Smile
Ch.1: Coming Home; The Photo Album
A/n: Happiness! Happiness! Yes, I am happy! (Runs off screaming, while popping anti-psychosis pills) Taproot owns the song 'Smile', and I get to own an older Squee! This takes place three years after Johnny leaves on vacation. So, Squee's...I dunno, six? (I'm not good at math.)
Johnny C. whistled softly to himself as he drove back to his hometown. His hair had grown back, now shoulder length, and was momentarily fashioned in a low ponytail. Johnny hoped to God (if there was one) that he had changed. He hoped that he wasn't like he was three years earlier. He thought of Squee, and wondered how the boy had gotten on with out him. He turned onto the street where his home was. He was shocked to see it destroyed and cornered off with police tape. Johnny drew a sharp intake of breath as he saw pieces of torn Happy Noodle Boy comics littered among the wreckage.
* Smile
Can't you see I am still me?
Anti-authority
Same philosophy
Enjoying life as much as I can, I will
** Trying to create this contagious smile
With that passion that I long to succeed in my ways
Days pass by
I am not gonna sit here no more
No more
No more ** *
Johnny walked next door and quietly knocked on Squee's window. The boy had changed in appearance over the past three years. He was taller, and thinner. He also had numerous bruises on his arms and face, either from kids at his school, or from his father's drunken rages.
"Hey Squeegee, remember me?"
Squee blinked. A teddy bear who was covered in stitches was sitting on the bed, glaring mincingly at Johnny. Nny glared back. Squee spoke. Of all things that had changed about him, the frightened voice had not.
"You're the neighbor from next door- the homicidal..." Squee started.
"Maniac?" offered Johnny placidly.
"That was me... but that Johnny is dead now...At least I hope he is."
* Won't you see?
You're not me
Why would you want to be?
You're an individual
On your own
Do what you want
'Cause you want to
** Trying to create this contagious smile
With that passion that I long to succeed in my ways
Days pass by
I am not gonna sit here no more
No more
No more ** *
"What are you doing here?" asked Squee.
Johnny sat on Squee's bed, his head in his hands.
"I've come home. I was going to totally redo my house, destroy every last thing that would remind me of my former self. Now my house is gone. I'll have to change my name. But the police were all too afraid of me to get my name, or even a sketch... I just need to sleep it off. I'll think clearer in the morning," Johnny said.
Squee stepped out of the room and returned with blankets and a pillow.
"Here, you can sleep on the floor, seeing as your place is gone. You can stay here until you get an apartment, or something,"
Johnny smiled.
"Thanks Squee,"
Squee rolled his eyes.
"My name's Todd,"
"I take it you don't want to be reminded of your past either? Hey, I'm sorry for all the shit I've put you through. Killing those people right in front of you... God, I was sick. That's another reason why I'm here. To apologize...I should have been more considerate," Johnny said quietly.
"You were crazy," said Squee, turning off the bedroom light.
"I was crazy, but I want you to know that I'm okay now, I have more medications than a Fred Myers pharmacy,"
Squee turned on the light. He got up and picked up a book. He returned to the bed and opened to book, which turned out to be a photo album. Johnny looked at the pictures.
There was Squee's father asleep at the computer.
But there was one particular picture that Johnny had requested to look at again.
It was a family picture. A happy mother with her son. Johnny looked at the boy; he looked about ten. The child was not Squee.
"Who is that?" Johnny asked.
"That's my mom, with my older brother," Todd replied.
"Where's your brother now? Why doesn't he rescue you from this hell?" Johnny inquired.
Squee sighed.
"My brother died a long time ago. He was in a car accident when he was sixteen,"
Johnny looked back at the picture. That boy was so familiar, how did he know him? Johnny pulled the picture out an read the back. What he read startled him.
"Oh my god..." he whispered, his voice shook, his hand trembled, and tears welled in his eyes.
"What is it?" Todd asked.
Johnny looked at the picture in disbelief. He choked on the words.
"It's me..."
