Waking Up Unaware (ATTN: Saint)

[Jonah Finn]

Jonah couldn't remember the last time he slept peacefully, without the fear of waking up to the sting of a belt or yells that came with an alcohol-laden wheezing breathing down his neck.

But the awkward position he was in told him he wasn't even in his room. Or in his house for that matter. He shot straight up and looked around. He wondered aloud of his surroundings.

"Where the hell am I?" his voice was thick and sawdust-y. Rubbing his eyes, his feet touched carpeted floors and he got up. Fortunately, he didn't feel woozy so he hadn't been drunk and he was in some stranger's house. He opened the door and peered out. The view was familiar but not somewhere he had been frequently.

Jonah padded silently out into the hall and looked around. Okay, so the things here were definitely things he had seen before. But where...?

Then yesterday came back to him. Having dinner in the Juarez household, tucking Saint into bed...staying by his side until Jonah was sure he could hear soft snores coming from the raven-haired boy.

He had slept over the night before, that was the reason for the pleasant awakening. He smiled and walked to Saint's room. Knocking softly on the door, he opened and closed it behind him before walking to the side of the bed, sitting down on the chair he had placed by the bed. He looked at Saint's sleeping form before a small smile appeared on his face. The boy was beautiful. And what Jonah was doing right then was downright creepy but he couldn't have cared any less.

Jonah leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms over his chest and waited until Saint woke up.

[Saint Juarez]

Saint was sleeping deeply, so deep that it felt like he was submerged in maple syrup and trying to swim to the surface. Long before his eyes opened he could hear something that wasn't right, something that urged him to reach consciousness to discover what it could be. He opened his eyes and felt his daily shock that there was nothing there. He sighed and listened. "Jonah? Your cell phone is buzzing," he said quietly, his voice blurry with wakening consciousness. He didn't ask why the other boy was in his room rather than the guest room his mother had basically given him so he would have a place to be private in during the long hours the other boy was at their house.

Saint stretched his thin body after flinging off the covers. Coco came to lick his hand after woofing hello quietly. Saint chuckled and sat up, his hair going in almost every direction imaginable. He was pale and skinny. The trauma of the last few weeks still affecting his appetite. Coco helped him to stand and then make his way towards his bathroom. "I'll be in the other room while you take your call," he said with a slight smile, trying not to feel jealous of whoever the mysterious caller was. Not only didn't he have the right to feel that way, but it was dangerous to get so attached to Jonah. The energetic vibrant boy would not want to be stuck with a handicapped weirdo for a boyfriend. He had enough drama with his sicko father. He closed the door to take care of business and prepare for his shower.

(ooc: saw you had a tags above so was giving you a chance to deal with it. If you want him to play hooky with his friend, Saint won't rat him out)

[Jonah Finn]

[ooc: have Saint skip too ]

The vibration on his left thigh was left unnoticed for the first few minutes until Saint woke up and told him so. He blushed and grinned sheepishly. He slid the phone out of his jeans and looked at the screen to see the familiar number of his best friend...his only real friend anyway, Liz Davies. It was a text message that he thought he could read later on. He placed his hand on Saint's shoulder and walked with him to the bathroom. "It's just a text message. I can read it later." He said. "You think you're going to be okay in there?"

Jonah felt a bit hopeless for a bit as he looked to Saint. He hadn't been much help really. He wondered if he ever will be. He wasn't used to helping anyone but there was something about Saint that made him want to try. So why did he feel like such a loser when it came to taking care of the blind boy?

He really hadn't done anything. The fact that he was getting paid to do it kind of made him feel like such a fraud. Maybe he should just quit. He remembered what Saint had asked him the day before. It kind of hurt him that Saint thought he was only doing it for the money. He hadn't shown any disdain towards the blind boy for thinking that. In fact, if it were anyone else besides Saint, he would have just punched him and said that was true.

He remembered the text message from Liz and he read it. "Damn it...Liz." He chuckled and looked up to Saint. "Hey...you think you can play hooky with me and my friend?"

[Jonah Finn]

Saint was holding a towel around his waist with one hand and Coco's harness with the other. "Hooky? Won't I been in the way? You would have a lot more fun without me there," he suggested, not really wanting to be in the way and ruin Jonah's fun since it didn't seem like he had much of that. He slowly made his way to his dresser and began to pull out clothing for him to wear. One thing with mostly wearing black, he rarely didn't match.

