Welp! Here it is! A whole two people like my story, and that's enough of a drive to keep it coming! ...As long as I get reviews...not like I'm trying to solicite them, I appreciate anything I get, I always feel better with reviews though, because it makes me more inspired. xD


For the next few weeks Johnny had nursed Squee back to health, every once in awhile the young boy's parents surprisingly taking the effort to walk ten feet to the next door neighbor's house (I. E. him) and ask if he had seen their son. When Johnny inquired why they needed to see him, when they obviously didn't care about his disappearance after a few days, his mother answered she was too tired to make dinner.

Obviously, Johnny denied her, slamming the door in her face, and watching through a crevice in his wall as she wobbled off in her little robe back to her home that gave him chills. Not the creepy chills, the chills you would get from holding back the intent to kill someone.

Johnny made his way back to Squee, pressing his hand to the tiny boy's forehead. "You have a fever," he sighed, looking up." Uhh…need some meat or something?" he murmured. "Maybe…for your forehead?"

Squee groaned and shook his head, "Anesthetics…doubt you have any," he said, clutching at the sheets with slim, boney fingers, closing his eyes while Johnny scratched at the back of his head, wishing he knew a little more about caring for another human.

"Listen…Squee…I know this is partially my fault-" Johnny paused as Squee rolled his eyes and snorted weakly. "But…I really wasn't thinking…"

"Just shut up, Nny…I gotta headache," Squee murmured, wanting to touch the amateur stitches at his stomach that burned so incessantly. It was less than before, but still burned and itched so irritatingly much.

Johnny withdrew, kind of like a wounded animal. He whimpered slightly and hung his head, fidgeting dejectedly, before leaving the room and Squee behind.


"Hey Todd…"

Squee looked over from where he was studying his cafeteria lunch. "Huh…?" he rubbed his eyes and yawned slightly. His stomach still hurt, but it was almost completely healed after the few weeks of care. After Johnny had left, Squee left as well, deciding he was well enough to attend school the next day.

"You haven't been here for awhile…I was worried about you."

"I'm fine, just got beat up by some kids on my way home," Squee answered the other, closing his eyes as he took a bite of the revolting cafeteria food.

"And it was so bad that you were out of school for a month?"

"Pepito…"

"Answer me, Todd!" Pepito exclaimed, not caring if the other kids stared. He leaned in, making his voice very quiet as he looked around, making sure no one was listening. "If your parents are hurting you-"

"No, Pepito…" Squee sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He looked down at his food and leaned on his elbow, thinking about Johnny. He hadn't made any other move to see him since he left. He would never openly admit it, but he missed the maniac.

"Todd…" Pepito interrupted. "You're dozing off…wanna ditch the rest of school and go nap somewhere? You seem really tired…and…bothered."

Squee looked up, and then winced. He really did want to go, but he knew his parents would kill him if they found out he ditched school. He was, honestly, too tired to care. Squee sighed again, a sigh of defeat. "Sure…"

The walk home was solemn. If Pepito was talking Squee wasn't listening, and he was pretty sure Pepito picked up on that, because eventually the soothing noise of the other teen's voice drifted off into nothing.

"We're here…" Pepito's voice suddenly sliced through the comfortable silence they'd obtained somewhere after Pepito gave up trying to talk to Squee. "Todd…I really think you should tell me if your parents are-"

"My parents aren't hurting me," Squee said, his voice terrifyingly calm. The trained lies almost taunting Pepito as they stabbed at him, clutching onto his very being in a way that mocked him so.

The anti-christ took his best friend's hand and led him inside. His mom was probably at church, even though it was a Friday and there was no real need to go, and his father was probably out collecting more souls of the eternally damned.