Ch.1: Coming Home; The Photo Album
A/n: Happiness! Happiness! Yes, I am happy! (Runs off screaming, while popping anti-psychosis pills) Taproot owns the song 'Smile', and I get to own an older Squee! This takes place three years after Johnny leaves on vacation. So, Squee's...I dunno, six? (I'm not good at math.)
Johnny C. whistled softly to himself as he drove back to his hometown. His hair had grown back, now shoulder length, and was momentarily fashioned in a low ponytail. Johnny hoped to God (if there was one) that he had changed. He hoped that he wasn't like he was three years earlier. He thought of Squee, and wondered how the boy had gotten on with out him. He turned onto the street where his home was. He was shocked to see it destroyed and cornered off with police tape. Johnny drew a sharp intake of breath as he saw pieces of torn Happy Noodle Boy comics littered among the wreckage.
* Smile
Can't you see I am still me?
Anti-authority
Same philosophy
Enjoying life as much as I can, I will
** Trying to create this contagious smile
With that passion that I long to succeed in my ways
Days pass by
I am not gonna sit here no more
No more
No more ** *
Johnny walked next door and quietly knocked on Squee's window. The boy had changed in appearance over the past three years. He was taller, and thinner. He also had numerous bruises on his arms and face, either from kids at his school, or from his father's drunken rages.
"Hey Squeegee, remember me?"
Squee blinked. A teddy bear who was covered in stitches was sitting on the bed, glaring mincingly at Johnny. Nny glared back. Squee spoke. Of all things that had changed about him, the frightened voice had not.
"You're the neighbor from next door- the homicidal..." Squee started.
"Maniac?" offered Johnny placidly.
"That was me... but that Johnny is dead now...At least I hope he is."
* Won't you see?
You're not me
Why would you want to be?
You're an individual
On your own
Do what you want
'Cause you want to
** Trying to create this contagious smile
With that passion that I long to succeed in my ways
Days pass by
I am not gonna sit here no more
No more
No more ** *
"What are you doing here?" asked Squee.
Johnny sat on Squee's bed, his head in his hands.
"I've come home. I was going to totally redo my house, destroy every last thing that would remind me of my former self. Now my house is gone. I'll have to change my name. But the police were all too afraid of me to get my name, or even a sketch... I just need to sleep it off. I'll think clearer in the morning," Johnny said.
Squee stepped out of the room and returned with blankets and a pillow.
"Here, you can sleep on the floor, seeing as your place is gone. You can stay here until you get an apartment, or something,"
Johnny smiled.
"Thanks Squee,"
Squee rolled his eyes.
"My name's Todd,"
"I take it you don't want to be reminded of your past either? Hey, I'm sorry for all the shit I've put you through. Killing those people right in front of you... God, I was sick. That's another reason why I'm here. To apologize...I should have been more considerate," Johnny said quietly.
"You were crazy," said Squee, turning off the bedroom light.
"I was crazy, but I want you to know that I'm okay now, I have more medications than a Fred Myers pharmacy,"
Squee turned on the light. He got up and picked up a book. He returned to the bed and opened to book, which turned out to be a photo album. Johnny looked at the pictures.
There was Squee's father asleep at the computer.
But there was one particular picture that Johnny had requested to look at again.
It was a family picture. A happy mother with her son. Johnny looked at the boy; he looked about ten. The child was not Squee.
"Who is that?" Johnny asked.
"That's my mom, with my older brother," Todd replied.
"Where's your brother now? Why doesn't he rescue you from this hell?" Johnny inquired.
Squee sighed.
"My brother died a long time ago. He was in a car accident when he was sixteen,"
Johnny looked back at the picture. That boy was so familiar, how did he know him? Johnny pulled the picture out an read the back. What he read startled him.
"Oh my god..." he whispered, his voice shook, his hand trembled, and tears welled in his eyes.
"What is it?" Todd asked.
Johnny looked at the picture in disbelief. He choked on the words.
"It's me..."
