Kenny enjoyed every minute that Claire spent with him. Even if she was evilly teaching him things the fact he had social interaction with someone older than him was making him thrive. He was soaking it up like a sponge. He was happier and hadnâ€™t tried to escape too many times. Except when Stefan pissed him off and that time was more to spite him. He had climbed onto the roof and would not come down. It had taken Claire some time to convince him to descend from the top of the roof. He literally would have stayed there for days. He hated all the learning though. He hated the ins and outs of the social elite and constantly protested it. This wasnâ€™t him. He wasnâ€™t some prim and proper priss. He constantly stated he was not and never would be some rich prissy priss. He wouldnâ€™t budge on that matter. He did learn how to eat with manners and elegancy...mostly.<br/><br/>He was true to his word. He was still his wild natured self but it had calmed to some extent. He hated the dresses but what he hated most was heels. He had talked Claire down from stelettos to smaller heighted heels that were a bit thicker than them death traps. It was only through Claires gentle urgings that each time the heels made him fall and hit the ground did he get up and try again. Those falls made him cry. Mostly because he felt like an idiot walking around in heels. He sniffled but got back up to try again. Finally he stated he would not wear the death traps. In fact whenever he could he slipped them off and hid them. Claire somehow always found them though and made him put them back on. At which point he would sulk and act like she had beaten him repeatedly.<br/><br/>He hated it but eventually he had been coaxed to different things. The waxing had hurt like hell and made him cry and scream as it was done. It was done everywhere even on his groin! He hated when the earrings happened. He had tried to run. It had hurt so fricking bad!!! Claire still somehow found him. Scolding him and making him scrunch his face up and mumble he hated her. Really he didnâ€™t as he loved her like a big sister and sulkingly stayed even though the earrings still hurt. He hated being a woman. He wanted to be him. He didnâ€™t like this but he agreed to do it to help Stefan. Even though Stefan hadnâ€™t managed to get past his defenses much either in the short interactions they had actually had.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t like the new things they kept giving him. He kept returning them or sneaking out and giving them away. Or hiding them in whatever place he could to get them out of his room. He just wanted a basic room and they kept filling it with stuff he didnâ€™t want. Or stuff he felt he didnâ€™t need. Claire would always bring the stuff back and it upset him. He had told them he did not want materialistic things other than the clothes and shoes that were necessary for this ruse that he had agreed to do. Not that he really had much of a choice. Plus he wasnâ€™t evil to make someone hurt because he refused to help. It was amazing he had survived all these years on the streets.<br/><br/>However, what no one had realized was that due to his time on the streets he had an eating disorder. He would hardly eat and would pretend he had eaten when he hadnâ€™t. Or eat some and then pretend he was full. In his mind he was but his stomach still hungered. The only issue was he had learned to trick his stomach into thinking it was full when it had been barely filled. Reason was food was scarce when you were a street rat. He had learned this mechanism as a way to survive from small meal to meal. Whenever he would eat more than a small amount he had to hurry to the bathroom as he would end up throwing it up. He was glad they had not yet noticed this fact. He honestly didnâ€™t know something was wrong with him. He didnâ€™t know that the way he had learned to survive on minimal amounts of food had caused something to be seriously wrong with him. He didnâ€™t know a whole lot of things to be honest.<br/><br/>The nails had fascinated him when she had put the fake nails on. When she had smoothed them and shortened them to a typists length. He had picked a soft blue color. Not like powder blue but not a dark blue either. Just a soft shade of blue. He loved that color. Blue was his favorite color other than red but red in his mind had been established as a hooker color. He had refused to wear red when Claire suggested it. Promptly informing her he was not a hooker and he was not going to wear hooker red nail polish. Which for some reason his exclaimation had caused Claire to laugh. Even now three months later he did not understand what was so funny about that. He had been quite serious about what he had said.<br/><br/>He hated the room he was in. It was too fancy when all he wanted was basic. It was plush and he hated it. When nobody was paying attention he would crawl under the bed and sleep there. Or sleep on the floor. Somehow he always woke up in the bed which made him unhappy. He didnâ€™t like his room. He wouldnâ€™t touch any of the cool toys that Claire and Stefan had bought him. He had touched coloring books and sketchpads but that was the only things he touched. All that other stuff laid untouched in boxes and wrappings.<br/><br/>He was currently making faces at the beautiful dress he was having to wear. The heels killed his feet yet he had to wear them. His hair was still the way he had always had it. He looked at the nails. The only thing he liked of this whole ordeal was the nails. He hated the way earrings felt. They felt heavy and he had to wear dangling ones which he hated. Still Claire somehow always coaxed him into doing it anyways. He stared at Daniel impassively as he looked at him. He had threatened the man when he first met him. Threatened him against hurting his sissy Claire. The people who mattered to him on the streets knew what was going on. His â€œbig brotherâ€ was less than pleased. He had said heâ€™d be watching to make sure no harm came to him.<br/><br/>He stood up and promptly fell down. Whimpering as he stood back up and finally got his balance. It was always hardest getting ready the first time. He hated the lipstick and the eye shadow and the blush. They felt weird. Heâ€™d much have prefered lip gloss if he had to chose something to be plastered upon his lips. Claire however, always had other thoughts. He looked at Claire then looked down. Mostly ignoring Daniel. He didnâ€™t like him. He was a rich boy and life had taught him rich people couldnâ€™t be trusted. He had warmed up only a sliver to Daniel. Stefan was on a day by day basis but he hadnâ€™t interacted with the man much.<br/><br/>Nodding his head reluctantly as he was led down to meet Stefan. His cheeks flushed naturally so claire hadnâ€™t really had to add more than a quick brush of blush over them. He looked at the ground and didnâ€™t look up. He had quite thoroughly established just because he would follow edicate and what not that he was not becoming a priss for ANYBODY. He was going to be him. Which was a caring and quiet natured person except when he was angered. He didnâ€™t even look at Stefan when they appeared before him in the main hall. He hated the fact he had to go out in public like this. Yet...they promised theyâ€™d get looking into who he was...soon. So that made him feel a bit better. Little did he know he was going to be terrified out of his mind when the constant camera flashes occured. Confused and frightened by the barrage of questions that would be aimed his way. He was a naturally shy person and had never been before a camera in his life. At least not until Claire and him got their picture taken. Yet that was ONE camera. There was going to be a lot more than one camera then.