Untitled Tim

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The ice cold wind slapped his cheek as he sat on a lonely bench. The inside of his shoe was wet from trapt snow, which had slowly begun to melt from his bodys heat. Everytime he breathed in air, his lungs burned and his throat suffered. This was one of the bad days in chicago.

Tim nuzzled his nose deeper into his scarf, hiding half his face from the world. He was waiting in front of his middle school for the bus. But, he was already at school, so why wait for the bus?

There was a high school across from his middle school, and there was someone who rode the bus to school whom he was waiting for. His mom drove to work in his schools direction, up south to her big company. It just made sense she dropped him off to school everyday. Though she would've anyway since she would forbid him riding a bus in this horrid weather.

He could hear the bus and its creaking tires on the rugged street, making its way towards the middle school and he winced. The noise it made was painful to his ears, but he realized... all buses were noisy.

The two screen doors slid open, and an old lady with a button nose and bleached blond hair yelled at the kids in the back. All of them ushered out of the giant vehicle, the dark clothed teenagers making a striking contrast next to the bright yellow bus. He didn't look up, but he didn't really need to when he saw the bottom of leather boots stop by his feet.

She dyed her hair. It was now a nice cotton candy pink, and she wore bangs slightly below her brow. Hair short in the back, but getting longer up top, which she spiked. Long whisps of hair framed her oval face, which she wore with expertly applied make up. Though it was heavy, with plum lipstick, the look of a powdered china doll seemed to suit her. Powdered because she had skin that even the current falling snow sulked in shame compared to her whiteness.

Warm hands came up under his chin and guided his face towards hers. She licked his lips, then kissed them softly.

"Hello my little dumpling." She greeted him.

His ivory cheeks turned almost as pink as her hair. "I'm freezing Kim."

She held out her hand, and with that he stood, so he could hold hers in return. Kim always walked him to class to his middle school, ever since the first day they met. It was about three years ago, when she was a eighth grader and he was a tiny elementry school kid. She attended a middle school that walked the same way as his elementry school. So his first day walking, they of course bumped into each other.

"OH MY GOD! Your just the cutest little thing I've ever seen! Where are you heading to little midgit?" He pouted from the name Midgit, since he was always the smallest out of the boys.

"Maple Leaf elementry, um..."

"Kimberly! Just call me Kim. Well buddy, it seems were going to be walking to school together every day then. My middle school goes just five or six blocks from your school."

"My names Timmy." He looked up from his feet, and took a good long look at her appearence. She had bright red hair, heavy make up, and very light colored skin.

"See Timmy, we were made for each other. Our names rhyme. Tim and Kim are going to be friends from now on 'k?" Her school must of had uniforms, since she wore a white short sleeved button up blouse. She jazzed it up with a pink and black tie, and she had alot of buttons on her brown skirt (Saying some inappropriate things). Kim reached down and clutched his hand, holding his with slender looking fingers. Her fingers had rings covering them, and all up her wrists a bunch of different bracelets.

"Okays." His voice was quiet and soft. He was always pretty shy, but his maturity had added his age some numbers.

They held hands and walked all the way up to his school's steps, and to his classroom door. Before he walked into class, She bent down and kissed him on the lips. His face turned red. She held him tight, making loud whining noises. "Tiiiimmmmyyyy!!!!!" All the kids stared at him and his eyes widend, mortified.

"BYE TIM! HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL!" She called out as she walked out the school doors. He still stood there though, eyes wide, blood rushed to his face.

He knew then that life wouldn't be the same. And it wasn't.

He shook his head as the memorys faded from his mind, and arrived at his first period class. It was a bit early too. She sat there on his desk holding his hands. He leaned in, elbows on the hard surface. She blew hot air into his numbly cold fingers, and he sighed happily as feeling was starting not to feel so foreign.

"Lets sneak into the golf lot tomorrow. I love that bridge and the frozen river beneath it. Okay cupcake?"

He nodded.

The bell rung, ringing an annoying DEE-DEE throughout the halls and classrooms. She hopped off his desk and he put his mittens back on. Kim kissed his forehead, before wiping the little bit of lipstick off with her thumb, and headed out the door.

"Kim." He said a bit loudly so she could hear. She stopped at the frame, leaning back dramaticly to look at him. "I love you."

"I love you too, cupcake."

Students started to pour into his classroom, the normal girls gossiping, and the normal guys saying cuss words and talking shit. Acting stupid. He thought the majority of the people in his school was stupid, which was true.

But he didn't worry about that. He wasn't even thinking about anything, except...her.

He sat a bit dumb-folded in his seat, until the teacher arose in front of the class and ordered people to write down todays homework.

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The last bell rang, and class got out. He started to place his papers in his binder, the rest of the student body piling out in the halls. Boys loudly running to the buses to get the best seats. He zipped up his backpack, and started also to head outdoors. He walked home after school, which wasn't very far.

As he approached the cement sidewalk and began to walk, he caught sight of her dropping her backpack into a mans trunk and getting into the car. Every day it was a new car, a different man. Well, sometimes the same. They drove off, the car making a signal to turn right. He caught a short glimpse of the man, and he inwardly shuddered. They're appearence always were different, so I guess men of all status were into that kind of thing. Sick bastards.

