It’s decided Grace will watch over Johnny as he sleeps

While Stella trots over to the counter to get a bag for their food, Johnny finishes stifling down the rest of his nuggets. Once returning the left over food, is then wrapped up, and put in the bag. Grace looking like she would love to just chuck her salad in the trash, but those manner that she has accumulated as her years as a butler makes her reluctantly keep the fast foods joint pitiful excuse for a healthy meal. Can’t waste food after all, it wouldn’t be proper of her.

Stella then wraps up her half eaten sandwich, and puts it in the bag with the salad. As she makes a move to put away Johnny’s the boy instinctively goes into a defensive mode. Slapping away Stella’s hand he takes on an expression reminiscent of a feral dog, him baring his teeth, and furrowing his brow. Him looking like he is almost readying for a fight the way her glares at Stella. Before any thing can come to blows though he quickly comes to his senses. The animalistic scowl Johnny has warpling into a look of pure shame, and embarrassment.

“OH-OH gosh I-I didn’t mean that I’m so sorry Stella I just...” Johnny stutters all flustered, him not knowing what came over himself.

It’s just he can’t remember the last time he had a good meal like this, and the idea of some one trying to take the food away from him made him lash out. Johnny looks down at his lap as he slowly let’s go of the **** grip he had around his Bicchicken sandwich. He rubs he left leg with his good hand in a self soothing manner as he can’t bare to look at Stella or Grace. Him thinking they must really view that out burst of his as quite unbecoming.

However this isn’t the case. As from there’s a flash of sadness in her eyes, here seeming to understand why Johnny would have such a reaction. With him being a vagabond on the street hot meals something most people take for granted must be a rarity for him. Grace comes to the same conclusion as her lady, though she has to stifle a laugh. It a slightly inappropriate time to find humor she can’t help it as that grimace and aggressive demeanor, combined with his cute looks make the boy remind her of a angry chihuahua. Still she can see Johnny doesn’t find the situation as humorous, the downward cast stare, and gloomy expression making it clear his actions are only a humiliation for him. So trying to let the boy save some face, and get his mind off of the brief blunder Grace interjects with a suggestion.

“ahem perhaps you’d prefer to hold the bag then Johnny I know it isn’t very gentlewomanly of us but it would be a great help.” Grace says in soft kind voice as she straights up, and fixes her collar.

Johnny just nods silently as he looks down him appreciating Grace’s attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness, even if he did still feel quite a bit embarrassed.

“Ah yes It’ll most certainly be a problem if some of the grease from the bag got our clothes, dry cleaning is most expensive you see!” Stella says piping up as well, her trying her best to sound convincing in what she’s saying as she’s picked up on what Grace’s angle here.

The duos attempt kind of works, with Johnny feeling no longer embarrassment about himself but amused by the two woman’s antics. They were so obviously hamming it up make Johnny feel better. It’s so blatant they were just thinking up any old silly thing he can’t help but laugh. Especially with Stella that dramatic face she put on, and the way she moved her hands around it was like she was a child entertainer talking to kids. A rather funny contrast to see from such a cool, and handsome man like her.

“Hehe, alright then if you really want me to.” Johnny says, him doing his best to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Stella, and Grace look at each other a bit confused why Johnny is giggling but they then shrug, and smile. The two just glad to see your not upset any more.

“Well then it’s getting quite late, come Johnny let’s get you to bed I don’t wish to keep you up through all hours of the night.” Stella stretches with a yawn, before then she checks an expensive looking watch on her wrist.

“Right.” Johnny nods, him stuffing his sandwich into the bag, and hopping out of the both.

The three then start to exit the restaurant, Johnny clutching the bag of food tightly under one arm like it was some sort of precious treasure. Even if he now knew for a fact no one was going to take his left overs he was going to be damned before he accidentally drop it or something. Grace pushes the door open for her lady, and Johnny and as they step out side its clear that the chill in the air as gotten a lot worse. The trio quickly make haste to the car, them all speed walking in order to minimize the time spent in the cold winter air. Grace takes the divers seat like before, as well Johnny sits in the back, but unlike last time Stella joins Johnny in the back seat as well. Her desire to keep in close proximity out weighing her guilt she felt from before from the party.

