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Guardian {Fogu_s_Tofu & Dawn Dearest}

Kinny smiled wide as he popped the piece of ice in his mouth. "Food's getting cold." The look on her face, to him, was priceless and burned in his mind. "Besides, we want to get out early today don't we." he brought a tray around to her. "You go ahead and eat. I'm gonna get a few things together." He had been dressed for a while now, excited with the prospect of looking for their own place. Though they might not find one yet, it still had him ready to go.
 
Jorie laughed softly as she watched him, he looked so cute, all excited like. Smiling she looked down at the tray then back up at him, it was weird having a guardian angel in her life that she could actually see, yet it was amazing. Grinning she ate the food quickly then jumped up from the bed, going over to her closet she looked inside trying to decide what to wear, she then decided on the dress, pulling it out she slipped it on easily then looked at herself in the mirror.
 
He grabbed pens, paper and made sure he had his wallet. He turned and she was done eating, up and getting dressed. He watched as she changed, taking her tray in hand. "I'll take this down stairs." He slipped out of the room and could be heard going down the hall.
 
Seeing him leave, Jorie tugged her hair up into pig tails, smiling softly she turned and left the room, following him quickly. Reaching the downstairs she glanced around, wondering if her parents were home or gone out. She looked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch, with a glass of wine. Making a face, Jorie walked over the to closet by the door and pulled out a light coat. After yesterday's storm she wasn't taking any chances. Looking through the closet she tilted her head, there should have been a coat in there he could wear.
 
Kinny found her snooping in a closet after he cleaned the tray and plate. He gve her a quick kiss on the neck his hand resting on her hip he asked. "Ready to go?" He wasn't worried about jorie's mom, she was pretty plastered already.
 
Jorie looked up at him and smiled pulling out a random coat, it just happened to be a black trench coat. Shrugging her shoulders she handed it to him. "Here and yeah I am." she tilted her head watching him, reaching up with one hand she ran her fingers across his cheek, then kissed his lips, a part of her wondering where her father was.
 
He didn't even look at what she handed him. She kissed him and he felt warmth run through his body. As they parted he slipped the article on. "Sweet! A trench coat, I used to have one of these." It looked good over the goth outfit. "Oh, and good news. Your father's working late today."
 
When he pulled back from the kiss, her body shivered softly. Watching him slip the coat on she smiled and nodded "It looks good on you." Jorie then looked over to where her mother was still sitting, she hadn't moved once...except to take a sip from her drink. Shaking her head she looked back up at Kinny. "Oh, that's awesome. I'm glad." she said softly about her father working late.
 
He took her hand in his, with a smile, he led her to the front door. "Our fisrt step towards freedom. I would like you to go first." He opened the door and stepped aside. "You were trapped her longer than I, so it seems fitting."
 
Jorie raised an eyebrow at him then shook her head, "You were here with me the whole time...remember?" gripping his hand tightly she pulled him close to her. Laughing softly she pulled him out the door at the same time she stepped out. She didn't really notice the overcast sky, or the wind, she only stared at him, her arms wrapped around his waist before she leaned her head on his chest.
 
"I was." She had a valid point. Every day for the past seventeen years. He'd seen her first steps, her first A, first time on a bike. He'd saw her come of age. He'd missed many details, but the things he did notice warmed his heart. "I'll be here the whole time."
He tangled his fingers in her hair and returned the hug. "Can we go to the music store after we hit up a few possible-home-places? I've got a song stuck in my head and I really want to hear it." He still held her, his cheek lightly resting on her head.
 
Jorie nodded smiling "Sure, do you want to go there first then?" she pulled back and looked up at him catching a glance at the sky. "Should...we...uhm bring an umbrella?" she looked back at him and fixed her coat. She was actually curious to know what song it was he was thinking about.
 
"I'd rather look at a few places close by. Why double back." He looked up at the sky too. "Yea, better safe than sorry." He gave her a quick kiss and let loose of her. "I'll get it." He jogged through the door and was back in an instant with a dark purple parasole under his arm. He put his right elbow out to her. "Shall we my dear?"
 
Jorie grinned watching him, then she took his elbow "Yes, let's." she looked up at the sky one last time, either it was mentioning something coming, or there was going to be another wicked storm.
 
Re returned the gesture. "alright then." He took his first step watching as she followed. The pit in his stomach a little less tight, but still quite present. "There's a nice little house, I know we said apartment, but it's quaint, close to school. In fact, all we'd have to do is cross the street." he let his mind wander. "We could 'sleep' in late."
 
Jorie giggled softly "Oh, I like that idea." Grinning she looked around wondering what was up with the weird weather. The wind was picking up, it was odd, but it seemed like since he switched into human form, everything was changing. Smiling Jorie let go of his elbow and wrapped her arm around his waist.
 
His arm went around her shoulder. "That's my girl." A bright future lay ahead, he just wonder what trials they had to go through. "What about emancipation?" It needed to be brought up some time, why not while on a walk. "You're still a minor, and just moving out... it might not be a good idea to be a runaway."
 
