Disclaimer: I own any un-recognizable characters mentioned in this non-profit Non-copyright infringement..-ing fic. If I did...Johnny would be in my closet.
Author's Note: This is so.....OLD! Um...just a drabble. NO action, ALL talk, use your imagination?. enjoi
"Hey, Bru-"
"Don't touch that please"
"Yeah, sorry"
"It's fine. What were you saying?"
"I just was just curious, have you ever thought about doing some professional modeling."
"No, Johnny-"
"John"
"No, John, I haven't, I don't really have time for tha-"
"Because you have incredible bone structure, and your nose is beautiful"
"My nose is 'beautiful'...what?"
"I'm just sayin' think about it"
"No, I don't have time for that and besides I have a...you know...problem"
"Oh, that...well the photographer can stuff you if it's that small"
"Wait, what?...Oh, no, no, no, that's...fine, I mean-"
"Ah, the angry broccoli inside you...well, let me know anyway. Do you need my phone number?"
"I have your number"
"Alright"
"Are you going to leave? I have to deal with-"
"Something sciency?"
"Yeah"
"Wow, that's really boring. Well, think about it okay"
"Mmhm"
"Brucey?"
"Okay…I'll consider it"
