The Werewolves Of Redford (And My Mate.)

I walked through the doors, the ones I'd walked through so many times. Redford Town Records, the oldest music store in town. It was pretty small and dark but you couldn't argue that they sold amazing music. The familiar smell hit my nose instantly, piles of old and new CD's and posters of ACDC and Metallica.

"Hey, Joe," I murmured absent-mindedly to the store owner, heading straight over to the Rock section. Rock was what I lived for. With a smile, I noticed they had a new stack of Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold albums. I loved all rock, not just classic. Hardcore too.

Behind me, I heard the door swing open again but didn't bother to look over.

"Hey, do you guys have any Far East Movement albums?" The smooth, unfamiliar masculine voice asked. Immediately I made a face; Far East Movement wasn't even music in my opinion. Just a load of synth and autotune.

"Yeah, over there." Even Joe sounded disappointed. To my dismay, the steps made their way over to the corner near me. With a sigh I slipped on some headphones and an old ACDC album into the player. Slowly the uplifting sounds of electric guitar filled my ears, and I found myself bobbing my head to the fast beat of the drums. Music always managed to make me happy, and I was considered an emo/goth/sad-lifed nerd at school. So take that, popular clique! No sooner had this thought crossed my mind when the headphones were tugged off my head and I was met with silence.

"Hey!" I snapped indignantly. Mr. No-Taste-In-Music had taken off my headphones! How dare he! He put them on himself and made a face similar to the one I'd made before.

"You can have em' back anyways." He rolled his eyes, which were a startling mix of green and gold.

"Thank you." I glared at him.

"No need to get upset, I was just wondering what a girl like you was so happy about." He smirked, gesturing towards my clothes. They were consisting of black jeans, a black scarf, and a black hoodie. Topped off with heavy black eyeliner and some spiky chains. Just the usual, right?

"What d'you mean, a girl like me?" I took a step back, sizing him up. Bet I could take this guy. He continued staring at me, like he was fascinated.

"Well, you know." He continued smirking. "Emo kid."

"Emo kid?" I was pretty angry by now. "You're not even much older than me!" I felt myself getting angrier by the second.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." No Taste stepped closer to me, still smirking.

"You know what, I don't care. I'm just going to beat you up-" I started, deciding that I wasn't too small and getting my fists ready.

But, of course, someone had to go ruin that too.

"Whoa, Ange." A pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind and pulled me back, away from No Taste.

"Hey!" I whirled around. It was my best friend, well- my only friend- Forrest.

"Just keeping world peace, babe." Forrest winked at me. I rolled my eyes, but I hugged him back eventually and turned back to face No Taste.

His eyes were hard and steely now, not like they were when I was talking to him. He was staring daggers at Forrest- maybe they were like long lost enemies. Cool.

"So, what was happening here? I mean, Angel sure can kick ass but she doesn't do it often." Forrest sent another smirk my way. I hit his arm and leaned back into his chest. Stupid guy.

"She has poor music taste." His eyes flicked to me, holding the hint of a joke.

"No I don't!" I shouted. "Seriously, Forrest, let me at him!"