew up in. Small, quaint little town- nice beach, friendly locals, though a dwindling population still living there and not much traffic outside of tourism as most people were only coming for the aquarium nearby. It wasn’t really a very noteworthy place on any map, but still quite pretty and comfortable. Angel had never been there before, so Cerise thought they could both use a little time away from the city- and their jobs.

After a few minutes, Angel points off to the side of the road. “Sign!”

“Sign! We’re getting close!”

Cerise rolls the window down as the car turns to speed down 421, taking in the salty air.

“I missed that smell,” she says contently. “central city is so far from the ocean.”

“A lot different from the smoke and trash back home,” Angel responds. “It’s nice.”

“Well, this is home- hopefully.”

“We’ll see.”

The cat smiles softly, and looks over to her girlfriend in the driver’s seat. Angel is tapping her fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music, that cerise put on specifically for her. Her long, white hair is fluttering from the breeze blowing through the car. Her eyes glowing in the mid-day sun. She looked gorgeous.

Everything was as perfect as it could be. Cerise closes her eyes, leaning back in her seat, savouring the moment.

A young cat with one thing to live for- her childhood friend turned toxic yuri situationship, goomyloid's Angel. Being inseparable as kids, the two of them would build a vey close bond before Cerise's parents forcibly moved her away (without giving her a chance to say goodbye to angel).

In the time they were apart, they both grew into adults and well.... Cerise isn't the greatest at that. She began crashing on friends couches, doing 'favours' and working shitty jobs, visiting clubs in her free time where she would sing and produce/DJ. Working out a deal with the owner, she would live in the central city club spending her time performing (as well as drinking) and drawing in new clientele.

After one of her usual sets, a man in a suit pulled her aside to the bar and offered to buy her a drink. Being tired and generally unfriendly with people, she told him she wasn’t interested. She wasn’t really looking for a hookup. He assured her that wasn’t the case and told her that he was an idol manager, scouting out talent to turn into the next big face of music. He was impressed by her performance and stage presence, wanting to sign her. Skeptical, Cerise laughed it off until the man pulled out his checkbook and wrote her a check for ten grand, saying that he would give this to her right then and there if she signed with him. Unable to turn down that kind of money after living in such shitty conditions for so long, she takes the check and his phone number. He tells her to give him a call in the morning and he’ll send someone to bring her to the office.

When she wakes up (hungover), she gets herself up and ready before heading outside where a limousine picks her up. She hesitantly gets in, but loses all fear when she is handed a drink and told she can have anything she wants. At the office, they run her through the record contract and she signs everything without much of a thought. They tell her to be prepared for stardom, and give her some demos to sing on. Happily, she leaves with money in her pocket, a fresh sexy outfit, and heads to her new apartment.

A few months pass and Cerise is now one of the biggest popstars on the planet, playing big arenas and selling out meet and greets within minutes. Her personality returns to somewhat of a similar form as her childhood- bubbly and outgoing, happy to travel and meet people and share music. Eventually once she has her moment of fame and hits the top, her managers begin to get shady, trapping her in her contract and forcing her to stay in the spotlight. She loses that spark again and relapses, putting up a front whenever she needs to be in the public eye. She stays inside whenever she doesn’t need to play a show, sometimes venturing out for food or cigarettes.

Cerise finally meets Angel again in the parking lot of the ChaoMart around the block while she’s out drunk commiserating about her life- it flips her world upside down yet again. The girl who kept her going all these years was suddenly right here, in front of her, but... something about her was different.

Regardless, she offers her a place to stay after realizing she had been living on the street. Cerise invites Angel to sleep in her bed with her (there was only one bed trope), forming a shaky romantic/sexual bond, whether that's good or bad for them is debatable.