Ashton is usually fond of animals; he's loved dogs ever since he got his own and ever since then he's been an animal lover for basically his entire eighteen years of life. Does he love animals? Yes, he does. Does he like it when they're aggressive? No, he does not.
He knows walking through this park is basically asking for death because the squirrels in this park are basically mass murderers. He's seen people get attacked by squirrels before and it's never been pretty. He just wants to get to Starbucks and order his favourite coffee and get on with his life. Cutting through the park is the fastest way to get to his desired destination but he doesn't want to die by the tiny hands of squirrels, that's not his plan today.
With his hands tucked inside the pockets of his grey hoodie, he hunches his shoulders to seem a little bit smaller and try to hide from the squirrels that he knows are watching him. Waiting for the precise moment to attack. God he hates squirrels.
His glasses are sliding down and he groans because he doesn't want to take his hands out of his pockets but he does so anyways and pushes his glasses up. He lets out a sigh and continues walking, watching everything that moves skeptically. He knows, anytime now, once they see him vulnerable they'll jump out of their little homes and attack him.
He sees the Starbucks on the other side of the street and his heart starts to race. He's close, he can almost smell the pumpkin spice lattes and hear the chatter of people talking. He hasn't been yet attacked by the little demons so he thinks everything's fine. This is the longest he hasn't seen a squirrel in this park. Maybe he should start to worry.
Everything's too quiet and it makes no sense to him at all. Usually there would be people around but it's starting to look a bit cloudy, he knows it's going to rain soon and he's the only idiot in this park trying to get to the Starbucks because he's got an addiction with coffee and can't get it under control.
Ashton hears a twig snap and he turns around so fast he got whiplash. He sees no one and knows that the sound came from deep inside the park, he doesn't want to suspect anything but he thinks it's squirrels.
"Yes Ashton, great idea! Let's go walk to Starbucks when it's going to rain. Let's go cut through the park and get myself killed by fucking squirrels. Great fucking idea." He says to himself as he keeps hearing more twigs snap. This is the end, he's sure of it and he didn't even get to step foot inside the Starbucks that seems to keep getting further and further away from him.
His walking becomes a little bit faster as he thinks he's never going to get to the damn Starbucks if he doesn't run. Maybe he's been walking slow or maybe it's actually getting farther away from him the closer he gets to it. Or maybe he's just walking through a time warp and is completely fucking insane.
Before he could continue to ponder on time warps and time travel he hears someone yell a 'fuck' but it's distant and he shouldn't be turning around because the Starbucks is literally right there but when he turns his head to look for the source of the voice, he sees a tall blond guy fighting with a squirrel.
He seems to be struggling to take an acorn from the tiny animal and it makes Ashton laugh loud. The sight is too comical to not actually laugh at it. He thinks he should help but he's just so close to the Starbucks he can actually feel the coffee going down his throat but he now sees four squirrels instead of one and that actually screams danger. These squirrels don't play games.
He sighs and decides to help the poor guy so he half-runs towards him but stops once he sees that a squirrel stopped right in front of him.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
He can't even help someone without being threatened to be killed. They're squirrels. They're fucking squirrels and here's Ashton being afraid of them.
