*I don't own regular show or it's characters, or any songs, But do own a few ocs.

Chapter 3

Benson sat on the hood awhile longer. He then decided to go to the back seat of the car and pull out his guitar. He climbed back on the hood and leaned against the front window. He then began to play one of his favorite Johnny Cash songs. Then he began to sing.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that binds

Because your mine, I walk the line-

" I didn't know you could play so well."

Suddenness of a new voice startled Benson to where he nearly fell off the car. He looked around to who had spoken. He saw no one until he leaned in front of him and looked over the hood on the ground where sat the white she-cat from earlier that day.

"What did I tell you earlier brat?" Benson said, anger growing in his voice.

She stood up in a huff while making a pouty face. Benson noticed she wasn't wearing the school uniform. Instead she wore what looked like a night gown. A very poor looking night gown.

"I came back 'cause I lost my necklace earlier and I was retracing my steps," She explained. Benson watched her closely and found out she was telling the truth as she pulled out a shoelace that had been beaded through cereal from her pocket.

The girl seemed a bit braver facing him which made him a little uneasy. He decided to try and scare her away again. He took in a big breath and began to roar, but was suddenly stopped when hit with some sort of liquid that he nearly choked on.

"You won't scare me or anyone again."

"What the hell was that?!" Benson yelled, coughing in between words.

"Wait, you're not melting?"

"Why would I melt?!"

"'Cause I just threw holy water in your face!"

"Why would you do that?!"

"'Cause you're a monster and monsters hate holy water!"

Benson looked at the little girl. She was giving him a hard glare into his eyes not looking away. He tried to stare back, but looked away. It was the way she had called him a monster that hit him hard and had him draw down his eyes. It made him think back at many times his father had gone to town and the way people called him a monster every time he had lost his temper in public.

She kept her stare, but it started to turn to a since of regret for the harshness she had just displayed. It didn't last long, for Benson spoke again. "What made you think holy water would make me melt?"

"'Cause Father told me that holy water was the best source to fight away evil. Monsters are big and scary, so they must be evil. So by splashing it on a monster like you, you'd melt away in the name of Christ," she explained.

"And what exactly makes you think I'm a monster?" Benson huffed.

"You roared."

Benson began to laugh. He didn't know why, but it seemed just too damn funny not to laugh at the kid's childish imagination. She, however, didn't get why he even started laughing, but felt like he was mocking her. She started getting angry again.

"What's so funny?" she glared.

"ROAR!"

"EEEK!" she screamed as she pulled out another tiny bottle of holy water and splashed it in his face. Upon impact, Benson covered his glass head and rolled off the car screeching in pain. The cat-girl saw him hit the ground and rushed over to see if he was okay. But when she reached down to help, she saw he was grinning at her for falling for the trick. She stood back up and kicked him in the stomach.

"Ooof!" he grunted.

"Bastard," she simply stated, then watched him get up to a standing position against the Chevy. "Are all adults this immature?"

"I don't know. Are all Pussie-cats in such a hissy fit that they bush their tails and cough cuss word after cuss word?" Benson spat back.

"Fuck off!" she screamed and began repeatedly punching his arm. It didn't hurt, but it was getting annoying. He pushed her away by the forehead with his finger. This peaked her anger, so she turned around and kicked a front tire of the station wagon.

"Hey! Don't kick G.Q.!" Benson yelled at her, gumballs turning a shade of red. She stared at him confused.

"G.Q.?"

"Yes, 'Green Queen'. If you kick her again I'll kill you!"

"Wait, you named your car?"

"Yeah, so what?"

"Well it's just that adults don't usually name their car."

"I'm not an adult. I'm thirteen." That gave her a start.

"But, you have a car, you work, you're big-"

"That doesn't exactly make me an adult." She gazed at him trying to find a since of lying. She found none. Now that she thought about it he did seem a little younger than an adult. They no longer faced each other and looked into the sky. There was silence between them.

Taking in the night air Benson let out a sigh. He turned his head toward the kid once again and saw her staring directly at him. She has a question he thought to himself. He asked her what was on her mind. She refused to ask at first, but Benson had soon grabbed her into a headlock and nuggied her till she caved.

"I was just wondering where your parents were. That's all." She rubbed her sore head.

"Probably the same place your parents are."

"Oh. My deepest condolences."

"What about?" asked Benson, a little impressed by her big words.

"Well you just said that they were in the same place my parents are. That means they're gone too, so I was saying that I too morn the lost. I learned it at the orphanage."

Benson was shocked at what she just said. Her parents gone? My deepest condolences? The runt is an orphan. And Benson a fuckin' bastard. He apologized to her and explained his situation.

"What I had meant was they are at a place I never want to go back to."

"Oooh," she gasped. "So you're a runaway." She was forming a creepy grin that freaked out Benson. She then got up on the hood of the car.

"Hey! Get off my c-"

"And this was your get away and now a mobile home." She began thinking to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Benson pulled her off the hood by the scruff of her neck and threw her on the ground and gave her a glare. Not bothering to take heed the warning, she lies down flat quickly rolling away from Benson, under the Chevy till she was on the other side and opened the passenger side door, got in and closed and locked the door before Benson had a chance to get to her.

He got over to the door and began searching for his keys. They weren't in any of his pockets. He heard her knock on the window. When he looked, the keys were dangling in her hands inside the vehicle.

The rat stole his keys.

"Open up."Benson tried to stay calm, but his gumballs had already turned a dark shade of red and he was losing his patience.

"You have to promise to take me with you!" she yelled so Benson could hear.

"Like hell I will! OPEN UP!" Benson was practically seething with rage.

"Not till you promise to take me with you. I promise to earn my stay!"

"I'M NOT TAKING YOU WITH ME!" he grew a shade deeper. He tried opening the door though he knew it was locked.

"PLEASE! You have to! I'll do whatever you want just let me come!"

"NO! GET OUT OF MY CAR! I DON'T WANT YOU WITH ME! WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND THAT? YOU HAVE FRIENDS AND A PLACE THAT CARES AND FEEDS YOU! WHY LEAVE?!" Benson had had it. He was about to smash the window open when the she-cat pulled up on one side her night gown to her hip. He froze at first, then realized what she was showing him.

On her left leg, he saw a hoard of bruises and raw marks probably made by a belt acting as a whip. His anger left him immediately and was replaced by guilt. It became clear why the girl was really out there on the streets at night. She left hoping anywhere was better than that orphanage, and came across Benson, another runaway, by chance. And in hopes of gaining a friend she locked herself in his station wagon and pleaded for him to take her with him.

Benson walked to the front of his car and grabbed back up his guitar. He then settled himself back onto the hood of the car and closed his eyes in thought. He then heaved a heavy sigh and began another song.

Hear that lonesome whip poor will

He sounds too blue to fly

The midnight train is whining low

I'm so lonesome I could cry

He heard the car door unlock, open, and shut, but he didn't look in the direction of the figure that got out and crawled up next to him. They both released a breath they didn't know they were holding. Benson then finally looked over at the cat-girl who still stared longingly at him.

"I happen to like Elvis." She said quietly.

Benson gave her a soft smile.

"You got a name kid?" he asked.

"Many, but I just go by Coach." She replied. "You?"

"Benson."

There was a brief silence, then Coach spoke. "So, where you going?"

"Out of town, to get a new job because I do need to feed myself," he paused and looked at the sad frown she gave, then added with a smile, "and my new friend." Out of joy, Coach gave him a huge hug, and Benson took the time to get her in another headlock and gave her a nuggie.

They shared a laugh.

Chapter 3! wow this one really touched me a little and I hope it has done the same for everyone. Reveiw please!