Okay, here is my first Johnny The Homicidal Manic story. I hope you guys like it. I was inspired by this: http:(DOUBLE SLASH) reddog-f6 (DOT) deviantart (DOT) com/art/let-me-in-please-171288740

Johnny stood outside the window, watching her. Completely entrapped by her beauty and grace. She stood at her easel painting, what she was painting only she knew. He loved watching her paint, such beauty, just like her. He could watch her for hours at a time, she never noticed when she was painting. She's living her dream, painting for her living. Yet she never leaves...perhaps it's just because she needs to paint a lot for now.

She drives him wild though, she always has. She grew her hair out and died it purple-pink but she still is so unbelievably beautiful. He remembered clearly how each day he'd go into the book store where she worked, he never bought anything he just wanted to see her. Then one day he finially was able to pluck up the courage to just ask her on a date, and he was surprised and elated at her quick response of yes.

It had been the best night of his life. When they got to his house they almost kissed, but then he ruined it. He didn't mean to, but when they almost kissed he felt so alive he didn't want it to end. He wanted to immortalize the moment, he was going to kill her than himself so they could spend eternity toghther. But he messed up his chance, he didn't mean to. He was just so afraid of losing the moment, of losing her.

Afterwords he became extremely depressed, he didn't want to live anymore. He stopped torturing and killing people to give blood to the wall. The monster could just come out and have him, withouth Devi nothing mattered. But he discovered something, when the wall went dry, the monster didn't come out. Johnny was free.

Now that he was free he might be able to truly be with Devi. If she would ever have him, but he tried to kill her. Who would want to be with their would be murderer? If he only knew then what he knows now, he'd probably be with her still. She's different, she's...an angel.

Johnny stood outside her window on the fire escape. Dangerous? He knew it was but he didn't mind. He just wanted to see her, apologize. Let her know that she is in no danger of him ever again. He'd kill himself for her if that's what it took to make her feel safe.

Suddenly though, something happened. Devi gave a frustrated sigh, as if the piece of work she is focusing on isn't to her likening and turned her head and saw him. Her beautiful green eyes widened and she took a step back bumping into her easel.

"Devi..." Johnny whispered. "Let me in...please?" Johnny begged her. He'd beg her forever if he needed to. He needed to be with her to breathe, to live, but another need trumps that. The need for her to be safe and happy.

Devi looked into him, onyx meeting emerald. And something must have convinced her because she shakily went to the window and unlocked it before backing far away from him and graving onto a bottle of pepper spray. Johnny felt hurt by that but he understood. Maybe he could win her back yet.

"Devi..." Johnny whispered, he couldn't help it. Just having her standing there before him was enough to make his heart beat fast. Everything he did and saw reminds him of her. Being in her apartment, the place where she spends literally almost every moment was indescribable. The whole place smelt of her, apples and paint fumes. Usually apples wouldn't smell good when mixed with the scent of paint fumes, but the smell was so incredibly Devi. It is safe to say that if someone could give him a blanket with the scent he'd happily roll up into it and never ever leave. He'd even sleep if he could have that scent, and the warm body of Devi holding him close through the night.

"What do you want, Nny?" Devi asked, although she sounded angry Johnny delighted in the response. Not only did he get to hear her voice but she called him Nny. His sweet angel. He loves her so much, she is all he needs in the world.

Johnny slowly walked towards her and Devi backed up but her heart wasn't in getting away. As he got closer she could see the sadness in his eyes Devi can't stop herself. Without knowing why she does it she reaches up and pulls his head down to kiss him.

Johnny was so surprised he doesn't respond for a second. So this is what it's like to kiss. To feel her sweetly flavored smooth and soft lips against his own. This is what he gave up to Immortalize The Moment? He was sure that if he could only of allowed himself to kiss her he'd have been able to know not to listen to Dough Boy who had never given good advice.

Wrapping his long arms around her waist he kissed her for all that he was worth. They pull away slightly and Johnny plays with one of her pigtails. "You dyed your hair, I like it." Before running his fingers through the silky strands.

"So did you, blue suits you." She whispered playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Johnny held her tightly, she liked it. She liked it! He would dye his hair every day if she wanted.

"Devi," Johnny breathed holding her close. "I have to apologize. I didn't mean to scare you that day." At this Devi froze up, and Johnny rubbed her shoulders hating that he was scaring her. Again. "I'm not going to do it. I thought that if I killed the both of us that then we would simply be together for all eternity. I was just so scared of losing the moment. Of losing you."

Devi felt tears water in her eyes at his confession. He was really just a lost little boy who was afraid of losing what he could think of as the only thing that could make him happy. He had talked about how happy he was and though it creeped her out she now understood it.

"You don't have to be afraid of that anymore, Nny." Devi said gently reaching up to lightly kiss him again.

"Heh, it's just like Squee said it'd be." Johnny whispered remembering how he had come to talk to Squee about wanting to go and see Devi and how Squee had told him he should. Thinking about Squee reminded Johnny of how he had killed Squee's parents. They were evil, treating their son like they did.

"Who's Squee?" Devi asked tracing Johnny's face with her fingertips.

"My next door neighbor, his name is Todd but I like to call him Squee instead. "I think they've got him in an insane asylum. I've got to get him out."

"I'm coming with you." Devi said simply.

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