Behold, Vespertine's first attempt at JtHM fanfiction! (or any type of fanfiction, for that matter) I know it sucks, but please bear with me, everyone. First of all, I would like to say that this has probably been done before, but I haven't read it if it has. If you don't like it, I don't care. Second of all, Johnny, Devi, and all characters belong to Jhonen, not me. Nope, not at all. Please don't sue me, I have no money. Well, R&R. Please review it, or the weasils will come after you in your sleep. THE WEASILS KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!
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Fighting for Her Love: Chapter One
It was a perfectly normal day at 777 of the MOOSE. It was 12 P.M., and out the door walked a tall, thin, thirsty figure. This figure wasn't just any figure, but it was that of Johnny C. He walked drearily along the street, and after he walked about 20 yards, he put on his headphones and listened to Bjork to block out the noise. (I like Bjork, ok???)
He was walking to a near-by 24/7 to get his daily Brainfreezy, when through the window, he saw a familiar face--none other than that of the only one he knew he could ever love--Devi D. "Oh no..." said Johnny. "Fuck! If I go in there, she'll probably think I'm a stalker or something..." Johnny was probably right. He had sent her dozens of letters, called her millions of times... just to apologize for that fateful night. None of the letters ever recieved a reply, and all of his phone calls got hung up on.
He peered timidly through the window, hoping he wouldn't be noticed by the lovely Devi. All of a sudden, he saw what he feared the most... Another man sitting with his beloved. Devi was smiling and laughing, kind of like she did on their date. They seemed to be getting along very, very well.
The man that Devi was sitting with appeared to be the very physical opposite of Nny. Johnny was built long and lanky, and the mystery man was built muscular and beefy. He had hair dyed blue, and it was styled to perfection. "How the fuck does he get his damned hair to do that?" exclaimed Johnny when he saw the man's mohawk. He saw his spiked choker. "He looks like a fucking dog!" said Johnny, laughing quietly to himself. Johnny saw his reflection in the window. He saw a tall, scraggly young man, who looked like he would fall over in the slightest breeze. "What the hell is wrong with me," said Nny, "what the hell is wrong with me..."
Johnny took a deep breath, hesitated, and reluctantly walked into the 24/7.
END OF CHAPTER ONE!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I know it sucked, but it's my first chapter! Please tell me what you think. If you don't like it and want to kill me for it, then FUCK YOU!
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It was a perfectly normal day at 777 of the MOOSE. It was 12 P.M., and out the door walked a tall, thin, thirsty figure. This figure wasn't just any figure, but it was that of Johnny C. He walked drearily along the street, and after he walked about 20 yards, he put on his headphones and listened to Bjork to block out the noise. (I like Bjork, ok???)
He was walking to a near-by 24/7 to get his daily Brainfreezy, when through the window, he saw a familiar face--none other than that of the only one he knew he could ever love--Devi D. "Oh no..." said Johnny. "Fuck! If I go in there, she'll probably think I'm a stalker or something..." Johnny was probably right. He had sent her dozens of letters, called her millions of times... just to apologize for that fateful night. None of the letters ever recieved a reply, and all of his phone calls got hung up on.
He peered timidly through the window, hoping he wouldn't be noticed by the lovely Devi. All of a sudden, he saw what he feared the most... Another man sitting with his beloved. Devi was smiling and laughing, kind of like she did on their date. They seemed to be getting along very, very well.
The man that Devi was sitting with appeared to be the very physical opposite of Nny. Johnny was built long and lanky, and the mystery man was built muscular and beefy. He had hair dyed blue, and it was styled to perfection. "How the fuck does he get his damned hair to do that?" exclaimed Johnny when he saw the man's mohawk. He saw his spiked choker. "He looks like a fucking dog!" said Johnny, laughing quietly to himself. Johnny saw his reflection in the window. He saw a tall, scraggly young man, who looked like he would fall over in the slightest breeze. "What the hell is wrong with me," said Nny, "what the hell is wrong with me..."
Johnny took a deep breath, hesitated, and reluctantly walked into the 24/7.