Hello! This is my first fan fic. so be gental in your reviews! Btw, I'm sweet and sour sauce :P
Disclaimer! Jhonen Vasquez (My lord and master) owns Johnny and the whole 777 house thing... I think...
On with the fan fic!
Vaccine Melidean
I'm laying here naked (Don't worry, she's wearing undies.) in my bed, staring at my clock—10:41. I should get some sleep. That thought ran though my head and almost immediately a new vioce invaded my mind.
No! Sleep only brings uncertainty! The vioce was of a strange and confused man… he sounds eerily familiar… Like an old friend I haven't seen in five years. But that's silly, I'm twenty, I'd have to have met him when I was fifteen! Ha!
Laugh not at that which you can not prove to be wrong, Melidean!
"How do you know my name?" I gasp at the darkness of my room.
A dark figure steps out from the shadows; his features are undefined and very basic from what I can tell. He walks —more floats—to the side of my bed so the light of the clock can provide a better outline for him, "I am, as you thought, an old friend." He tells me in a vioce low and formal.
Something in the back of my mind is keeping me from freaking out; having a strange man in your bedroom is normally unsettling. But something about his vioce tells me to stay.
"Allow me to explain," His vioce grows more casual as he speaks. He flicks on my lamp to reveal his face, "I am your old friend Nny!"
I blink several times in an unnatural manner then rub my eyes to make sure I can see correctly, "Nny? Is that really you?" I ask the now recognizable form of my dear friend, scary thin body, dark blue hair, and, as always, very stylish boots.
"Of coarse it's me!" He hands me the tee-shirt on my near by dresser, again I have forgotten that I'm sitting here in my underwear. "I've grown a bit, but I haven't changed much." He gives me a friendly smile as I pull my head through the shirt.
"Wow, Nny, I can't believe you're really here! It's been so long!" I start to give him a hug when I remember I'm not wearing pants.
"I guess I caught you at a bad time," He starts to back away.
"Wait. It's not a bad time, just one of the many times of day when I don't wear pants!" while his back is turned to me I run to my dresser and pull on the first pare of pants I see.
"Heh, heh." Nny watches me do the pulling-on-my-pants-dance as he laughs dryly. "Oh, you always were a master of opportunity!"
"Yhea…" I thought dreamily of days past, the notes we'd pass in class, the hill we used to sleep on on warm summer night, and that one time at the bowling alley.
"I must say, it's a lot less awkward talking to you when you have pants on!" Nny laughed as I sat down on my bed and gesture for him to sit.
He sits closer than I originally anticipated, "It's been, what, five years since we've seen each other? What have you been up to?" I ask, curious to what his new history might be.
"Well, after I killed the new principal, I went home." He starts on the last day I saw him, I'd almost forgotten!
"I almost forgot they closed the school that day! I remember being exited to go home early!" I giggle at our past, making light of the man's death.
Nny smiles warmly again, then gets this serious look on his face, "Dea, I did it for you," He twitles his thumbs as he speaks, then he looks up at me with oddly loving eyes, "I did it because I knew you hated him, you despised him with every fiber of your being, even the way he wore his tie, so I killed him."
I can hear the sincerity in his tone; he did do it because he cared for me! It's strange but it's still affection! "Oh Nny, that's so sweet!" I lay my left hand on his as his thumbs have stopped twitling.
"You do realize I killed a man to win your love, right?" He asks as he adjusts his posture.
"Yes, but did you realize you could have just asked me out rather than resorting to homicide?" I brush some of his hair out of his eyes so I can see his face better.
He blushes a little, "I was shy, I was going to leave a note in your locker, but, well, you know." He looks down at his feet, the leather boots shine even in the dim light of the lamp.
"Aw, you're so cute when you're embarrassed!"
"You're just cute." He squeezes my hand, not tight, just recognition that it's there.
We sit in silence for a moment, enjoying each others company. Then I take a peek at the clock; it's 11:11! "Johnny, make a wish!" I tell him as I realize the time.
"Oh, right!" He closes his eyes and thinks hard, I wonder what he's thinking…
When he opens his eyes I ask, "What did you wish for?" He leans in close as if to hide a secret from the invisible people in the room,
"For your wish to come true." He whispers in my ear, he's almost made me believe someone is listening to us.
"But I didn't wish for anything." I remind him in an equally hushed vioce.
"Then I hope you enjoy your nothing." He turns my head so our noses are touching. I know what's coming, but I never thought it would happen until now…
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!
My alarm clock.
I stare in disbelief at the ceiling. It was all a dream?! But… It seemed so real! How else could Nny have been so perfect? My memory returns to me (morning amnesia) and it makes sense. Damn… I wish I had forgotten to set my alarm.
I figure I might as well get up; I'm not tired so I don't need to be in bed any more. The distance between my dresser and my bed is the entire room, more evidence against my dream. So far I have not been paying any attention to my room, I do this every morning, I could do it in my sleep. When I finally decide to look around I notice some thing in the corner. JOHNNY!? I the fist thought that pops into my head, but then I realize it's just my new standing lamp.
Sigh I dress in silence, little running through my head.
I live alone so I am used to quiet, but when I walked down stairs there was an unpleasant rattling. I open the window to see what's happening outside, and to my horror, there is a bulldozer out side!
Immediately I run out side, "What are you doing?" I scream at the operator.
"This building is up for demolition, we sent you a letter." He screams back at me over the noize of the machine.
Even without looking, I know I never got that letter, because I never check my mail. I beg the crew to come back tomorrow so I can move my stuff, they give me an hour.
Scrambling to decide what to take and what to leave, I never considered the fact that I have no where to go. But there is time to worry about that later. I take a big box; stuff all my clothes that still fit in it and my bed sheets. The only other things I have of any value are in the basement, and I don't think I could carry those up the stairs.
So with two seconds left to spare (I wanted to eat breakfast before I left.) I run out of my house and bid good day to my house numbers forever. Bye bye 791, oh house of mine. With that final good bye the wrecking ball hits the now heap of ruble I once called home.
"Well, where to go now…" I think out loud to myself as I walk down the side walk. 789? No, their dog is mean. I continue on. 787… Darn, no one lives there. 785? Old people! Shutter
After three more unspeakably horrible neighbors I come to house number 777. Hmm… I don't think I've met these people yet. Might as well go say hi!
The walk way is rather odd, there's a sign that says "keep off the loose soil, it's impolite to walk on the dead." And the door bell has "just go ahead, try and ring me." Written on it. Very welcoming.
Despite the warnings otherwise I place the box of my remaining positions to my left and ring the door bell.
"Yess…?" A vioce asks from behind the door.
"Um, I'm your neighbor, and I was wondering if you could help me with something." I make up on the spot.
"If this involves moving furniture-," A skinny, sickly, figure opens the door. He stares at me speechless for a moment, as do I him. "Dea?"
"Nny!?"
Wasn't that fun kids?
No matter what, that ends up being longer than I intend it to be... Oh well. Hope you enjoyed it! If I even get one review I will write more! So keep that in mind.