After a short walk, he approached his home. Traffic started to get heavy, since people were getting off work, schools had gotten out, and so on. Rush hour. He turned to the padlock on the fenced door to his apartment and punched in the familiar numbers. He slipped off his shoes and socks, leaving them by the door next to the heater. Nobody was home until late, so he usually had the house to himself.

He was tired, so he grabed a blanket off the side of the sofa, then plopped on it. Tim stared at the ceiling, his mind rushing too much information through him because of the daily activitys. History report...pick a president and how they affected the United States...Clinton...fucked the U.S...English honors...Write a poem about the book...write...book...

'Kim...yeah...'

'Please...oh god...'

The form of a fat man hairy beneath the stomach and legs. He pulled on her candy hair and shuddered on top of her.

"BOO!!!"

"KIM!" He sat up, looking guilty as ever. He was dreaming of her, and someone he didn't recognize. Kim sat on top of him, laughing hystericly. Kim knew his houses code, so she usually visited him once she got back from her job, and stayed until about a half hour before his parents came home.

"You don't normally scream little Timmy! HAH! You...hah! Should've seen...the look...on your face HAH!" She collapsed on him, Tims body not the only one sweating. His clothes were slightly sticky from perspiration. She groaned and mumbled into the blanket around him. He laid back down, his arms propped under his head. Kim stared at him through smudged mascera and blue eyes.

"I'm pooped."

"What time is it?"

"ABOUT..." She looked at her watch. "Eight...twenty seven...ed." His face twisted into a shocked expression.

"How long have you been here?"

"ABOUT..." She paused. "Two hours. I got tired of your lazy bum bumming out for so long so I FINALLY woke you up!" She kissed what little of his neck was revealed through his scarf, and sat up on the cream colored vintage sofa. "I'm gonna take a shower. I almost forgot I wanted one when I came in and saw your cute little sleeping face."

When she got off him, all her trinklets made a little clinky sound. Metal touching metal, and it sounded strangely like jingle bells. Even though her little accessorys made so much noise, she was almost always able to catch him off guard and suprise him. Maybe he wasn't very observant, but still.

He slowly got up from his comfortable, or was comfortable, position on the sofa. He left his scarf and jacket there, letting it drape lazily across the blanket. Following her, he almost immediately heard the shower head turn on when he stepped through the door. His room was pretty customized, but not from his own doing. Kim had told him that now that he was becoming a teenager, he should express himself in as many ways possible. His room, his clothes, even his hair. She tried to put a mohawk on him once, but THAT didn't turn out well. He liked soft music, like Beethoven and Enya. But Kim had brought over some of her Sum 41 posters and Syztem of a down wall scrolls. His walls were painted a dark blue, his bed was a dark grey, with white pillow cases, but one purple one. Tim liked things to be a bit different.

So besides that, he had: a dresser on the left side of his wall, a lamp and small bookcase by his bed, along with a stero system, and his closet that was beside the bathroom door on the right.

Steam started to emitt a bit from under the door from Kims using the shower. She carelessly left her clothes by his closet, and he noticed one of his shirts was missing off a hanger. 'Whenever she borrows clothes...she gives them back and they smell werid. Like, spice and rosemary.' He rubbed his stomach. 'Spice and rosemary...augh, I'm hungry.'

"KIM." He said a bit loudly. The water turned off and she called out in a sing song voice. 'WHAT Timmy?!'

"You want some pizza pockets?"

'YEAH!' Came her muffled reply. The water turned on with a slight screech, and she went back to singing original songs. She liked to make cute melodys that she made up by singing about whatever she was doing in the shower. He could hear her now...

'Scrub my legs, under the arms, and off comes the dirt! Cleaning my whole body so I can wear TIMMYS SHIRT!'

The floor was a bit cold, even though he had turned the heater on when he came home. The bottom of his milky colored feet felt rubbery from no feeling as he walked on the tile. He scratched the back of his neck, grabbing some hot pockets from the freezer.

'Pepperoni and sausage...four cheese...pepperoni...' He grunted and took the four cheese and pepperoni, unwrapping them and putting them in the microwave. Tim leaned against the counter, feeling a bit uneasy for some reason. That dream...he really couldn't believe what a fucked up world this is. He could never put his mind on ease, ever since she told him about a year ago. Shivers went through his spine and he looked up when the microwave beeped. He opened the door, reaching out his hand to grab one of the pockets when a body pressed against his.

Arms snaked around his middle and flesh pressed firmly against the back of his shirt. She rested her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck. He droped the hot pocket he was holding on the counter. Her hands moved upwards to his chest, holding him closer.

She whispered. "Timmy..."

He swallowed and tried to settle the butterflys in his stomach. Tim was about to reach up and touch her face, but all of a sudden she reached out and took the pepperoni hot pockets and left the kitchin.

"OOH...OOH hot hot, eep!"

"That'll teach you for taking my hot pockets Kim!" He sighed and laughed under his breath. 'Stupid Kim, god I swear. She confuses me so much I just want to--'

"Comere Tim! Lets cuddly togethers."