When the two reached the older boy's room, they laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling as K-ROQ provided white noise in the background. Pepito's fingers were itching horribly to reach over and touch Squee, to grab his hand and tell him it was all right. Hold him close…

The steady breathing of Squee roused Pepito from his brief fantasy. He looked over, sitting up as he watched the boy sleep uncomfortably, his face constantly contorting in pain. He reached down and caressed his cheek, wincing slightly at his own actions. He pulled his hand back and his head tilted in contemplation. He remembered his father saying that people were most truthful when under the influence of drugs or when they were tapped into their subconscious mind.

"Hey Todd…"

Todd was quiet for a moment before uttering one small 'hmm' in reply to Pepito's familiar voice.

"How are you feeling?" Pepito whispered, trying to encourage Squee.

"Mm…" Squee hummed. "Good…" he turned slightly, wincing violently as he irritated the wound on his stomach. He proceeded to lay how he was before, hands at his sides.

"Uhm…Todd, who hurt you?" Pepito asked, brushing some hair from his face as he watched him.

Squee moved around slightly, yawning. "I'm still awake," he murmured, leaving Pepito in a blush. The other boy moved away slightly.

"Oh…sorry," Pepito whispered, crossing his arms slightly as he let his blush die down. A small smile played at Squee's lips and he shook his head. "What?" Pepito asked or, more accurately, whined.

"Why do you care about me so much? I find it…ridiculous," Squee said, opening his eyes. "I'm nothing worth…protecting or whatever," he explained softly, looking over to Pepito who looked awestruck.

"How can you even say that!?" Pepito exclaimed. "You're amazing! You…you…you're so modest, and caring! You take care of those parents of yours, for god knows why, and you're so sweet, and, and, and...I need to protect you if we're going to rule the world together!"

Squee blinked, but his eyes slowly softened and he smiled a genuine smile for the first time in a long, long time. "Thanks Pepito…I really needed to hear that," he whispered, sitting up as the tired feeling was suddenly lifted off of his shoulders.

Pepito smiled at him, happy that the life was beginning to return to Squee's face, and aura. "Well…it's true. We're gonna rule the world together once my father succeeds in destroying that infernal Heaven place. So boring and stupid anyway…"

Squee looked down and to the side. "Pepito…"

Pepito frowned and tilted his head, "Hey…what's wrong, Todd?"

Squee looked down thoughtfully. "I...nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine..." he murmured, putting his hands in his lap as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "I mean…I don't think-" as Squee turned his head to the side a pair of warm, welcoming lips captured his, making his eyes widen and his hands fidget frantically. A few moments passed, and as the frail boy was beginning to melt into the kiss, Pepito moved away.

"I-I'm sorry, Todd…I just…you're so…you're…well…" the teenager bit his lip awkwardly, his fang nearly piercing the flesh. "You're…beautiful, Todd…"

Squee's voice caught in his throat, and he stood up, backing away slightly. Pepito followed, looking genuinely worried, wondering if he'd made a mistake. "Wait…Todd, listen…"

Squee looked like a cornered animal, his mouth moving like he was trying to form words, his eyes wide and brows furrowed. He tripped backwards, over Pepito's laundry basket. Jumping up, the boy shook his head, the rise and fall of his chest killing Pepito inside, regretting ever saying anything. He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Todd…Squee…"

"N-No! No! Don't call me that!" Squee begged, freezing where he was. Pepito froze too, not wanting to scare the obviously shaken up boy.

"Sorry! Sorry! But…" Pepito looked down, "That one guy! That creepy guy that always meets you after school! He calls you Squee! I thought we were best friends! We were gonna rule the wo-"

"Stop it, Pepito! He's special! Don't call me that!" Squee cried, shaking his head, he was so confused. "I can't take this anymore! We're only thirteen! Who even knows if we'll be friends when we grow up! I just…I can't accept your promises, because I'll end up hurt and alone again!"

Pepito reached out, going to chase after Squee before he tripped on a shirt lying in the middle of the floor. He landed on the floor, hard, groaning as he contemplated cleaning his room more often in a small fit of insanity.


Well…you asked for it! Here it is! ^^

I know it's short and lame...but bear with me! I think I know where this is going! ^^