JLXS: Here's the next chappie all youse people! So read on!

The phone rang as Jaylex was zipping her corset-fashioned top. "Willum!" she called. Her butler entered the room and handed her the phone.

"It's Kenneth, miss."

"Thank you." She took the receiver and Willum left the room. "Hey," she called.

"Hey Jaylex. So… is the pipsqueak comin'?"

"Pipsqueak? Oh, you mean Spot…"

"Yeah him."

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Nope. Just curious."

"Alright. Hey, I'll talk to you later. I gotta' finish gettin' ready."

"Ok. See ya'."

"Bye." She turned the phone off and placed it on her bed. "Hm, almost done." She walked over to her mirror and began to pick out some jewelry.

"Chains?" Spot asked from her doorway.

"Yes, chains."

"Ok. If it suits ya'."

"Hey, Doggy-boy…"

"Spot," he remarked defiantly.

"Sorry, Spot, since ya' came from the past, I think, and you don't know how to live in the present world, why don't you be my bodyguard?"

"Ya' what?"

"My bodyguard, someone who follows me around and keeps rabid fans from tearing me apart."

"Oh…"

"You'll get paid two-hundred a day, extra for expenses, full health coverage, free lodging, and free meals whenever you want, provided you make them yourself…"

"So if Ise refuse, I gotta' pay to stay?" he asked, sensing an ulterior motive.

"Yup."

"Fig'ered. Did ya' say two-hundred?" Spot asked, doing a double take. (A/N: Fig'ered is Newsie for figured)

"Yup."

"You gotcha' self a deal."

"Figured."

Spot sported his usual smirk. "Ise been meanin' ta' ask youse…"

"Yeah?" she asked, sitting next to him on her bed.

"Why's youse wear black all 'da time?"

"Dunno… just like the color black I guess…"

Spot raised and eyebrow.

"Never mind. The limo will be here in another twenty minutes; let's go wait downstairs."

"Ok. What's a limo?"

"Spot, I told you, no questions."

"Fine."

The limo arrived a few minutes later and the two got in. Spot looked at the TV. "What's…"

"Spot."

"Geez, youse gots probl'ums. Why can't I ask youse a simple quest'in?"

"Because that's all you've been doing since ya' got here."

"But Ise ain't used 'ta 'ya time, 'memba,?"

"What's the question?"

"I wan'ed 'ta knowse more 'bout this place."

"Where to begin…" she asked aloud. "Okay. Um, kids don't have to work, due to child labor laws." She noticed that Spot was about to open his mouth. "Child labor laws say that kids aren't allowed to work, unless they're like 16 or older. Everything's computerized, meaning that everything we want done can be done by a machine."

"Oh."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"Nope."

"I figured. Look, I'll explain things as we ride in the limo, provided you're not too horribly distracted."

For twenty minutes, Spot listened to Jaylex, trying his hardest to pay attention, but to no avail.

Jaylex gave up with a sigh as the limo pulled into the hotel at which the interview was taking place. The two teens stepped out of the car, Jaylex shadowing Spot due to her height.

"How tall are youse anyhow?" he asked as they began walking through the doors.

Before she could answer, however, the two were attacked by rabid fans.

"Dude! It's Jaylex from Disturbed."

"I want her autograph!"

"I want her number!"

Jaylex shook her head; no use trying to get out of this one. She said, reaching in her pocket for a pen and some photos when…

"Move it!" Spot yelled.

The rabid fans silenced and looked at Spot, perplexity upon their faces.

"Whose the kid?" one whispered to his friend.

"Ise ain't no kid, got it? Now move it!"

The bewildered crowd parted to allow the two passage to the private suite rented for the interview.

As they entered the suite, Jaylex gave Spot a round of applause. "I'm quite impressed."

"Well, Ise gots a job and Ise plan ta' do it right."

"I'll give you twenty extra."

"Fine by me."

"I was wonderin' when you two were gonna' arrive," came Kenneth's voice from the couch.

"Hey!" Jaylex yelled in greeting.

"Yo!" came the reply from Craig.

" 'Sup?" was Len's greeting.

Jacob waved his hand.

Sepher looked detached.

