Dear newlovergirl, is this suppposed to have sex included?

This story will mainly be in Johnny's point of view.

Alli may be slightly out of character.

Characters and Ages

Bruce (the moose) 18

Johnny 17

Alli 15

Chapter 1: Hello

"You think that someone is trying to kill you?"

"No," the man across from me, Mr. Bhandhari said. "I know that someone is trying to kill me."

We were inside a large room which was dimly lit because the overhead light was switched off; leaving the only source of light to flitter from floor length windows, which were covered by partially closed blinds. The room was covered in expensive pieces of art work that oddly resembled something you would get from a five year old. The walls were painted a warm lemony yellow, which drew attention to the large, dark mahogany desk and the yellow curtains behind it. A row of bookcases lined one wall like a stack of dominoes and five large file cabinets lined the opposite. All in all, it was a pretty well designed business room; practical and stylish.

"And you called me here because you want me to find out whom?" I asked, absentmindedly brushing my long blonde tresses from my face.

Mr. Bhandhari shook his head and I cocked an eyebrow. This man didn't seem like one of my usual clients (people who didn't care how I got my job done) but, he looked even more desperate.

"I need you to protect my daughter who is flying in from Paris tomorrow. She will be here for a week in order to attend her brother's anniversary dinner. This world is a dangerous place and I would very much like her to be away from that danger." He said folding his hands neatly on the desk in front of him.

"Well," I said tapping my chin in consideration. I'd been offered a very, very, handsome payment in advance and my mouth watered at the thought of what I'd get after the job was done… Then again I wasn't exactly the best babysitter but, I think that it would be worth it to receive tons of cash and be owed a favor by a big company head. Besides, I might as well face my fears. "Alright, I'll take the job," I said leaning forward in my seat to shake hands with my new employer.

"So let me get this straight," Bruce said setting down his cup of hot chocolate and turning so that all of his attention could be focused on me "This Bandaharie guy thinks that someone is trying to kill him." We were at their usual hang out; the coffee shop across the street from my apartment. We were both nursing piping hot cups of cocoa but, Bruce, who I'd forced to skip lunch, had a plate of chili cheese fries in front of him. I reached over and swiped three.

I chewed, swallowed, and then spoke. "First, of all its 'Bhandhari' and second yeah but, all that we have to do is keep some little girl safe."

"But you hate kids…" I held back a wince. Thinking of my girlfriend Megan Rothmen.

Yeah but I love money. Anyway, this kid isn't that small she looks about twelve." I pulled out a picture that Mr. Bhandhari had given me of his daughter, Alliah Bhandhari. She was tall for a twelve year old, dressed in a baggy gray hoodie and a long, black skirt that reached down to her ankles. She stood in scuffed sneakers. Her glossy black hair was pulled into two pigtails, each ending at the small of her back. Her facial skin was tan so; I guessed that the rest of her hidden skin was as well. Though her face and appearance were extremely childish, I couldn't help but notice that her eyes held experience far beyond their years.

Bruce whistled examining the picture and I slapped his arm. "I'm just saying she'll be a looker when she gets a bit older."

I rolled my eyes but agreed. She definitely had the potential to be sexy after she hit puberty.

Bruce and I arrived at the airport a half our early the next day. "She'll be expecting you," Mr. Bhandhari said over the phone. "I informed her before she left home that you'd be coming to pick her up. Bring her to my office after you've got her." Bruce and I searched the airport with our eyes as passenger after passenger from the post Paris flight flittered about searching for their luggage. We had to be the ones to find the girl because she didn't know what we looked like and we couldn't hold up a sign because it would too dangerous.

"Jeez, maybe someone already offed her," Bruce sighed sliding down against a wall behind him. "It's a good thing you were paid some in advance." Just as he was saying that I saw her…I think. She looked nothing like her picture self.

For one thing, she wasn't dressed as modestly as she was in her picture. Her baggy hoodie and floor sweeping skirt had been replaced with tight, black corset top with a decorative red rose pinned to the hem and a red ruffle skirt that stopped mid-thigh. On her feet she wore a pair of black diamond-studded stilettoes. Two, she was obviously older than the picture had let on. She had a few curves but, their appeal was obviously being enhanced by her clothing (or lack thereof). Her body still had room to improve in the years that she would grow but …damn, she was still so, fucking hot!

Before I could stop myself, I had run from Bruce's side, ignoring the repeated shouts of my name, and took off in the direction after the beautiful girl. It didn't take me long to catch up to her, in fact I went ahead and stopped in front of her. "Alliah," I whispered as she gave me curious once over, a twinkle in her eyes showing something that I could not define. "I'm your escort." I emphasized the word so that she'd know I was her bodyguard. She held her bag up with attitude, silently ordering me to take it. What a spoiled rich girl.

I snatched it violently and heard her gasp as I began walking back to Bruce. She followed, trying to glare a hole in the back of my head.

I didn't really like this chapter but, they had to meet somewhere.

Next chapter will be longer and the mystery will begin soon.

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~ This story is dedicated to newlovergirl.~