Disclaimer: I don't own anything NNY related. Sooooo, don't sue me. :) Even though I would like to own him... But that would be kind of dangerous... :)

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"Home sweet home!"
Squee took a step in, the musty air greeting his face, his color slowly returning. The house was dim and plain. The only furniture was a torn couch and a TV set.
"Its not much, but it's comfy." Johnny added trying to make his home sound exciting.

Squee took a few more steps inside, examining it inch by inch. He walked into the hallway, taking a few more steps, he looked to his right and let out a squeek. He covered his mouth with his hands. Before him there was a man, chained to the wall, his chest ripped open.

"Hey...kid...help... me...out...here." The man studdered. Todd's breaths began to come uneven. He took a step back, bumping into something. He looked up and Johnny stared back down at him. He placed his hands on the boys shoulders.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. But this isn't me anymore, I've changed I swear. I only kept this guy because he called me 'wacky'," Johnny shuddered, "Blek, I hate that word."

Squee's eye began to twitch when his stomach rumbled. He looked down, as it rumbled again.

"I...I wasn't allowed to eat dinner." He explained.

"Why not?"

"My dad... said I wasn't... good enough."

"THAT LITTLE FUCKING PRICK! NOT GOOD ENOUGH? I'LL SHOW HIM NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" He rushed over to his wall, and took down a large blade. Nny looked down at Squee, his eyes full of horror, "Never mind..." He mumbled to himself.
What was Johnny going to do? He didn't have any food here. He survived on late night runs to the store, or Taco Hell.

"Come on, lets get something to eat."
Squee shook his head, his grasp tightning on the bear.
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The two were standing in line at the cashier at Taco Hell, while they decided what they wanted.

"What do you want Squee?"

"I...I don't know, I've never b-been here."

"Never been here! You don't know what you're missing! I know something you'll like."
Johnny stepped up to the register, the cashier shifted uneasily.

"Its you! ITS YOU! YOU'RE THAT GUY THAT KILLED ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN HERE! STAND BACK! OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"

"Umm, I just wanted to order some food for me and the kid here."

"OK, BUT I HAVE NOTHING IN THE REGISTER! SO IT'S USELESS BEING HERE."
Johnny took a deep breath, and exhaled sharply.

"Can I have, a Large Bean burrito, with This-will-make-you-shit cheese, and a Ass Whole."
The cashier pressed nerviously on the machine. Johnny reached into his pocket for money.

"NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE A WIFE AND 3 KIDS!"
Squee looked at the cashier, then back to Johnny. Nny pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to the man.
"IT'S OK! IT'S ON THE HOUSE!"

"Uhh.. thanks?" He shrugged down at Squee and put the crumbled dollar back into his pocket.

The two walked over to a booth, Squee struggled to climb onto the chair. Johnny picked him up, and placed him gently on the chair.
"So Squee, What do you like to do?"
Todd opened his mouth to answer but his attention directed to a different conversation.

"Dude Carla, look at that guys clothes! It looks like he just came out of a bad goth movie." The guy said. He was dressed in all black, had a nose ring, with patches of his hair missing.
His friend, just stared at him. Through her black lipstick lips she said,

"Will you leave them alone Ted? They didn't do anything to you."

"I feel so bad for the kid! I mean to have a father like that? He's one ugly kid!"

Squee gave a frown, as Johnny looked over at him. He stood up from their table and made way to the couples table.

"Excuse me? I overheard your conversation and-"

"What do you want fag? And what right do you have to listen in on our conversation!"
Johnny gave out a loud sigh,

"I just wanted you to apologize to the kid, he's had a bad night."

"I don't really give a jack squat about the kid! I can't believe I'm talking to a homo!"
Johnnys hands rolled up into fists, as he clenched his teeth. He didn't want to do this, not in front of the Squee.

"Listen, we both heard you talking about us, and you hurt his feelings, just be a man and apologize to the kid."

"A man? What do you know about being a man! You might as well be a woman! And who do you think you are listening into our conversation!"

"WELL YOU LITTLE WASTE OF HUMAN FLESH, WE WOULDN'T OF HEARD YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU WEREN'T TALKING SO LOUDLY."
Johnny turned his heels, walking back to Squee.

"Psh, what a fucking...uh...fucker."
Nny quickly turned around, picking a used spork off someones table, and began running towards the guy.

"Look the queers coming, ba--AAAAAHH!"
Nny shoved the spork into the guys eye, as he took out a blade from... who knows where. With one swift move he ran the blade into the guys neck. His head wobbled for a second, as Johnny walked over to Squee. He turned around and threw the knife into the guys forehead, as the head finally fell off.

Squee's eyes were wide, as Johnny returned to the table, sitting down casually.

"Squee? Squeegee? You ok? It seems like you just witness a murder!...heh... heh... I'm funny."

"Uh... Or-Order num-num-number 56?" The cashier held the tray, his hands shaking as Johnny took it from him.

"Yummmm!" Johnny said plopping back down in the seat.
Squee looked at the food, but all he saw was the mans bloody mess.
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When they returned to the house, Squee tried to stay as far away from Johnny as possible.

"You ok Squee? You didn't even touch your burrito."
Squee climbed onto the couch.

"Y-y-yeah, I'm fine... J-j-johnny."

"Please, my friends call me Nny... well that is... if... I had friends."

"Sorry, Johnn- Nny."
Johnny sat down on the couch next to Squee and flipped on the TV. He stopped at an old horror movie.

"Is it ok if we watch this? Its my favorite movie!"
Squee nodded his head, as he curled up into a ball. Everytime Dracula would pop out, Johnny could feel Squee flinch on the couch. When the movie finally ended, Johnny spoke.

"How'd you like that Squee?"
No response. He glanced over at the tiny boy who was sleeping, his head against the arm rest.
A small smile came to Johnny's lips, as he took of his long coat and draped it over Todd's body, like a blanket.

"Goodnight Squee." He whispered as he walked into the other room. He plopped onto the mattress on the floor, and took out his journal.

Dear Die-ary,

I've spent one day with Squee, and I think it's the most fun I've had in a while.

Perhaps this is the feeling of actually having a friend.
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Hi, Thanks for reading. This chapter was pretty much about Nny and Squee's relationship and stuffff. :)

So yess, Please Review!

onlytomriddle: Sorry there was not anything gruesome in the first chapter, I just had to introduce the whole idea. There was a little in this one thought right:)

Gir ate my tacos: I know! They tell him how much they hate him, but why do they keep him around!

Pirate Shinju: Yay! I hope this chapter didn't let you down.

Sweet-Soul: Ok whoo, Good. I thought there was a lot because of the one I read hahaha.

Over the stars: Umm, I love you too? hahahahah:)