“So Johnny as your staying with us I would like to ask is their anything you want?” Stella then asks, as Grace starts to pull out of parking lot.

“Huh?” Johnny responds with a slight bit of confusion, him caught of guard by the question.

“I mean I was thinking perhaps we could go shopping to expand your wardrobe I’m sure it would get old for guy to wear the same out every day.” Stella says speaking to the male experience.

“Oh I’m fine really.” Johnny shakes his head, at such an offer, much as some new clothes do sound wonderful, he

“Tsk While lady Stella is being polite about it this isn’t offer you can very well refuse Johnny, you need more clothes so that I can wash your current attire, I’m not letting it become stinking, and I’m sure you don’t want to go around naked while it gets cleaned.” Grace says with the click of the tongue, her flashing Johnny a small smirk in the rear view mirror as she mentions that last part.

A catching the slight smile Johnny squirms around a little in his seat at the thought of him being stuck with out clothes reminding him of bad dream, a bad dream he strangely woke up from with an erection...

“I see... well then I guess I better come...” Johnny says hesitantly him still feeling like he doesn’t deserves such treatment, but if Stella is going to be shopping for him anyway it would be rather rude to make her go out on her own.

“Good I’m sure James can take you on a more thorough shopping trip when you are in his care, but for now we can at least get the basics.” Stella says her giving Johnny a warm smile.

Johnny gives a small smile back in return, his heart pitter pattering at the thought of the him, and Stella going shopping. It almost sounds like some sort of date... His brow then goes up as such a thought enters his mind. A splash of pinking coming across his face as theses a sensation of butter flies in his stomach. Ah no, no, no, let’s jump to conclusions, Johnny thinks him hiding his face in his hand as he feels his ears burning. Such reckless thoughts, he hasn’t even fully figured out the dynamic between himself, and Stella but he’s sure they are that, r-right!?!

“Is something wrong Johnny?” Stella cocks her head to the side confused why Johnny buried away his face like that.

“Ah-Ah yes I just felt like I saw about to sneeze it went away though.” Johnny says coming up with little fib.

“Hmm it must be the weather out there I hope you didn’t catch a cold, Grace can you please make sure to check Johnny isn’t coming down with something when we get back to the room.” Stella asks her sitting up to meet Grace’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“I doubt that he’s caught anything from such a brief escapade, but I’ll be sure to keep to the heat on in his room just incase.” Grace reply’s her to concentrated on the road to notice Johnny’s obvious lie.

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After a few minutes drive Grace pulls to the car up to the front of the hotel. Johnny can’t help but press his nose against the window as the car the reaches the curve. Leaving the building he didn’t exactly get a good look at the hotel, yet now able to see it in full he realizes how just how big whole thing is. He’s left completely flabbergasted, their just being stories on top of stories with him not able to see the top even as he cranes his neck back as far as it can go. Truly it really is a tower fit for some one as rich, and famous as the heir of the QUEENS company.

Again just this place reinforces just how he, and Stella come from completely different lives. Gloom kicks up in Johnny’s heart as he dwells on that thought, him wondering how long it will take before those differences end up separating both of them. After all this little fairy tail can’t last forever right? A bed, good food, and gifts, this is all finite isn’t it? Johnny winces, guilt prickling at the back of his head as he caught him more infatuated with all the stuff Stella can give him rather then how nice she’s been to him. Even if others might not blame him for being so in his situation , he really shouldn’t be so materialistic.

“Lady Stella you should take Johnny inside of you are worried about him catching cold, it’ll be just a moment while park the car.” Grace says her words pulling back Johnny from his thoughts.

“Right.” Stella’s nods her opening the door on her side before quickly walking round to open Johnny’s door.

