I've been taken...(guy needed)

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    "I dont know maybe. My guitar will be in it's case nexr to my bed. The sheet music green folder ontop of my desk. Tbo will probably be in his kennel just leave him in there and carry him outside. He is a pitbul mix puppy so thats why. Then I canrt.livw without archery so my bow and arrows are in the closet." Cris looked at him with honest eyes and went back to drawing.

    "No weapons. Everything else is fine. Please don't leave me." He said softly, unlocking the door. Hank smiled and peeked at her drawing. His fingers drummed on thewheel and he carefully turned off the car. He waited for her to get out.

    Cris sighed and put her things down glaring at him with cold blue eyes. "I am getting my bow and arrows. They arnt the kind I can kill you with. They're just target practice arrows." Cris assured walking into the house and went to her room. Grabbing her things quickly along with clothes and her stuffed animal.

    Hank waited patiently. Hopefully, she was being truthful with him. He turned on some classic rock and began nodding his head to the music. Hank didn't sing, he mouthed the words, though. He watched the front door, waiting for Burns to walk right on through.

    "Help me with the dog cage? I got stuff to carry!" Cris yelled annoyed. So he was kidnappingher but wouldnt help her? What kindof jaked up world is this?

    Hank groaned and climbed out of the carto help. He picked up the cage in his strong arms and put it in his trunk. He turned towards Burns. "What is your name, anyways?" He asked softly. His voice was filled with quizzical wonder.

    "Cris Burns." She answered simply putting hee things in the trunck. Crossing her arms Cris patted. Tbo's head and smiled. Be a good boy. I going to sit in the front but you be good. Frowning Cris climbed back inti the truch anx creid. No more freinds... partys... nothing.

    Wiping the tears away Cris looked back at him. Her face no more than a smirk. "I packed the arrows and bow..." then just a small little twinkle crossed her eyes as he called her Burns. She liked that. Alot. Of course though Cris would never admitt it.

    "Well, Burns, if thats what floats your boat, I can't refuse." He said softly. Hank started the car, smiling. "Don't cry please." He said softly, pulling out of the drivewayy and begining on the road.

    "Well if I dont cry there is going to be alot of problems between you and me. There already is." Cris knew that this was one of those guys that loved you for a little untilhe relized he couldnt have you. Then all he** would break.loose

    "Why do you think that?" Hank asked, amused. I mean, what did crying have to do with anything. He drove onto the highway and begin to think. He glanced at Burns every now and then, quizzical about this girl. He smiled lightly, shaking it away.

    "Is this the ugly place you said we have to live in together?" Cris asked getting out of the car as soon as he stopped it. Cris herself was a little.suprised she hadnt treix to run yet. It was probably cause zhendidnt want him hurting her puppy.

    He stepped out of the car and grabbed the dogs crate. "Well, it's basically the disguise. Inside, it is like a mansion." Hank said thoughtfully. He spoke the truth. Inside is was a suitable living area and it was well furnished. He walked towards the door.

    Rolling herr eyes Cris grabbed everything and followed him. I side it was pretty neat. A couch, tv, one bed. One bed?was he serious? Cris would rather sleep on the couch even if itwas a tempur pedic king sized bed.

    "Sorry about the bed, I was on a budget. The bathroom is the door on the left, kitchen on right." Hank said. As he spoke, he pointed to everything he mentioned, placing down the dog. He didn't let it out until he locked the door.

    Cris just nodded taking it all in. Gently she set down everythingin a nice pile next to the couch. "Hey Tbo! Is that a good boy? Yes he is. Yes he is!" She pulled out a treat giving it to him beofre laying down a towel for him to sleepon. "Thanks...for leting me bring my stuff."

    "Whatever. Just behave and you won't loose anything." Hank said. His eyes were locked on the dog. He sat down on the bed, running his fingers through his hair. His feet beat against the floor as his eyes traveled to Burns.

    Holding the puppy close she glared angrily at Hank. If anyone hurt Tbo she would hurt them. "No one touches my dog in a an abusive way do you understand?" Picking him up she sat down next Hank and put the puppy in his lap. "Aww! You two look great together!"

    Hank pushed the dog onto the ground quite hard. It whimmpered before running off. "I don't like mutts." He muttered, standing up and walking to the kitchen. He opened up the fridge, staring at the food bored.