"Coming."

Tim always, Always forgot to bring lunch to school, since his mom always liked to get ready quickly and early. The time she wanted to leave was rediculous, so the only thing he could do was shower, dress, grab an apple, and split. By the time he got home, he was famished. PLUS, pepperoni was his favorite, so by the time he got to his room and saw Kim jumping on his bed. Eating his hotpockets. To Slipknot on his stero. He was feeling a bit annoyed.

She pulled a pepperoni from a pocket and slowly chewed a bit with her front teeth. Obviously she was trying to annoy him, and she always knew what his buttons were, and she pushed them when she felt like it.

"Sadistic candy head." He pouted, and tryed to reach for the hot pocket in her hands, but she held it high and took the last bite. "I just want ONE BITE! Kim! Please!" He kept stretching out his arm over his head, trying with little success to snatch the hot pocke from her clutches.

"Make me give you a bite, dumpling." She bent down over him and took a bite in his face when he looked up. Desperately, he jumped up and took a bite off the pocket in her hand. She gasped and tried to take it away from him but to no avail.

"Sneaky little mouse!" She squeeked.

"Tom always manages to fool Jerry Kim." He smirked triumphantly at her.

They finished the pockets, and after about ten more minutes of bouncing on the bed, Kim finally collapsed on the soft sheets. She panted, and pulled Tim close to her when he tried to just sit next to her.

Tim looked up at her make-up-less face as she held him. Her dark lashes covered the blue depths within almost seductively. He frowned and blinked up at her when she opened her eyes half way to look at him. She had slight freckles on her cheeks and nose when she didn't paint her face. She looked so cute, he had to force back a blush. Well, it still showed.

"Timmy." She mumbled. Kim rubbed her nose against his and kissed it. They laid in silence, together in each others arms. Her chest rose slightly up and down, pressed against his own. He probably would never admitt it, but even though he always rejected the idea of her affections...'I kinda...like it.' He shook his head inside. 'Augh, you know... maybe I'm just starved for attention.'

It was slightly true. Mom and dad were never home, and when they were, things were always casual. No, 'Hi honey how was your day,' or, 'Hey son, I'd like to meet your teachers and see the interesting things your learning.' He was actually one of the few kids whom, every year since kindergarden, never had parents stop by for...well, Anything. Parent meetings, back to school night, first day of school. Even when he was in elementry.

His teachers kind of understood, so only a few times he was questioned about it. He wondered if this was the cause of him accepting being a pet so easily. Well, he was pretty much a pet and masochistic toy for Kim. He liked what she did, how she touched and kissed him. When they huged. She was one of the few people who took notice of him. And the only to stay with him for so long...

Its why it pained him when he found out one of her dark secrets. He hated it. He hated everybody and everything for being so ignorant to real situations like this. 'Kim...'

"I didn't like this one very much." She said suddenly.

He felt almost caught, as if she could read his thoughts. His body felt hot all of a sudden, and he tensed. His green eyes met hers, and she looked away from him sadly. This is what hurt, this is what pained him.

"He gave me a few bruises..." Kim said so quietly. He knew she was ashamed. It was so clearly evident in her voice when they talked about it.

"Where?"

He kind of wished he didn't ask.

She pulled down his boxers she was wearing. Just a bit, and there was three light yellow purple streaks on each side of her waist. He cringed with disgust. Without thinking, he felt the alabaster skin with his index finger. She flinched at the stomach, and giggled while pulling the shirt down forcefully.

"I got about two fifty for it though, so I don't really mind."

"Kim..."

"Shoosh puppy." Her lips pressed against his, not in a kiss. Just touching. She brushed her lips against his to silence his mouth. Then she kissed him.

She pushed him down and leaned over him to look at the clock on the nightstand. The bright green letters flashed, '10:45'. She let her body go limp on his chest and she rolled over on her back. He sat up and put his arms resting against her stomach, and her head hung off the bed. Her pink hair hung from her scalp, brushing against the blue comforter.

"I guess its time for me to...TAKE A HIKE!" She rolled off the bed slowly, then plopped on the floor. "Oomph."

"Think you'll be okay? Walking home I mean..."

"You always ask me that, pumpkin. I'll be fine!" She smiled at him, but then something caught her eye. In a flash, she reached over and grabbed the four cheese hot pocket he hadn't even touched. "HAH, you FAIL!" She cheered.

"I've lost like two pounds from you eating all my food Kim!!" He grumbled. "Then my parents come home and look in the fridge, and look at the empty cabnets and wonder how the hell could I eat so much."

"Yeah, you being so tiny and short doesn't help to hide that someone has been stealing your food!" She called from the living room. He heard her little jingle bell sounds again, then the door closed with a thud. The house was quiet.

'You know...', he started to think. 'Augh, I DONT know...'

He turned off his bedroom light, and got under the sheets. A small rock was thrown at his window, and he smiled. It was her way of telling him that she was safe.

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A/N: Next chapter I'll try writing in a different format, just wanted to give you a basic idea of the situation.