My Plate
Kenny was sitting in his house waiting for his life to go by. He hadn't died in a month, and he didn't know whether to be happy, or not. Now people were actually remembering what they did with him. He sighed as he sat there, looking at the clock. Karen had gone to spend the night with Flora, and Kevin was working the night shift. Karol, and Stu had both gone to watch the game at Jimbo's place. Kenny was alone in the house. He heard a knock at the door. He sighed as he got up.
"It better be important!" he shouted as he walked to his door. "I was sleeping!" he lied.
Kenny peaked through the peep hole, and stared. He saw an unfamiliar shadow. He opened the door, and a tall black haired girl stood there, looking straight at him. She had on a nice orange jacket, that looked familiar, and a black sweat shirt underneath. She had coal black eyes, and she had a bright smile on her face. She looked at Kenny, and pushed past him. Kenny just drooled. She had a really nice slim figure, and her chest was amazing. Kenny didn't know what size those twins were, but he really wanted to squeeze them. He turned around, and closed the door. He looked down, and saw that she was wearing a pair of Nike shoes. He smiled again.
"I don't know you, and I don't remember inviting you in." he said bitterly. "Are you even from town?" he asked.
"No." she said. She sounded like…, what did she sound like? Her voice was high pitched and pixyish, and sounded too small for her body. He pictured a deeper voice. He smiled.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
She smiled at him, showing pearly white teeth. She plunged her hand into her cleavage, and pulled out a silver necklace with an upside down cross on it. Kenny let out a piercing scream.
"Damien, get out of that body!" he shouted. "Why are…, who are…, who did you possess?" he asked.
"Does this form not please you?" Damien asked in that girl's voice. "This is not me possessing someone. I morphed into this." He said as he sat down at Ken's kitchen table.
"Damn!" Kenny said as his mouth watered. "Damn…! Damn!" he couldn't stop staring.
"Got food?" she asked.
"Uh, no." Kenny said as he looked around. "What should I call this form of yours?" he asked.
"Deana." She said as she flipped her hair back over her shoulders.
"Well, feed us, Deana." Kenny said as he sat there across from the girl. He smiled.
Damien/Deana, pointed her finger at the dining room table, and food appeared at once. There were two red robin sized burgers, and a huge plate of fries in the middle. Kenny smiled, as he peered into her eyes.
"Marry me!" he said as he looked at all the food. "I'll have a hot meal every day when I get home from work!" he said as the girl made pop appear next to the fries. "What kind of fry sauce do you have?" he asked.
"Ask, and I shall give it to you." The girl said smiling.
Soon, they were both eating. It took them an hour and a half to eat through all the food. Kenny smiled.
"I'm inspired." Kenny said as he drank his soda. "Let's go."
He stood up, and pulled the girl with him to his room. Deana groaned. "You're not going to try and fuck me, are you?" she asked, still with that pixie girl voice.
"I'm too full." Kenny said as he closed the door to the room.
"Kay, well, cuz I am not too attractive to myself right now." Deana muttered as she laid down on the bed.
"I am going to be a singer when I make it out of here." Kenny proclaimed as a song started up.
"Oh, you're going to sing a slow song?" Deana asked giggling.
"How many times have I told you I'm hungry, don't seem to change a thing. Things are still the same. There was a time when you would always feed me, and treat me like, the son you knew I want to be. The mom who really wanted me. You never tried to starve me, mom. And do me all this wrong. Mom what's going on? I try to talk and you walk away. Take away my food, take away my plate. That's just it, mom. You just don't know how, much I'm starving now, that you took all of my chow. It'll be another day. Be another way, to get you to fill up my plate. That's just it, mom. You just don't know how…, much I miss you now, that you stopped feeding me…, ow. It'll be another day. Be another way, to get you to fill up my plate. How many times have we sat at the table, and both ate at one time. With our plates piled high. I'm thinkin' all that food you cooked was a fable. A fairy tale to me…, that's just how it seems. And I know. Even though I know that you were eating and were able…, to do any god damned thing that kept me stable. I try to talk and you walk away. Right out of my face, and don't fill up my plate. That's just it, mom. You just don't know how, much I need you now, that you haven't fed me, wow. That's just it, mom. It'll be another day. Be another way, to get you to fill up my plate. You just don't know how! Much I miss that chow, that you used to feed me, now. It's gon' be another day. Gon' be another way, to get you to fill up my…, plate. Oh. That's just it mom. Oh, you just don't know how! Proud I am right now, that someone took your place. It'll be another day, be another way, to get you to fill up my plate. That's just it, mom! Oh, you just don't know how! Much I love it now, that someone else has got your place! It'll be another day! Be another way! To get you right back here, today!" he sighed as he laid down on the bed.
"You really don't get fed that often?" Deana asked sadly.
"Nope. But I learn to handle it." He said smiling. "Oh, thanks for the food." He said as he patted his belly.