For brief second Stella thinks of offering a hand to Johnny, but she thinks that’s a bold little to initiate. So she ends up feeling rather guilty as Johnny struggles to get out of the car unassisted his one good arm hanging on to the bag of food, which leaves him having to awkwardly shifting around with his legs. As he finally worms his way up Stella then shuts the door behind him, her giving Grace a wave off to let her know they are both clear. With Grace then pulling the car away the duo head on into the hotel, them making it into the warm fancy interior which is now playing some smooth jazz from a near by loud speaker. Johnny finds himself feeling out of place here, with him getting a few stares by exiting patrons who clearly think he doesn’t belong there. To counter this Stella moves to stand closer to Johnny while they wait making sure everyone knows he’s with her, and no one is going to try to throw him out or anything. After about a few minutes Grace then returns, and the three begin to move towards the elevator.

“Many wandering eyes here...” Stella mutters her shooting a mean look at a another staring patron who quickly turns his eyes away once he noticed Stella’s gaze.

“S-sorry...” Johnny apologizes him knowing he’s the one bringing all the attention especially with his insistence of carrying the greasy fast food bag.

“You have nothing to apologize for Johnny people should learn to mind their manners.” Grace says curtly dismissing any thought that Johnny has done anything wrong.

Johnny silently nods him not really sure Grace is right after all he does sort of stand out here, not just in appearance but demeanor. Every one else here looks like they so confident of themselves, girl’s in high end suits, and guys in fancy dresses they all walk with poise, and self importance. They don’t scurry around nervously like Johnny himself does. They stand tall, while he is hunched over in nearly a fearful stance.

ding

The elevator door which Stella had called then dings open, it being empty her, Johnny, and Grace all pile on in. She then presses the button for their floor, and metal door slides close with another ding. The lift rumbles, and starts to make the climb upwards. It takes about a four minutes form them to finally reach their floor the amount of time that it takes makes Johnny realize their rooms must be located some where near the very top of the building.

ding

The door slides on open, and making his way past all the fancy art work, and other rooms they finally stop at his room. Grace taking a key card from her pocket swipes it on the door’s card reader which lights up green before she’s then pulls down on the handle.

“Here.” Grace says as she swings the door open.

She then offers up the card for Johnny to take.

“This is for me?” Johnny goes wide eyed looking at the card in Grace’s hand.

“Of course this is your room after all isn’t it?” Grace grins her motioning for Johnny to take the card.

Johnny does so him gulping as he hopes he some how doesn’t lose the card.

“Well then do you need anything else Johnny, before you sleep?” Stella asks her wanting to makes sure she can make Johnny ask comfortable as possible.

“Uhhh... no, I think I’m okay g-goodnight Stella.” Johnny says him scratching at his cheeks as this parting suddenly seems all dramatic.

“Well then good night.” Stella replies, her hesitating a second before she grins around to go to her own room, a little voice in her head telling her that she should stay with her boy.

“And Stella...” Johnny calls out after the girl just as she’s about to leave.

“Mmhmm?” Stella turn back on heel to face Johnny with an expectant look on her face.

“Thank you.” Johnny says with tone of gratitude as he bows his head a little.

It’s a simple thanks, but Stella can tell there’s so much meaning behind it. A thankfulness for all that she has provided and done for him even if she didn’t need to.

“It’s nothing, I just did what any strong noble woman would haha.” Stella laughs as she rubs the back of her neck, her chest feeling warm, and fuzzy as those eyes of Johnny’s looking at her with a bright beautiful shimmer.

“Alright now come on Johnny.” Grace then says her gently guiding Johnny into the room, not wishing for him and, Stella to spend all night staring longingly into each other’s eyes.

Johnny does so yet he’s kind of surprised as Grace follows him into the room as well. He looks her up and, down a expression of confusion on his face as he thought she would be returning to her room as well.

“Ah, did I not mention I’ll be joining you in this room for the night I can’t well not leave you alone in the state your in.” Grace says, her explaining her lingering presence to Johnny.

“Like...”

Before Johnny can even get his thought out Grace cuts him off.

“Not in the same bed if that’s what your thinking, I’ll be sleeping on the spare couch chair.” Grace gestures with her head over to the small sofa off in the corner of the room.

“I see...” Johnny says his gaze trailing over to the sofa as well.

