Chapter 39 Concerns In The Dead Of Nigh (2/2)

Kennedy shuddered as she read this. This was just what she was doing right now. She had gotten into bed almost 6 hours ago and had just been laying there. She knew she was different and she had seen the reports. She didn't want to become a monster.

:So then what do you do? Just make jokes all day?:

:No. I can't change this. I don't understand it either. But things don't always work out the way you want. So I figured I might as well just wait and see. What's the worst that could happen?:

:You could end up as a test subject for the rest of your life?:

:Cool. Maybe we can get side by side cages? And I'm sure they would feed us and stuff. Maybe we wouldn't have to go to school anymore either?:

:LOL. Cage neighbors huh?:

:Yeah. Besides, we arn't going to be the only ones so who knows if they would even bother with a couple of kids from nowhere?:

:Yeah, you're right. It's not something to worry about right now huh?:

:That's right. Now you are using your head.:

:Thanks kid, I feel better now.:

:You're welcome old woman. Happy to help.:

:WHO THE FUCK IS AN OLD WOMAN???:

:Uh, not you, that's for sure.: Laz sent a smiley face along with this last text. He thought of the few interactions he had with this girl and realized that she wasn't like he first imagined.

Beep

Laz got another text that was an image. Opening it up, Laz's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile. It was a picture of Kennedy sticking out her tongue at him. It was just a head shot so Laz could only see that it looked like she was in a bed room with a large blanket hanging on the wall behind her. She seemed to be wearing a rather large shirt as well, but it was just her upper shoulder area that he could see. As a teenage male, he couldn't help but wonder if she was wearing a bra...

:That's going to be your new contact picture.:

:What? No. Come on...:

:HA, too late now. Once you send the picture, it's free use. So there.:

:UGH, fine... Um.. can you send me one?:

Laz thought about it for a moment and took a picture of himself. He had turned around so that the loft door was in view and you could see the wooden frame along with the starry sky in the background. He felt it was kind of impressive, but the problem was he didn't notice that the upper portion of his body was also in the shot which included to top of his 'brand.' Without a shirt on, he had a completely different look to him. His hair was messed up and looked wild. His body had been toned due to his transformation and his muscles were clear to see despite being not overly large. When you add in the tattoo, he looked more like a wild tough guy and not so much like a young and immature kid.

Kennedy got the picture and was shocked. This was the same, quiet spoken kid she had met the other day? The one who was ignoring her like she had a brain problem and was shorter than her? The same one whose head got buried in her chest? For the first time that she could remember, she was flushing a bright red. She almost thought the picture was of someone else but seeing the bright, blue eyes and the stupid 'V' sign he was making, she knew it was the same kid she had just met.

Kennedy typed a few things in but kept deleting them. Frowning at her own uncertainty, she finally responded back.

:Are you naked?:

'WHAT? NO, DAMN IT.' Kennedy thought to herself. This wasn't what she had wanted to say. She had learned from experience that questions like this would usually get a girl a dick picture and that's not what she wanted to see.

:WAIT!! I mean are you in a barn somewhere? And why do you have a tattoo at your age?:

:LMFAO, That's great. That kind of question would get you something you don't want to see from a guy.:

Kennedy's only response back was three angry face emojis. Laz kind of figured she already knew that.

:Yeah, I sleep in a barn with only the stars as my blanket. As for the tattoo, you were not suppose to see that, so just forget about it.: Laz responded, half joking and half serious. He didn't really care if she knew about it, but he couldn't explain it so he wasn't going to bother talking about it.

Kennedy couldn't help but be intrigued by this. The one thing a girl loved was a mysterious guy and she was no different. The more she learned about this young man, the more she realized he was completely different from other guys their age. She was becoming interested in Laz, more so than she thought she would.

:Guys with tattoos are kind of hot.:

Laz was taken back for a moment. He felt like this was completely out of character for her to say, but he decided to go along with it.

:Oh? So you think I'm hot?:

:I said guys, GUYS! You're what? 12? 13? You barely qualify as a kid so your pretty far away from being a guy.:

'Ok, now that's the Kennedy I know,' Laz thought.

:Well, at least that means I have room to grow. Maybe you can help me with something I've been wondering?:

:Oh? Sure. Let this mature lady help you with your problem.:

:Does it hurt to run with those things? I mean, have you ever had one swing up and hit you in the face? I couldn't help but imagine how funny it would be for a 'mature woman' to knock herself out with her own massive feedbags while running...:

:YOU LITTLE SHIT!:

:And with that, GOOD NIGHT!:

Laz quickly switched off his phone and set it down while covering himself up. He realized that he was coming to like this big breasted beauty more and more. He never would have imagined that he could tease a girl like this one day.

Unbeknownst to Laz, at a place back in town many miles away, a young golden haired girl was sitting in bed fuming while laughing to herself.

'Knocked out while running? That bastard. Now I've got that image stuck in my head.' She sent him one final text before putting down her phone and shutting off the light. The room slipped into darkness as she curled up like a kitten in a blanket to sleep, more relaxed than she had been in a long time.