A/N: I'm giving this chapter to you guys a little bit earlier because I wont be able to reach my computer later. Enjoy :)

This is not beta'd

Disclaimer: I don't anything.

*by the way 'Po' tesoro' is loosely translated to 'little treasure'. Its an Italian endearment that a mother might use for her child.

PewPewPewPewPewPewPewPewPew!

"Uhhhg," I groaned and shifted, feeling disoriented.

PewPewPew!

'What the hell is that?' I whined internally. I could see the yellow sunlight behind my closed eyelids, though for some reason it didn't feel as hot on the beach as it usually did...

It actually felt like a well air-conditioned area.

I shifted again and noticed that the abnormally soft sand didn't shift with me.

PewPewPew!

I opened my eyes to investigate the source of the agitating sound, and shot up panicking when I saw the unfamiliar room. Where the hell was I?

Quinn

It all came rushing back to me at once, and I collapsed back on the bed closing my eyes. Quinn, and his mom...

She let me stay.

I couldn't believe that she actually let me stay alone with her son again. Quinn an his mother were some of the kindest people I ever met and even though I didn't want to admit it their charity meant a lot to me. Taking charity was not something I was fond of, begging was something I never did. I foraged for myself with out the help of others and I typically liked it that way but I had to say I was grateful to Quinn and his beautif- ahh.. his nice mother.

I pressed my face into the mattress, there wasn't really much I could do to thank them but I tried.

The last thing I remembered was helping out Quinn with him math homework. After he'd shown me a shelf of his model cars I'd reminded him his mother had said something about homework and he reluctantly sat down with me and we worked on his math together. I guess I fell asleep while he was trying to work out a problem.

It took him forever to do problems. After the third time of me doing a problem for him I caught on to his little trick, he thought if he waited long enough I'd do it for him.

He was a smart kid.

PewPewPew!

'That damn noise!'

I cracked an eye open again and jumped , a pair of big brown eyes were laying close to my face scaring the fucking shit out of me.

"Holy shit kid, don't do-"

"Hey," he said, cutting me off. "no cursing." In his hand he held a plastic toy gun, pressing the trigger made the gun shoot an artificial yellow light and emitted a PewPewPew, noise.

Well I guess that wasn't the fucking sun, and it explained the noise. It seemed that he decided crawling up next to me and pointing a fake gun to my face was a good way to get me up

I roughly ran my hand over my face to rouse myself further.

"Sorry," I yawned. He threw me a smile, as if I'd please him to no end. It was contagious because I felt my lips sleepily pull up of they're own accord.

"What, kid?"

"Its time to get up, Mr... hey what is your name?" he furrowed his brow.

I pulled myself up on my elbows and stared down at him, he was waiting patiently for my answer and I had a feeling he'd keep bugging me until I gave it.

I was right because after awhile of me not answering he began to bounce up and down on the mattress, causing me to go up and down with it. I tried to wait him out, foolishly thinking that he'd get bored quickly but he was a persistent little thing. His bounces only increased in tempo, in turn making me bounce higher.

"What's your name?" he asked again, still hopping up and down.

"Mary Jane." I smirked.

"That." bounce "Is." bounce "A." bounce "Girls." bounce "Name." bounce

I just smiled.

"Fine Mary Jane, don't tell me your name. I will get it out of you, but you've gotta get up." he popped up from his spot and stood at the foot of the pullout with his arms crossed over his little chest.

"For what?" I said, slightly agitated now. I glanced at the end table, that held a clock and a lamp. The time read 7:30 and I felt my eyes bug. I was never up this early in the morning, and why the hell did he have so much fucking energy?

"What do you mean for what you smell." he answered, as if it was obvious.

"Oh." I grumbled, he obviously expected me to take a shower.

"Listen kid, I don't think your mother would appreciate my using either of your bathrooms." I imagined his mother waking up to find me, in her shower again only this time with no clothes on and naked.

Yea she probably wouldn't be as nice as she was yesterday.

"Your not using my bathroom, your too dirty." he scrunched up his nose like his mother had when she saw me, and again I couldn't help the small quick smile as it passed my lips.

"And my mom isn't here she's working, but I don't want you to use hers either."

"Then where do you expect me to get clean?" I said raising and eyebrow.

"There this place at the top floor, they can clean you real good up there." he dropped the toy and was gathering my shoes. He put them by the door yesterday because they smelled too bad.

