"You can stay in here." He says and opens the door to the garage and sneaks her inside. "I'll come back with some food in an hour. You're gonna have to hide here because my mom's a cop and she's probably seen your picture and would send you back to San Francisco."

"Your mom's a cop?" Erin asks and Jesus nods.

"Yeah but it's all good as long as she doesn't know you're here-" He starts to explain to ease her worries but she cuts him off.

"I know. This is perfect actually. That means the police won't search here for me. They'll assume that she would have found me here and turned me in. This is the perfect place for me to hide." Erin explains and smiles, prompting a grin to spread on Jesus's face. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll be back with some food in an hour." He says and backs out of the room and closes the door.

That night during dinner everyone noticed that Jesus seemed unusually happy. He of course didn't tell them that this had to do with his new friend who he was hiding in their garage that he planned to employ to help teach him how to connect to people better. He wasn't neuro-typical anymore. And neither was this girl. So if he could learn how to connect with someone who's like him, that'll help him learn how to have a better connection with the people who aren't. She was going to teach him how to get Emma to fall in love with him. That and he was getting pretty lonely being stuck at the house while everyone is at school or work. It'd be nice to have a friend around to keep him company.

"You seem oddly happy lately Jesus." Lena notices and Jesus looks up at his moms, lettuce still hanging out of his mouth.

"Yeah did Emma send you nudes or something?" Jude asks and laughs before Brandon lightly slaps him in the back of his head.

"No." Jesus answers and glares at Jude. "Just a good day I guess. That walk I took really cleared my head." He says.

"Yes well it would have been nice if you told us you were going on a walk before hand." Stef says and Jesus rolls his eyes. "You know it's dangerous for you to be out on your own considering-"

"Yeah I know but that doesn't mean I'm helpless moms." Jesus angrily retorts.

"Okay okay honey calm down we were just worried about you that's all." Lena says and Jesus grumbles an apology and goes back to eating his chicken.

After dinner when everyone had retired to their various rooms Jesus snuck back downstairs and heated up some leftovers for Erin. He snuck out of the house to the garage, carrying the plate and he knocked on the door three times, letting her know it was him. Then he opened up the door and found her sitting on the couch, wearing a blue beanie and a quilt blanket wrapped around her.

"Chilly?" He asks.

"Just a bit." She tells him and huddles the blanket a little closer to herself.

He goes over to the corner and turns on a heater.

"That should help you out a bit." He tells her and smiles. "I also brought you some food." He says, showing her the plate of food.

She smiles and reaches out for it. He hands her the plate and she gratefully took it from him, both of them blushing as their hands touched briefly. Then she chowed down. He offered her a fork and knife but she didn't even take them. She tore the chicken apart with her hands and ate it like she was starving, which Jesus now realized she probably was. He stared in shock as she horked down all the food.

"So uh...you're hungry I see." Jesus notices and Erin slurps up the piece of chicken she was eating and nods.

"All I've been eating for the past three months is whatever food I can steal from fast food joints and loot out of grocery stores." Erin explains and licks her fingers clean. "It's not exactly fine dining."

"Three months?" Jesus asks. "I thought you said you only ran away a week ago?"

She stayed silent and looked down.

"Yeah...I was only able to escape a week ago. But the home I was in has neglected to feed me for much longer than that..." Erin admits and Jesus sighs.

"I'm sorry to hear that." He says. "But if you decide to stay here I can promise you you'll get a nice home cooked meal every night." She smiled at him.

"What's the catch?" She asks. "You promised me I wouldn't be here out of charity and that you'd put me to work somehow. So what do I have to do to keep getting these delicious home cooked meals?"

"Not much really." Jesus says. "I just need some relationship advice." She arches an eyebrow.

"And you think an awkward runaway girl with ADHD would be able to help you out with that?" She asks.

"Yeah." Jesus says. "Because I have ADHD too. And I just figured since you're a girl that you might be able to-"

"Okay just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I have relationship advice that can help you out." Erin says and laughs a bit. "I've never had a boyfriend before and not because I'm a lesbian. Because I'm not. I'm straight." Erin said, feeling the need to clarify. "But guys don't exactly like me because I'm not as girly as they'd like or I seem too weird or-"

"Okay then forget the relationship stuff. Honestly I don't know what I was thinking with that anyway. Must have been some crazy shit that my messed up brain came up with." He jokes and laughs, prompting the girl in front of him to crack a smile too. "Honestly you just seem like someone who's like me." Jesus says, getting serious. "Not neuro-typical, ADHD, can't seem to figure people out, you seem like you could use some help, and so could I so...I figured maybe we could just help each other out."

"I could try that for a little while." Erin says and Jesus smiles.

"Great. Then I'll leave you alone. I'll shine a light up in my window when it's safe for you to come in and use the bathroom. Do you think you can hold out staying out here until then?" He asks and Erin nods.

"It'll be fine." She tells him. "Thank you so much. For everything."

"You're welcome." Jesus says and then stands up to leave.

That night Erin slept better than she had ever. She was so comfortable in fact that she almost felt like she was at home before her mother died. She dreamt that her mother was tucking her into bed and placing a kiss upon her forehead before singing her to sleep softly. She used to sing her All the Pretty Little Ponies by Kenny Loggins every night before she went to sleep. That was before her mother died anyway. Even now she could still hear it in her mind. Her mother singing to her about all of the pretty little ponies as she tucked her in bed and turned out the light. Erin was awoken however by someone who was definitely not her mother.

"Hey there sleepy head. How are you doing?" Jesus asks Erin after gently nudging her awake.

She yawned and stretched her arms out before sitting up to face Jesus. "I'm doing alright." She says and rubs her right eye. "What time is it?"

