Protective

Part 13

After strolling along an endless pathway, we decided to change direction. Klaus and I made our way towards a big building.

"Hey Janessa?" Klaus said shyly, kicking a stone to the other side of the road. 

"Mm?" I replied absentmindedly, my thoughts were still with that black haired boy sitting in the work van, probably talking to Luther about saving the world, or Delores. 

I internally rolled my eyes. What was that doll's deal? I'm starting to think, all those years, was he truly alone?

"I was wondering." He paused. Well that's not a surprise. "Is being different - Well you know?" He stopped, took a deep breath and continued. "Bad?" He asked.

This caught my attention, out of everyone that I knew, I expected Klaus to be the last person to ask if being different is bad. He doesn't care about what people whisper about him behind his back, or the glares he gets from bypasses, just for the way he dresses. He is always so happy, he is different. 

"That depends." I joke.  

"On?" Klaus held his breathe, waiting for my answer.

"Different doesn't always mean wrong." I replied with a shrug. 

"Yeah, but do people like, not like me because... I'm different?" He asked with another hold of his breath. I sighed. 

"If people don't like you Klaus, because you're 'different'," -I said making quotation marks with my fingers- "then what kind of people are they?" I looked up at him, he was nodding slightly. 

"They need to realize that no one is perfect, and if they don't like you, honestly it's their loss." I said simply. 

"Okay... yeah you're right! Fuck them!" He shouts.

 "Yeah, Fuck them!" I shouted.

 "Thank you Janessa, no wonder Five likes you, you're a babe." He said before running into the building. 

Five likes me? Pfft. No!

"Klaus get your ass back here right now! What do you mean 'five likes me." I asked in a serious tone.

"Shit, did I just say that out loud." He said covering his mouth with his hands.

"No, I can read your mind." I said sarcastically.  

"Wha-." He gasped sheltering his head. 

"Okay what fruit am I thinking of?" He asked with a concentrated face, holding his two fingers up to his temples. 

"Klaus!?..." I dragged. I didn't have time for his games.

"Aha, 'Klaus' is not a fruit, I was thinking of a potato." He said as walked off. 

Potato's aren't fruit either. Ugh! He is probably too sober to have this conversation. I followed Klaus into a small corner store. But stopped at the door. I have never seen so much food in so long, the fridge at home was always empty or filled with Angelo's alcohol. I made a mental note to ask Five what he had done to him.

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Klaus was in one aisle quickly stuffing food into his jacket. I quietly made my way over to him.   

"Klaus, no! What are you doing?" I whisper-shouted.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic Janessa!" He said waving me off.

I cannot get caught for this. No police involved.

Police = questions. 

Questions lead to parental support. Something I do not have. And that leaves me to the problem of Angelo.