Its a little bit of a surprise but honestly Johnny doesn’t really mind. Grace hasn’t done anything unsavory to him, even in the bath when she was touching his naked body, and scrubbing him down she kept disciplined hand. Besides she did say he had been **** in her care already, and Johnny was pretty sure nothing was done to him then so he trusted Grace on that front at least. As well he is staying in a strange place, the thought of sleeping alone in that room well it kind of put him on edge. He most certainly feel better if their was another living person with him just not to make the place feel so empty.

“Now then go put your stuff away I’ll be just a second.” Grace tells Johnny.

Johnny then nods him putting the bag off food, and key card that he hand on hand on a fancy table near the back of the room. As he does that Grace goes to shut the door, yet before she can a hand grabs the edge preventing her form doing so.

“Lady Stella?” Grace looks to see her lady holding the door open a face of discontent on Stella’s face.

“Grace shouldn’t you be back at your own room?” Stella state in a tone that has a hint of aggressiveness under the surface.

“My lady is their a problem?” Grace folds her arms as the air about her crackles with a sense of defensiveness.

Stella backs off a bit upon seeing Grace meet her with a stern face. The combative aura around her her close friend, and confidant making Stella snap out of it. Such a thing is a irregularity, as her and Grace almost never came to real conflict. What is she doing, Stella thinks her running a distraught hand through her hair. Seeing her lady go from hostile to now upset Grace lowers her guard, giving Stella sympathetic look as she allows her a moment to collect herself.

“Its-It’s just why do YOU get to be the one to stay with Johnny?” Says Stella, this time her tone filled with longing rather then aggression .

Grace’s face softens, her sighing as she sees a flash of desperation in Stella’s eye. This is precisely why her lady can’t be the one to be in a circumstance like this with the boy. Besides the fact they are two young adults around the same age, and leaving the two alone in a hotel room is just asking for something scandalous to happen. Her lady Stella isn’t in the right head space to be looking after anyone right now. There’s the pressure with the closer coming up that baring down on here. As well with her already failing to keep Johnny out of harms way at the party it’s more then likely Stella will try to over compensate for that, and potentially freak out Johnny by being to over bearing.

“He needs to be watched over lady Stella not obsessed over.” Grace says bluntly.

“I-I promise can watch over him while he sleeps.” Stella insists not really thinking, just wishing for her to be the one to keep Johnny safe.

She then stiffens up, hearing her self out loud she realizes how her eagerness to protect Johnny when he’s most **** could very well be mistaken as something more insidious. This deflates some of her vigor, realizing if she keeps pushing this the lad might see her as something she’s not. As well she’s

“Lady Stella is your common sense going to leave you every time some event like this involving the boy comes up, surely you do know how unbecoming what you are suggesting is?” Grace sighs deeply, her giving Stella a disapproving frown.

“But...”

“No buts, and that constant pestering is only going to accomplish unnerving the boy, so please Lady Stella get some rest.” Grace says giving Stella a gentle smile as she nudges her out into the hallway.

“I-I very well Grace please... just take care of him for me please.” Stella asks her looking over Grace’s shoulder to catch another glimpse of Johnny, her wishing so badly that she was be the one watching over him.

“I swear he will be in good hands, now please my lady rest well now.” Grace says with a purposely firm tone, her signaling to Stella that she doesn’t have to shoulder this burden on her own.

That while her lady’s choice to keep Johnny in her charge ultimately make Stella the one responsible for the boy. Grace makes sure Stella can see that she will provide guidance, and assistance Stella till can finally find her footing with this new challenge she’s taken on. With that Grace slowly shuts the door to her room, leaving Stella to stare at the oak wooden frame for a minute or two.

There’s a tugging at her heart strings as she seriously considers knocking, and begging Grace to let her stay with Johnny. Yet years of encouraged feminine values makes her temper such indulgence passions. She has to be strong right now, for Johnny... Clenching her fists Stella endures a sharp pain in her heart as she just barley finds the will to tear herself away from the door. Her steps feeling heavy as she gets further, and further away from Johnny. After listening to her lady walk away Grace then turns her attention to Johnny. Who ironical while the two were so concerned about how Stella was coming off in that conversation Johnny was already out of ear shot sitting on the bed and, didn’t hear a single thing.