"Around 9 am. You can come into the main house now, everyone's gone." Jesus tells her and offers her his hand and she takes it and he pulls her up but in her sleepy state she stumbles and falls into his chest.

"Whoops. I'm so sorry." Erin says and pushes herself off of him and he laughs at her.

"Whoa slow your roll there girl, I've only known you for a day and you're already falling for me." Jesus jokes and Erin rolls her eyes and starts swatting at his chest as he laughs and turns around and starts walking away from her.

"Don't flatter yourself!" Erin scolds him as she runs up next to him to catch up to him as he heads inside the house. "Just because you look super hot doesn't mean that I'm going to just fall head over heels for you."

"So you admit I'm hot?" Jesus asks and smiles.

Erin groaned, mentally face palming from stroking the taller teen's ego.

"Yes Jesus you're hot but that doesn't mean I'd fall in love with you. My standards are a bit higher than that." Erin informs him and crosses her arms.

"Maybe that's why you've never had a boyfriend before." He tells her and she scoffs.

"Hey. It's not my fault you guys all have ridiculously high standards for girls." Erin says as the two of them step inside the kitchen. "If you took girls for who they are and not just their appearance then girls like me would be very high in demand."

"Yeah we need to get you laid." Jesus says and tosses her an orange.

"Hey! Sex doesn't solve relationship problems." Erin argues and Jesus takes a bite out of an apple.

"Well have you ever had sex before?" He asks and Erin looks sadly at her orange. "I'll take that as a no." She nods softly and Jesus noticed she looked a bit scared before she took a deep breath and started to peel her orange.

As she ate a slice she savored it like it was the most delicious thing she had ever had the pleasure of tasting. The sweet tanginess did wonders to her tastebuds.

"Wow, you must be really starving." Jesus notices and Erin nods.

"It's been years since I've had fresh food that tastes so good." Erin tells him and he hits the table and goes over to the fridge.

"Then today I'm going to be cooking the greatest food you've ever had." Jesus says and Erin smiles and he notices her visibly get happier at the promise of good food.

He opened up his phone, looking to play one of his playlists and then frowned at it. Then he remembered. He discreetly went over to one of the baskets by the sink and reached inside and pulled out something. He kept facing away from Erin, not wanting her to see him wearing his ridiculous looking glasses. But the girl noticed him put them on and a mischievous look came over her face. She smiled and ran up to face him and he jumped and his eyes widened when he realized she caught him with his glasses on and he quickly took them off.

"You don't have to hide your glasses from me." Erin tells him and smiles. "Put them back on." She insists and Jesus slowly puts them back on and looks at her and she smiles even brighter and giggles a bit.

"Yeah I know I look ridiculous." Jesus says.

"Actually I was going to say you look cute. You look ten times hotter with your glasses on." Erin says and Jesus arches an eyebrow and tries to ignore the way his heart leapt when she said that endearing comment.

"I look hotter with these ridiculous things on?" He asks her. "God you are weird."

The two of them spend the whole morning cooking food and Jesus's heart warmed at how happy Erin seemed to be having so many fresh vegetables and fruits at their disposal. He was glad he could make someone feel so happy. Maybe he wasn't a complete failure. Although they did have to break out the fire extinguisher a few times because Erin didn't know how to cook and Jesus wasn't exactly in the best condition to be operating a stove top on his own. So they decided to stick to making salads and stuff that required minimal oven and stove use. And in the meantime the two of them found themselves dancing along to some of Jesus's tunes.

Even though Erin didn't really understand a lot of the words, she seemed to really like Despacito. Jesus put that one on repeat and he and Erin danced around the kitchen and living room to it. He told her how he was working on learning the words to this song since his memory still wasn't that great and how he wanted to sing it to Emma once he could remember it. Erin thought that was really sweet of him and assured her that Emma would enjoy a gift like that on the basis that any girl would love a gift that came from the heart. But for now she was graced with Jesus trying to sing the song and teaching her how to salsa as they made salsa, while listening to Despacito which resulted in a lot of toe stepping and giggling as he held her hands and taught her how to move her steps in time with his.

Eventually they ditched the intricacies of that and Jesus opted to just twirl her around the living room, singing along to the song, helping correct her pronunciation of some of the words when needed. Which was very often. Then suddenly out of nowhere as they were dancing he scooped her up in his arms and she shrieked as he held his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck and looked straight into his eyes.

"I was getting bored of looking down at you so I figured I'd just pick you up to my eye level." Jesus tells her simply and she blushes and her eyelashes flutter. Erin never noticed how pretty his brown eyes were, or how safe she felt in his strong arms. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah." Erin says and smiles. "Next time just give me some warning okay?"

"Sure thing short stack." He teases and she frowns at him and he laughs. "You know you're really cute when you frown like that."

"Don't use that as an excuse to get me angry you giant idiot." Erin quips back.

"I don't know it's really tempting." Jesus says. "But if I've learned anything from my twin sister it's that you definitely don't want to get short people angry so I think I'd rather have you ugly and happy than cute and mad."

"Hey!" She says and punches his chest.

"I'm joking. You're cute no matter how you're feeling." He tells her honestly, looking into her eyes and Erin calms down and looks into his.

"You think I'm cute?" She asks him and he nods.

"Yeah. You really are Erin. Any guy who's refused to give you the time of day based on your looks clearly doesn't see what I see in front of me right now." He says honestly.

Her stubbornness told her to hold her ground from all the teasing, but her heart was telling her to forgive this big idiot for some reason. The teens stared at each other for awhile but then the silent tension was broken by the sound of the door opening and Lena's voice calling:

"Jesus I'm home!"

Erin and Jesus looked at each other, eyes wide in fear.