Dori & Kyle

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Doreen stops by with a basket of food and desperately looks for a way to help Kyle, whether he wants her to or not. Intelligence (or the lack there of on Dori's part) ensues.

Doreen had gotten Kyle a basket. Not of baked goods, she remembered he couldn’t have a lot of the stuff she loved to stuff her face with, but with flowers that didn’t smell over powering (if they were okay for her they should be okay for him, right?), a card, some cool toys and other just sort of knickknack type things. And soap. She figured if she had been in bed like he had she’d really want some soap. She had made the card herself.

Now all that was left was delivering it.

Dori took a deep breath.

And then another.

And one more for good measure.

Then knocked on his door. Because knocking was a good thing. …She was so lame.

Fortunately for Dori, Kyle was out of shower number two, and was not in the middle of eating another pound of rare steak in his underwear. Because he was out of rare steak. Someone had "helpfully" cleared out all of the food in his fridge that would've gone bad, and so he'd been left with frozen, which was - Hide quoted text - fine, except that the act of un-freezing in the microwave it cooked it.

Unfortunately for Dori, Kyle wasn't fully dressed. He had learned very quickly that even the 100% cotton t-shirts he owned were itchy, and he'd given up, so he answered the door in cargo shorts, thinking more about the fact that he could smell stuff, and not the person he could smell -with- the stuff. He would've even excused himself to put on a shirt once he opened the door, except that instead of getting a chance to say more than "Hey, Dori... basket... cool, uh, thanks." he had to make a dive for Shamu, who as usual, tried to break free the minute Kyle's attention was off him.

Oh. Gosh.

He was barely wearing anything! It was one of those situations where Dori wished she didn't have an instant blush reflex. Because she totally was blushing, she could feel it. It took her a second before she could think to put the basket down and help him fetch his cat.

While still blushing. Whether or not this would do any good or not...

Kyle's lunge for the cat went far too short, and Shamu darted away as his owner hit the ground making all sorts of unhappy noises. The still-healing tendons and muscles just did not want to react like Kyle was used to. Thankfully, Shamu seemed to think this was some kind of game, and instead of his normal race down the hall and head straight for outside, he flopped down on his back and rolled around, meowing.

Kyle, on the other hand, rolled onto his back and tried not to swear in front of Doreen because it just sort of seemed wrong. Also because he was pretty sure he was already going to hell for forgetting clothes around a teenage girl who was like -way- younger than him and he didn't want to make it any worse.

Doreen carefully tried to pick up the cat, "Um. I heard you're feeling better so I thought I'd bring something by and I hope you like it, but it's okay if you don't and..." all the words were sort of jumbling together.

"Dori, it's totally fine, whatever it is." Kyle said, once he'd figured out how to get his legs to cooperate. This injured thing was weird and really not cool. Because even if whatever she got him wasn't, he was so not going to tell her. Bad enough the poor kid had a mega-crush he could smell from fifty feet away. "We'll bring the cat in and the basket..." and he could find clothes, even if they itched. "and I can tell you how much it totally sucked to get set on fire so, uh, I can be a good example for you guys so you won't do it." Or something.

"Getting set on fire is bad," Doreen chimed in absently. Oh yes, all her braincells were there and accounted for.

"Yep. It's about twenty kinds of bad, and that's not counting the healing after." Kyle brought the basket in, let Dori duck under his arm with the cat, who made a beeline for the litterbox, and then Kyle went into his pile of laundry for the nearest clean shirt. At least someone had done his laundry, so he had a shirt, even if it was so going away as soon as he could figure out how to get rid of Dori without making the poor kid cry. He liked her, she was a sweet kid but she was a kid and he was almost legal to drink. And that led to the Chris Hansen Take A Seat Over Here Place.

"At least you're better now," Doreen said. Still with the intelligence. Awww, he had a shirt on now. That was okay though, the shirt was a very nice shirt and couldn't take away the fact that she had seen him without one. (Haha, take that, shirt!)

"I mean, you are feeling better, right?" she said, worry creeping into her voice.

Kyle pulled up one leg of his shorts to show the bandages still covering the healing burns, and the pink patches on his legs where the new skin had grown in. "Kinda. I mean, healing factor, so I'm totally up and walking around when a normal person would probably be kinda, you know, dead and totally maimed. But I'm not totally healed either. Gonna be another couple of weeks before I'm back to normal." He pointed to the five almost-empty pizza boxes. "And until then I get to eat like fourteen thousand calories a day so I heal right instead of having messed up bones or something."

"What do you want for food? I can bring you anything. I have a job, so I can afford stuff like pizza. I'll do anything I can to help you out!" Doreen said excitedly. He couldn't say no to food! No one could say no to food!

Kyle clapped one hand over his eyes and didn't groan, even if he wanted to. "Dori, it's cool. I have a job, I can buy my own food. I totally appreciate it, really, but believe me, I can handle groceries." Maybe he could get one of Dori's classmates to explain it, he thought. No, that'd be even weirder. But she was way too nice of a kid for him to just tell her to go away, and he wasn't about to catch the epic amount of shit he would catch if he got her doing his laundry or something. "You know what though? I bet Yvette's totally overworking herself with the grounds because I'm still busted. If you really wanna give me a hand, she'd probably know what needs doing right now."

Doreen nodded, "I can do that!" she said excitedly, "I'll take care of that easily, I... um, anything else that I could help with while you're getting better?"

This was pretty much the definition of a lose-lose situation. Either he told the poor kid to go away and was a total ass about it or he was doomed to be followed around by an over-eager kid with a mega-crush. The only way this could get worse, Kyle figured, was if someone actually thought he'd try anything with Dori. As if. "Nope. Even busted for me means pretty close to healthy." Which was total bullshit, he hadn't hurt this much all over since he manifested, but he wasn't gonna tell the truth!

"Okay, if you're really sure," Doreen prompted. Because, you know, maybe he just forgot something he really needed. But if he was fine, she supposed she could let him be. For a bit. After all, when you were hurt you had to rest. And as much as she'd totally do anything he asked, she knew that having someone around when you wanted rest wasn't really all that restful.

"Nope. I'm good. Just sleeping a lot, you know, doctors orders. Not like I'm against naps or anything." God, he was going to have to go find that Keller kid and get him to set her up with someone just to get her to stop clinging to his ankles. It wasn't even that she wasn't cute. Kyle thought Dori was just about as cute as any sixteen year old ever, but she was sixteen, and that was totally the definition of world of wrong. Also every time he thought about it, on his worst days, he couldn't help but think that any guy who ended up with her would probably be shit out of luck for getting blowjobs. There was no way anyone without nerves of steel would stick his junk anywhere near her teeth.

"Okay then..." she said, trying to find some other reason to stick around, but she didn't want to be annoying, "I guess I'll just let you rest?"

"Works for me. Oh, hey.." Because Kyle was a nice guy and Dori just looked so damn disappointed. "If you really wanna give me a hand in a day or two, I'm gonna need grocery help again. I'm eating like an entire fridge of food every other day and I'm coming up on the roster for the big trip." And by then he'd be healed enough that he could stand pants, but no way he wanted to try to lug heavy grocery bags."

"I can do that!" Doreen said excitedly, "I'll let you get your rest now, just call when you need the help, okay?" The thought of managing to be useful and do something nice while hanging around with Kyle left her feeling all warm and fuzzy. Despite the fact she was kinda already fuzzy if you considered her tail.

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Aw, poor Dori! This log had me laughing from start to finish. :)