A/N-The title is meant to be sung to Through a Bug a Needle, that first line. Same amount of syllables. I find that I automatically replace the words with my story title, anyway.

Hey Kid, I Brought a Pizza

Shilo paid the fare and got out of the cab. She easily located the apartment on the first floor. The key worked in both the bottom and top locks. There was a light switch by the door. She flipped the switch and looked around. The surroundings were cozy. It wasn't lavish, but it wasn't a hole-in-the-wall either. There was a sofa, a coffee table, a rug, and duel lamps on end tables. She was met by a refreshing scent of clean, as though the sole purpose of this apartment was to be the cleanest digs in town.

She wandered into the kitchen. It was well-stocked. A bowl of fruit sat on the counter. She picked up an apple and began mindlessly to chew. It was juicy and tasted good. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't eaten anything since the day before. She was starving, but she was also exhausted. Food could wait until later, she decided. The apple was gone, nearly before she'd begun to eat it. She pressed the pedal on the trash can and disposed of it.

The master bedroom was spacious with a king sized bed, and dark blue comforter. Shilo was drawn to it, due to how tired she was. How else was one supposed to romance Amber Sweet, perhaps? She decided not to go down that particular road of thought for the night. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes. She pulled back the cover and fell promptly asleep. It helped to have the sweater near which still smelled of her father's aftershave. She wanted to remember him as her father, not that horrible Repo Man. She knew the memories she had, and if they weren't always happy at least they were comforting. The stress of the day had worn her out. She was still living in denial. Not quite, her father had been very good at living in denial, well more like living a lie. She didn't begrudge him his actions now. He was dead. She had learned long ago never to say anything against the dead, under any circumstances, espeically given the time they were living in.

Hours later she awoke. She had no idea what time it was. There was no clock on the night stand, it was dark. She turned on the sidelamp. Her stomach growled noisily. She had only had the one apple. She wandered to the kitchen in her stocking feet.

"Hey kid, I brought a pizza" Shilo screamed. The man who had given her the key, from the other night, he had opened the window to the kitchen and had his head sticking inside proffering a large pizza, in the manor of a waiter with a tray. She took the pizza and set it on the table. He handed her equally a six-pack of beer, and a six-pack of colas. Idly, she wondered why he didn't just use her name. She'd only been called Shilo, or a variation thereof her whole life. It was odd to have a sort of nickname, and dare she say it a little endearing.

"You scared me."

"I didn't meant to. How goes orphan life?"

"It isn't easy. Why don't you use the front door?"

"That was my next stop."

He opened the door with a flourish and set two plates on the table. He gestured to the pizza. Shilo supposed she was supposed to dig in now. Half was covered in mushrooms and anchovies. The other half was pepperoni. Shilo grabbed two slices of the pepperoni side.

"Where's Amber tonight?"

"Otherwise occupied." He cracked open a can of beer, and held it out to her.

"Uh, no thanks."

"Come on, just a taste." He looked at her expectantly. She took the can and tasted it. She placed it on the table with a frown.

"That's okay, I'll stick to soda."

"Later then, it will help you cope."

"Maybe. So what now?"

"Wanna learn a lifetime skill?" He cracked open a second beer and grabbed two slices from the other side of the pizza.

"Like what?"

"Pharmacology."

"Huh?"

"Drugs"

"I don't think so."

"Suit yourself, but I doubt you have a ready plan of action."

"No, I don't have a 'plan of action'. I had never really planned on being an orphan."

"It had to happen sometime." Shilo put down the slice of pizza she was eating her brows furrowed in anger.

"Thanks a lot!"

"Hey, hey, easy kid. I'm just sayin'" He put his hands up in defense. " I don't live here, I just visit." he quickly changed the subject. "Stay as long as you like, be mindful that the cleaning lady comes on Wednesdays and helps herself to lunch."

"Um, thanks for everything. But I'll probably head back home soon."

"You better lay low. If Amber finds out where and to whom I happen to be disappearing to, she'll be none too pleased. The Largo's will be looking for you, or they'll want to make sure how alive you are. Can't contest a will if you're alive. You are technically the legal heir to the Largo fortune and GeneCo. A whole army of Repo Men at their disposal. . ."

Shilo gave a shudder. The situation was definitely looking grim, to say the least.

"I'll stay then, but I'm not sure for how long," she averred.

"Consider my offer, please. No matter what you decide you are free to stay for as long as you like. For now, I have business to attend to." He left, and belatedly Shilo realized, and she hadn't bothered to ask him his name.

To be continued. . .

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