to the rescue;; greyson

[ally]

Ally drove through downtown Seattle in the pouring rain. The company had loaned him their company Porsche for his stay in Seattle. It was simply marvelous to drive. It was comfy and allowed him to cruise in style, but Ally’s ride today was no joy ride. He was on his way to find a little boy, who’d been all alone for hours without anyone. He said he’d gotten lost, and though Ally didn’t doubt it was possible in a place like Seattle, he had suspicions that it was something else that had caused him to leave his home. But, being the beauty over brain kind of person that he was, he didn’t think there was much he could do to prove it. Besides, even if that was the case, Ally would treat him the same way. He’d feed and bathe him, get him food and generally just tend to him. That’s what he’d do no matter what. Has he drove through the wet down, he turned up the radio to jam out to Ke$ha as he scanned the streets, looking for the landmarks that the boy, Greyson, gave him.

Ally stopped at the place where he found all the landmarks, walking out into the rain. He lifted up the umbrella opening it up, looking for a dirty, pale boy with ripped jeans. He also had told him that he was soaking wet. Ally had brought a few towels and blankets for him in the back seat, ready. Ally walked out, calling out. “Little, bitty Greyson,” he started to call out for him. “Where are you, darling?” He chuckled jumping into a puddle, splashing it along his jeans. He called out again, waiting for the boy to notice him. He began to hum softly. “It’s raining, it’s pouring. The old man is snoring!”

[Greyson Anthony Hobbs]

Greyson hated lying, but it was the only thing he could to do try and avoid people asking him questions as to why he wasn’t at home because he really asked when people asked questions. Everywhere he went they seemed to ask him questions and it really did annoy him, being fourteen he knew that he probably shouldn’t be wandering the streets all alone at night and sleeping on park benches but that was the life he came to know ages ago when he ran away from his home. Two years ago in fact after a life of emotional and mental abuse, his parents were horrible people so he just got up and ran away with really just the clothes on his back and for two years he ran. He ended up here at some point in time and just decided to stay here, finding the best place around so far and besides he hated always running. Even more so now that he knew that he was sick, Greyson had cancer. He knew for a little over four months know and he knew that living on the streets would only worsen his condition maybe that was why he agreed to staying with Ally for the night and just seeing what happened.

Now all he had to do was wait for him, sitting inside the building he was in he shivered still soaking wet from the rain that was pouring outside and shivering from the cold. His teeth were chattering and he was almost even a ghostly pale, not to mention thin too. Part of this was from the cancer, and the other part was just due to lack of food being clearly on the streets. Walking outside shortly after Ally said that he was there he looked about stuck once again in the rain his clothes worn out and old, and even slightly larger on him then they once were. All together it was honestly pretty clear that the kid didn’t even have a home, spotting him he walked over or more like hurried over his old worn out shoes splashing in the puddles in till he was right by him. “I-I’m here” he said quietly his voice sounding a little hoarse, he had been coughing a lot today. His overall appearance and health was all in all not good at all.

[ally]

Ally pranced around the rain, splashing in this puddle and that until he saw a shape of a boy walking up. The poor boy was shaking and shivering in the rain. His eyes grew wide as he took off his Allesandro Dell’Acqua faux fur trench coat, wrapping it around the boy, moving the umbrella over him. “Oh god, sweetie, let’s get you in the car and get you to a warm bath, okay?” Ally’s compassionate instincts took over. He wrapped an arm around the boy, gently starting to lead him to the Porsche. The engine was still running on it, and the headlights shone brightly, illuminating the dark night. Ally examined the boy.

The boy’s eyes were a crystalized blue, but they carried sadness and lackluster dull shading. Ally looked lower, seeing his pale complexion; it was obvious that the boy was not okay. His clothes were ripped and he was shaking as well. His lips were a bright red, probably from his heart racing from the cold water that had been hitting him. Ally took him close into his arms, hugging him. His heart simply bled for the boy. What in the world had the boy done to deserve this? Ally smoothed his hair, cupping his face. “Honey, we are going to get you out of these clothes. I’ll have my assistant get you some new ones in the morning, but for tonight, you can sleep in an old t shirt and sweat pants of mine,” he said with a soft smile. Right now, all Ally wanted was to make him happier.

Gently, the man rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder, leading him towards the car,. He had to remind himself that the boy was old enough to sit in the front seat, escorting him to the passenger side door. Ally opened the door for him, the heat from the car escaped like a landslide upon them. It felt nice.

[Greyson Anthony Hobbs]

Greyson was cold, wet, and sick, just in no condition to be stuck in the rain today but he really didn’t have much choice since there was probably no one else he could find to spend the night. Sleeping on the streets and just anywhere he could find shelter was the way he lived his life and no one ever asked him questions, he seemed to be a good liar due to all his lying he did over the years and now it was to the point that he could just lie so simply and so easily without even much of a worry or a care. He had to lie though, he never wanted to go back home to his parents. They were just so horrible and he didn’t want to have to deal with them ever again, he would rather have died then ever have to handle and having cancer he might just get that chance.

