Re-written, I don't know about all of you, But I hated the first attempt. Twelve reviews and all of them were great, thank you everybody for that, but I only saw flaws. So I am going to try again, with everyone more in character and Jazmine a lot less Mary-sue.
CHAPTER ONE:
"Because it's thriller, thriller night!" The familiar Micheal Jackson song blared from the record player as I brushed the thick fur that embodied my rescue tomcat, my best friend, the one I could confide in. Who is now gone, he was taken from me when this whole nightmare began. The time my body was possessed by a vengeful demon who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. I heard the kitchen door creak open. It was either my boyfriend or one of my friends, or my dad.
"H-Hello?" A sad, nervous voice called from the kitchen. Johnny. My best friend. I think I know why he's here.
"I'm in the living room Johnnycake." I called quietly. He hated people yelling, he got that enough at home. He came into the room and I gasped. The gaping hole in his jacket, the bloody shirt, the black eye, the busted lip, the awkward gait, and the tears trying to force their way down his cut face.
"Take off your jacket." I softly ordered, trying to think of the best way to help him. He did as he was told; shrugging the jacket off, wincing when he moved his arm. The sight under the jacket was just as gruesome. How could a man do this to his own flesh and blood?
"Take the shirt off," I started. "I wanna see how deep the cut is..." I said this slowly hoping my blush wasn't to red. He slowly peeled the red and white shirt off and at first my eyes caught his smooth, little chest. Then I snapped back to reality and studied the injury, in the shaft off his ribcage, it wasn't to deep but it could easily become infected
"Here," I said, pulling a chair from the dining room table. "Have a seat, try to get comfortable." I went to the linen closet where I kept a rather modest first aid kit. I slunk back to the table and opened it pulling out a couple cotton balls and some green antiseptic and some bandages. He looked at the ensemble warily.
"Sorry Johnnycake." I said and started sponging the tender area, trying really hard to ignore the howls of pain from the small boy. I kept apologizing until I wrapped the bandage around his ribcage I gave him some pain relievers and he felt better.
"Wanna stay over tonight?" I asked. I hated it when he came to one of us hurt, just to go back to the ninth layer of hell: his house.
"I don't know." he said "If your boyfriend comes over...I don't want to be in the way." He mumbled
"He can deal with it." I said kind of harshly which made Johnny stare at me in surprise.
"He knows I'm only helping a friend." I say softer. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Thank you Jazzy." He said with a quick, tight, grin
"Here let me show you the guest room." I started awkwardly. He didn't need me to show him the guestroom, Johnny knew where it was, he's stayed over before. But he stood up and I supported him since he came into the house limping I didn't want him to overwork his little chicken legs I showed him the room. He sat on the bed and I sat next to him.
"Hey, Jazmine," He stared.
"Yeah Johnny?"
"I wanted to give you something." He said. He reached in his front jeans pocket and pulled out something on a rubbery black string. He unfolded it to reveal a beautiful necklace. It seemed to be made of metal but had this piece of red glass that looked like a Ruby.
"It's beautiful," I whispered. This must have cost him a fortune.
"It wasn't much." he said, seemingly reading my mind. "Got it at the pawn shop by that Chinese restaurant." He said. He motioned for me to turn around and he brushed my hair over my shoulder and clasped the string around my neck. "I figured you'd like it, since your all into the Celtic stuff." He explained.
"I love it," I said, and I did. It was really pretty and the gem seemed to glow when it caught the light.
"Hey Minne," He started, playing with a lock of my hair.
"Yeah John?"
I wanted to tell you something." He stated.
"Shoot."
"Jazzy I like you."
"I like you too Johnny, we've been friends for years."
"No Jaz, I like you. As in L-L..Lo-" He trailed off, but I think I knew.
"Johnny, don't..."
"I love you Jazmine. I always have, but then you started dating Codie and it got to me," He said. I could tell he'd been wanting to say this for a while. In truth, I had feelings for him too, when I was fifteen. But times flies, we grew up, and I met Codie when I was eighteen. And I've been with him for a year. So if Johnny always liked me, why didn't he take his chance four years ago? Now I watched him as he layed down and rolled away from me.
"Johnny." I started. I thought he was being a little unreasonable. If he liked me all these years, and he must have known I liked him. Why did he wait till now to make it a big announcement?
"Forget it," He muttered. "I was just being stupid."
"Goodnight Johnny, feel better." I said. I stood up and flicked the light switch down. I closed the door and sauntered down the hall to my room.
Early that next morning I awoke to a bluejay shrieking outside my window. I slowly got up and staggered into the kitchen. Reaching around, I found some blueberries and boxed pancake batter, I knew that both Johnny liked pancakes. As I prodded the liquid circles with an old spatula, I heard the door creak closed and felt strong arms around me.
"Hey Baby" said a familiar husky voice I loved hearing.
"Morning" I responded. He sat down at the dining room table, pulling out two chairs.
"What's for breakfast?" He asked. Just then Johnny came out of the guestroom.
"What's he doing here?" Codie and Johnny asked in perfect unison. It sounded so rehearsed!
"Johnny's dad was at him again," I started, meeting Codie's eyes. My boyfriend wasn't a greaser, but he wasn't a soc either. He was, I guess, a middle class citizen. Never causing much trouble, often keeping a low profile in town. It was difficult for him to be accepted into the East side, but eventually everyone cooled off, respected him because they knew there'd be trouble if they didn't.
My boyfriend seemed to relax a little, he knows I take care of the boys like there family because they are. "And Johnny, you know Codie comes every Saturday." I said. Johnny stayed for breakfast then left for the Curtis's house. Then it was just me and Codie. In my bedroom.
"Stop!" I cried I was victim of him tickling me, he kissed me then pinned me to the bed.
"Okay, I stopped." he said I smiled as he kissed me. It was then I realized how lucky I was. I had a great life, my dad is in Tennessee visiting his sister, Johnny is patched up and should be safe if he's going to the Curtis's, and I've got the best boyfriend a girl could ever hope for, but beneath all the beauty, I knew things couldn't get any better, but life could get worse any second.
Honestly, if you hated the first attempt let me know, but be nice about it. I read it this year and thought to myself what a disgrace to my reputation it was. Just so you all know I will be re-writing most of my older stories. I think my writing style has gotten better, but remember Demonic Dreams is the first proper fanfiction I've ever written, and it was terrible. Jazmine was a bit Mary-sue, and I opened up the love triangle way too quickly, I promise this attempt will be better!