Jonah tried hard not to stare at Saint's body as he backed away from the other boy so he could move around his room freely. "Santos..." he said raspily before clearing his throat. "I can tell you now it's not going to be fun without you." Jonah said. Was Saint buying into that bullshit? What if Saint didn't even like him that way? Did he?

Jonah hated being doubtful of himself. Mostly because he never had to question himself until now. "You sure you don't need help? I kinda feel my presence here is counterproductive if I don't help with at least something." He sprang up from the bed and walked to Saint, placing a hand on his forearm.

Prickles of electricity ran up Saint's arm as the heat of Jonah's hand began to warm his cool skin. He stopped moving and listened to Jonah and tried to hear beneath the words spoken, something he had noticed happening a lot lately and that he wished he could trust his understanding of more. "Well... I was just going to grab an outfit and hope, but if you want to dress me this morning, sure go ahead. If you really do want me there then I will go. After yesterday, it would be nice to have a break from the stares."

Words had never affected Jonah as much as Saint's did and a smile broke out on his face. He knew Saint still did not trust the fact that Jonah was doing all this not just because he needed the money. Of course that part was true but Jonah was also doing it because Saint was a pretty cool guy. And he had helped Jonah even though Jonah was a complete bastard when they had first met.

The words that wanted to come out of Jonah were pretty pathetic and far too forward especially since they had only met a couple of days ago. But before he could stop himself, the words blurted out. "Of course I'd want you with me. I'm not going to let you go through with school alone without me. I'm supposed to protect you.

"And if you don't mind a complete stranger looking at you naked then...hand me your shirt." Jonah said in a low voice, his hand dropping down to Saint's waist.

Saint blushed despite his own conviction that nudity was nothing to be ashamed of. He just wished he could see what he was looking like. "I'm not quite as bad as Jandro, but I have been known to wander the house au natural on occasion. I think it comes from my mother's side of the family. We are all happier with the least amount of clothing possible. Plus when you model you have to get used to changing around people at the drop of a hat," he said, demonstrating by dropping the towel and stepping away from it.

When the towel dropped from Saint's hand and he stepped away from the towel, Jonah's eyes were twitching to look downwards but instead he lifted his hand from Saint's waist up to the other boy's cheek. Jonah's thumb rubbed against the spot that had reddened and his smile softened.

"You're making it pretty...difficult for me to not have fun when you're around." He managed to choke out with a strangled laughter. "I'm gonna peg you as a boxers kind of guy." Jonah dropped his hand from Saint's cheek and went in search of boxers and jeans. He first dressed Saint in his shirt before pulling Saint close to him, letting the boy rest his head on Jonah's shoulder before helping him into his boxers and jeans. A flash of white caught Jonah's eyes as he slid the jeans up Saint's legs.

Saint looked presentable except for his zipper and button. Jonah suppressed a laugh before doing up the button and zipping him up. "There...that should do it."

Saint felt breathless and bewildered. The hug almost completely undid him and he reluctantly released Jonah when he pulled away. Saint stared without seeing into the mirror and ran his fingers over the clothing to try to figure out how he looked. He figured he looked a little more street punk than Goth punk, but he wasn't going to complain, not when he was on the verge of hyperventilating anyway. He nodded. "This should be fine," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Jonah grabbed a comb and pulled Saint's hand to curl around the handle of the comb. "I'm no good with hair. You do that and Coco's right beside you. I'm going to go and get my bag from the other room. I'll meet you both in the living room, alright?" Jonah slid his hand up and down Saint's arm a few times before going to the other room and grabbed his backpack and went to the living room with a smile. He flipped his phone open and replied to Liz's text.

It took several moments for Saint to be able to breathe, let alone move. His brain was going over time. Jonah wouldn't be so casually intimate, he wasn't the type. To Saint this meant the other boy was interested despite his handicap. He finally got the proper amount of attitude into his spiked hair and went to wait in the living room after feeding Coco. Lia came through and he told her he was going out instead of to school. She was fine and promised she wouldn't tell Jandro yet as he hadn't completely warmed to Jonah yet. Lia kissed his cheek and left to catch up with her twin and the bus.

Seeing Saint and Lia, Jonah couldn't help being jealous. The whole family was all about warmth. Jonah shook his head, not wanting self-pity ruin his day. Not today. Saint was going to meet Liz.

Jonah approached Saint and pulled his hand through the crook of Saint's arm. "Alright let's go."