"Where's the reporter?"

"Not here yet."

"Oh."

"Whose the kid?" asked Jacob.

"Ise ain't no kid," Spot answered.

"Whoa, he's a Yank!" Craig, who took a second to understand what he was saying, exclaimed.

"Yank?" Spot asked warily.

"Um, look, he's a friend of mine. Recently, he hit his head falling down a staircase and now he has amnesia. Don't bombard him with questions, okay?" Jaylex explained.

Spot didn't exactly like the story of falling downstairs as he was far too coordinated to fall victim so easily to such a clumsy fall as that.

'Go with it,' Jaylex mouthed.

Spot sighed, something he had rarely ever done.

"How do ya' know the squirt?" Craig asked.

"Please, not right now. I'm still extremely tired from today's ordeal."

What ordeal?"

"What have I told you about prying?"

"Not to."

"Exactly, now if you'll excuse me, kiddo, I'd like to sit on the couch," she said, pushing the fourteen-year old aside.

"Don't call me kiddo!"

"Then don't call him squirt, as he's older than you."

"He is?"

"Ise am. Ise 16."

"OOooh. Okay, then I guess I won't call you squirt, even though you're two inches shorter than me and a foot shorter than Jay."

"It's Jaylex!" Jaylex yelled from the couch she was sharing with Kenneth.

"In fact, Jaylex is taller than Kenneth! And he's eighteen!"

"Only by three inches," Kenneth replied.

"But she's two years younger than you and probably is still growing," Jacob said, joining in the conversation.

"I stopped a year ago," she explained.

"As did I," Kenneth sighed.

"How funny," Len commented.

Sepher "harrumphed" loudly from his chair.

"Well, sorry Mister King of Mean; we're just having fun," Jacob yelled.

This is when the reporter made his appearance.

Spot looked at the reporter. He seemed familiar…

"Hello you six… um seven," he added, seeing Spot. "My name is Ryan Enton and I'm with Gothic Moon. I do believe I know everyone's name… well, except for you…" he said, pointing to Spot.

"Name's Spot."

"He's my bodyguard."

"Oh, well that would certainly explain the name. Now then, let's begin this interview."

Spot sprang up from his chair in surprise, which was strange for Spot as he never took down his calm façade. "Jaylex, Ise need ta' speak wit' youse."

"Uh… o…" but she didn't get to finish her reply. Spot yanked her wrist and dragged her to the conjoining room.

"What's this about?" she asked as he closed the door.

"Ise know 'im."

"What do you…"

"Back in New York, dere was dis reporta' named Brian Denton who woiked fo' da Sun."

Jaylex blinked. "There probably relatives. Ryan might be his Great-great-grandson or something."

"But…"

"It's weird for you, huh?" she asked. She felt sorry for him. 'Poor guy, he's gotten himself into some deep confusion. He's such… an outsider,' she mused.

"What are ya' starin' at?"

"Huh?"

Spot grinned. He had caught her off-guard. 'Let's see how long this'll last…' he thought devilishly.

He sat next to her on the loveseat and put a palm to he face, hoping to anger her. As said before, he enjoyed pushing her buttons.

She blushed. 'What the hell is he doing?' She wanted to slap him. She wanted to push him away. She wanted to yell at him for touching her. She wanted… She wanted… him.

She pressed her lips against his, completely catching him off-guard.

Spot went wide-eyed for a moment, but then decided that she was kissing him to throw him off. 'Two can play this…' He pushed himself against her, causing her to gasp and fall backwards against the loveseat. He placed a hand to her side, then her hip, and finally her bottom.

"Spot…" she gasped as she pushed his face away.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"What are you two…" Kenneth began to ask as he opened the door. He paused as he took in the scene before him. "Um…"

"This isn't what it looks like."

"Jaylex, what's go…" Jacob questioned, appearing next to Kenneth.

'Oh my, this could get violent…' Jaylex thought.

JLXS: Sorry it took so long to post! I hope you enjoyed. Since it's almost summer, I'll be posting more often. Maybe I'll actually get my laptop fixed so I can finish No More Pain. sweatdrop Anyway, I'll update soon. (Hopefully)