Note to Not-Self: This is a bit short and a bit not detaily and a bit crappy. I am so busy this weekend and I didn't want to go so long without writing another chapter. I need an editor. Anyone volunteer?
Todd looked out his window at his strange neighbor. He was carrying a bag from the Dirty Burrito, Todd loved that fast food place.
"Mommy?" he yelled out, waiting a few seconds for a reply, nothing, as usual. He placed a hand on his rumbling stomach, wishing that Johnny, although he scared Todd to death, would bring him a taco or some other form of nutrient. He grabbed Shmee and whispered something in his ear as he crept downstairs to see what his parents were so preoccupied with.
Johnny looked over through Squee's little window, he thought he saw him looking back, but in a moment, the small round face had dissapeared. He heard yelling comming from the house nextdoor, and a feeling of sorrow came over him, he really did like little Squee, he didn't deserve to live with those fucks.
He opened the door the house, it was always unlocked, setting the bag on the counter of his kitchen. Grabbing a plate that looked clean from the sink, dropping a taco on it. He heard a noise comming from his drawing room, which was just down the hall, smiling to himself as he walked down the hall, the only sound he made was the unlocking of the door.
Opening the door, he saw what he hoped he would, a young girl who was finally awake. She was looking through his sketch book, softly holding the pages, making sure not to crease or bend them. He noticed she had changed clothes, looking very fragile in his wardrobe of a baggy shirt and tight black pants.
"Good afternoon." he said boldly, smirking as she gasped and flung around. "I brought you a taco."
She stood against the wall, looking so vunlerable and scared. That was his favorite body expression, helplessness. "Well, don't be rude. I did practically save your life, the least you can do is accept this form of kindness." He sat down on the floor with his legs crossed. He slid the plate to her feet gracefully, leaning back against the wall across from her, "My name is Johnny." She opened her mouth, but he interupted her, "Your Aubry, I know." She looked a little taken back by this, sitting down 'indian style' as well, still stiff from fright. "Your probably wondering why your here...am I correct?" Johnny smiled.
"Actually, I don't really care where I am. I already figured out where I'm not and that's all I care about. You could be a homicidal maniac and I wouldn't give a damn." she said, streaching out her legs, looking at the plate of food in front of her. Johnny laughed to himself.
"Glad to hear that." he said softly.
"Excuse me?" she asked, looking up at him through the darkness of the room.
"Nothing..." he grinned again, "What I'm really wondering is why your here in the first place." he cocked his head lazily to one side.
"It's a long story." her voice shrank to the tone of a scolded little girl.
"I've got time, go ahead."
"They're looking for me." she said glancing out the window in a shock of paranoia. "I killed one of them, and now they're looking for me."
"You killed someone?" he asked, looking at this empitome of innocence, this little rich girl, who was obviously lying to his face.
She glanced over at him with a fire in her eye, a very familliar one. He didn't doubt the fact that she could murder someone after that. "So who'd you kill? If I may ask..."
"Tony Lachino."
"Damn." Johnny said as the man who ran into him intruded into his thoughs.
