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"