I imagined the place he was talking about a spa, but from what I remember when he pulled me into the entrance, this place was pretty upscale and the spa wouldn't be cheap.

"And-" before I could ask who would be funding our trip to the spa, Quinn was already pulling on his own sneakers and chucking my dirty shoes at me.

"C'mooooooon." He said impatiently.

I complained about how pushy he was, before throwing my legs over the side and slipping on my shoes.

Again I felt bad. This kid was going through all of this to take care of me, and I couldn't understand why.

But a bath really did sound nice.

I couldn't tell you how many dirty looks you get when your homeless. My dingy appearance and less than appealing smell offended, that I understood. There wasn't much I could do about it except use those showers at the beach, but most didn't enjoy looking at a naked man on a non nudist beach. Not that I really fucking cared.

When even I offended myself with my smell, I was going to fucking shower whether you like the view or not.

But those looks were nothing compared to how all these people looked at me in this hotel.

Every time the elevator we rode stopped to let on another person, they would give me the same look. Throwing up their noses immediately making an indignant sound like I had done something wrong. It spoke volumes about how they resented the fact that they didn't know why I was here, and didn't exactly approve of me being here either.

Quinn seemed oblivious to the whispers and stares that were thrown our way, whereas I wanted to flip each one of them off so they'd bring their fucking noses back down to my level.

He was blissfully unaware as he explained to me that on the weekends he was allowed anywhere in the hotel, as long as he didn't leave the actual premises. He was also speaking animatedly about a women that was friends with his mother who worked in the spa. From the way he spoke about her he completely adored her, and she the same. I tried to listen, I really did, but the way he skipped around in his stories was starting to give me a migraine.

Quinn ceased talking when we reached the second to top floor, the elevator doors opened to reveal a spacious waiting room area where women sat reading magazines in plush armchairs. Up at the front was a desk where they were waiting to be called on to enter behind it.

Quinn, marched straight up to the desk with an air of purpose. It was a little funny to watch because the kid was so short that his head barely cleared the edge of the desk. The receptionist had to stand up to peer down at him.

"Ah," a man,with the bright aqua button down shirt said as he recognized Quinn. His hair was long and ash blonde, pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck. He waved a pale hand over, and Quinn came behind the desk and let him pull him onto his lap.

"Po' tesoro! Let me guess you are here to see Ali, no?" he questioned. His Italian accent was thick, through his wispy voice.

"Yea where is she? I need her help." he glanced over at me and the man's gaze followed. When he saw me he made a loud 'tsk' sound. "Yes, darling. Yes you do. Go ahead you know where." he waved me and Quinn through the rounded archway.

Through the arch way there was a long elaborate hallway. It was decked out in marble and there were lights coming from the ceiling that let off a blueish glow, giving you the feeling of being underwater. Either side of the hallway had doors lined one after the other and at the very end of the hallway was another desk. I assumed that's where we were supposed to go because Quinn was walking me down the hall towards it.

We reached a small impish women with shortly cropped black hair, and golden streaks running through it. Because of the woman's stature, the desk was smaller, and it didn't take much for Quinn to hop up and sit right in the girl's line of sight.

"Quinny!" she squealed, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Hey Ali!" he answered brightly, hugging her back.

I couldn't remember him telling me what the name of his mother's friend was, but I could tell by the way he rambled at her excitedly that she was the one he was going on about before.

"So," she said when the chatter between them died down "What brings you here kiddo?"

"Oh yea!" Quinn exclaimed, as if he got totally sidetracked. He waved me forward eagerly until I was standing toe to toe with the desk.

"What is that?"She stared at me with wide-eyed disgust. What is it with these people? It was like they've never seen someone dirty before.

Her look was grating on my nerves and I was going to open my mouth and ask what her fucking problem was, but Quinn spoke first.

"He is my friend. He's dirty Alice." Quinn's voice conveyed no hint of malice, just simply a child stating what he saw in front of him.

"You got that right," she snorted delicately "why is he here though?" she was staring right at me, but it was as if I wasn't here in front of her.

Quinn leaned in, as if to tell her a secret, but the kid couldn't whisper to save his life.

"Can you clean him for me, he's really smelly and I don't want him to stink up our room. Don't tell him I said that though, I don't want to be mean."

I rolled my eyes and the woman let out a giggle.

Alice grabbed his cheeks and pinched them, they way and aunt would her favorite nephew.

"Anything for you, Quinny."

I guess I really didn't have a say, even if I had wanted to turn down the bath.