Cancer, ever since he learned he had cancer he really wasn’t happy at all, not that he ever truly was but now it just seemed worse. All his hopes for living at all seemed to die so he was just now a sick fourteen year old boy living lies, and he didn’t quite like it either. The first thing he noticed about Ally was that he really did seem to truly care as he pulled off the coat he was wearing and wrapping it around him as he shivered and shook from the cold his lips clearly red.

“Th-thank you” he said quietly looking up at him his face pale and luckily clean of the dirt that use to be on it from the rain. His eyes though they were still a bright blue looked sadder and much of their luster was now dimmed, he just all together looked sad and it was an awful thing. He looked much younger then he really was, if even twelve but really was fourteen and being led to the car he stared down just shivering. Warmth was just what he needed and looked at the car he blinked, it really had been awhile since he had been in a car even semi nice.

[ally]

Ally helped him into the car, even buckled the boy up for him. He reached over to smooth his hair, looking him in the eye. “I know you haven’t been out here just for tonight,” he explained calmly. “And you aren’t in trouble for lying… I just want you to know that I know.” His soft voice danced melodically through the air, making him seem much more feminine than he actually was. Ally never really had to try to confuse people about his gender. He just acted the way he always did, and it just happened naturally. He always got questioned on it, but that was just fine because the people who picked on him for it where now buying the magazines with him on the cover.

Ally gently shut the door, moving to the driver’s seat daintily. He looked up into the rearview mirror, fluffing out his hair. Then he applied a thin coat of lip gloss. He looked over to smile at his little friend. He hoped the heat from the car would at least make him feel a bit better. It was obvious to Ally that he needed a doctor, maybe not an emergency room visit, but if Greyson ended up staying with him, he’d see a doctor soon. If anything, Ally thought it was this cold Artic breeze that got into the boy’s bones, causing a nasty cold. “So, we are going to stop by McDonald’s to get you something to eat, and then we are off to the hotel. Does that sound good?” The man wanted to keep the little boy informed of everything that they were going on, as to not make him feel uncomfortable. A lot of times kids and adolescents just wanted control, or so he read, and he supposed that giving Greyson as many chances as possible to speak his mind would be as close as he could get to giving him the control.

Ally turned the car around and began to drive back the way he came down the road. “So,” he began, patting a small rhythm on the steering wheel. “order whatever you want, and don’t be shy to ask for things with me. My rules are simple. I treat you nice, and I want the same respect. As long as you do that, we are golden, okay, honeybee?” Ally looked over and smiled at him. He really hoped the boy would like staying with him, even if it was short term.

[Greyson Anthony Hobbs]

The minute Ally admitted to him that he knew that Greyson had been lying he looked down, he really didn’t mean to lie but he didn’t know if he could really trust him because so many people had deceived him before and he could deal with that now. “I didn’t want to lie, I’m sorry for lying but I just don’t like people knowing about my situation” he said quietly and even a little timidly. To most people he actually seemed to appear shy and in certain ways he was, he was very quiet when you first met him but after time he tended to open up more. For now he was really just his timid self looking down feeling almost guilty for having lied and even worse found out, which wasn’t really hard to guess anyways. The boy surely didn’t look like he actually had a home, he simply just looked like any average homeless person only he was very young. It actually wasn’t very often that you found homeless people around his age here, sure they were of course around but not just wandering the streets all alone, they normally had at least someone with them. Greyson had no one, he was simply just all alone and in a way he was always alone since it was clear his parents sure didn’t want him.

Shivering still Greyson was glad for the warm arm that was now blowing on him making him slightly warmer though it didn’t have much of a lasting effect on his since his clothes were still soaked. “Th-that’s fine” he said quietly sneezing, on top of other issues he was sure he had a cold which for him was going to not be a good thing at all. Being as sick as he truly was his health was actually very important to just be taking care of and clearly in his living condition that seemed to just be almost impossible for him to even do so. He was really sick and he knew that, he just didn’t think that he had much hope anyways so he didn’t quite take all the steps that he knew that he should to take care of his self. He knew that it was wrong though and that he shouldn’t because he’s young but he truly didn’t know what else that he could even do, this was just his life and he supposed that he just had to learn to deal with it. Okay maybe he just hated having to deal with it, but he was dying and that was pretty much that.

“I’m just sorta shy in general” Greyson said quietly chewing on his lip a little nervously, he was a good kid though really just seemed a little sad. If you had cancer you weren’t be so chipper too anyways, so he had good reason to be the way he was, “I just haven’t had any actual food in a while. Well I have but it was never anything much” he mumbled, sure that might seem like the reason to his skinniness too but it really wasn’t. The cancer mostly was, he just kept losing weight and never gained a pound.