"It's Texas, Kinny, I can legally leave." Jorie said softly as she leaned into him. She liked being called his girl, it just felt right. "Kinny, things are different, I'm not much of a minor....I'm seventeen, old enough to make my own decisions, and leave home." she shrugged her shoulders.
 
"Well, I never bothered to learn the laws in texas. I'm a punk from California. As far as I remember, eighteen was the age when most young adults moved out. Also, the cops'll beat the shit out of you there." He Started to fumble through the words of pump up the volume by M/A/R/R/S, he wasn't doing too well so he stopped. "So why didn't you decide to move out sooner?"
 
"I didn't move out sooner, because I was scared, and in my mind, I was alone. I didn't know about you remember? I'm the school's biggest toy, I get bullied everyday and teased. So, why would I have moved out on my own? When....the world gives me enough hell." Jorie paused and listened to what he tried to sing, grinning she shook her head, obviously that was his own music. She began humming softly to a song before she began singing softly,
"I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place.
And you're still probably working
At a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
Did it ever get you far?
You never seem so tense, love
Never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man thats worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

Truth be told I miss you
Truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
If you look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you walk my way
I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell (hope it gives you hell)
When you hear this song and you sing along well you'll never tell
And you're the fool I've just as well I hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell
You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell"
when Jorie finished singing, she blushed, realizing she had been singing out loud as they walked.
 
He listened with an open ear. He was grinning broadly when she stopped. "Beautiful." He'd forgotten about the rap relic from the eighties and was now wondering what the song was. "I wish I'd payed you more attention before. So close all that time, but i was like a busy brother. never had the time to really get to know you."

He didn't give her a reason to justify why he didn't do that before, instead he started up with a song of his own. "It was fun, and it helped pass the time. "If you know the words just sing along. Though I doubt that you will." He said quickly before starting.

"At home, at work, at play
I know you're unavailable from dusk to dawn
Or if you were available you'd bring along
A lot of what could only be a hindrance to me
I ain't a glutton for a lot of sweaty company
You gotta catch her while she's still at home
You gotta catch her while she's still at work
You gotta catch her while she's still at play
The only way is at home, work, or play

Time really flies when it ain't that much time
You better shave half your face at a time
And brush the front of your teeth, leave the rest
And be with her when she's not with the rest
Stop, there's gotta be a million girls like her, though
I can't think of one
So you catch her while she's still at home
And you catch her while she's still at work
And you catch her while she's still at play

Don't let her calendar be any cause to pout
There is a bit of time when there are few about
I'm gonna skirt the issue of her popularity
And just avail myself of all the time that she is free
You gotta catch her while she's still at home
You gotta catch her while she's still at work
You gotta catch her while she's still at play
Cause half the day she's at home, work or play

And time is fleeing the scene of the crime
The act of passing out wrinkles and lines
To every person regardless of race
To every person regardless of face
Stop, there's gotta be a million girls like her though
I can't think of one
So at home she says you butler well
And at work she says you're typing well
And at play she says you caddie well

Stop, There's gotta be a million girls like her though
I can't think of one
So you catch her while she's still at home
And you catch her while she's still at work
And you catch her while she's still at play

I'm gonna love you under incandescent light
I'm gonna love you under fluorescent light
The glaring sun above should not inhibit us at all
I'm very glad to know that your libido never palls

Stop, she's unique, especially at home
Where you're butler, maid, and often cook
And at work together juggling books
Or at play between the tennis sets
Or at play before she's placed her bet
Or at play while she's still slightly wet
Or at play while she is dripping wet"

After he'd finished, he really looked embarrassed. "Sorry. I'd listened to some weird shit growing up, most of this stuff was handed down by my uncle. He, he made sure i gre up with variety that's for sure."
 
Jorie had wanted to question him on his statement, then he began before she even could, so she shrugged and listened closely. She never heard the song before but it sounded pretty cool. When he finished she grinned "Hey, it's better then the music my parents play...if that can even be called music." She said laughing as she thought about the strange sounding stuff her parents played every night. Shaking her head she looked up at the sky, staring at the dark clouds, she then shook her head, and closed her eyes, in front of her being a street post.
 
He laughed and looked towards her, his cheeks were still pink untill he saw where she was heading. He pulled her to the side, she slipped, spun and started to fall back towards him. He grabbed her under the arms. He smiled. "Try to save you from meeting a post, and almost introduce you to the pavement." there was that classic humor of his.
 
Jorie cried out when he pulled her, she screamed when she slipped and spun, and sighed when he caught her. Blowing some hair off her face, she shook her pig tails off her shoulders. Looking down she noticed her jacket had opened, and slid down her shoulders, her dress straps had fallen down her arms, and now her breasts were showing, her black lace bra clearly visible as well as her soft flesh. Blushing she looked at Kinny.


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Jorie's Dress
 
She looked at him with reddened cheeks, he looked from her face. "Oh!" He helped her to stand and with her jacket. "Sorry." He felt a little annoyed that someone could have seen her, that it was her fault. She had given herelf to him, and she would be his untill she chose otherwise.
 
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