Sorry, I didn't update this last week. I was having a pure drama weekend and I was really overwhelmed. I'll try to update twice today to make up for my lost time last week.
As Johan drove home, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He'd always tell himself that he'd do anything to meet Jim Cook. And now that he has, he felt like he needed more. But why? He didn't understand.
When he finally pulled into his driveway, he turned off the radio had just noticed was playing. Then he turned off the heat and the engine.
He opened the door and shuddered from the blast of cold air. The bluenette scurried to the door and opened it hurriedly.
"Cold outside?" Judai asked with his back to Johan.
"Yeah," he said as he shivered again. "What are you doing?"
"Watching the snow fall. What else would I be doing on a Saturday morning?"
"It's Monday morning."
"Well it feels like Saturday."
"It's not even snowing outside."
"Dude, are you blind?"
Johan walked over to the windowsill with his brother and blinked when he saw Judai was right. It was snowing outside.
"See?" Judai said proudly. He loved proving his older brother wrong.
"Yes, Ju-chan, I see."
"Maybe if we're lucky, it'll actually snow on Christmas," Judai said smiling as the snow came down harder.
Johan stole a glance from him. Why is he already talking about Christmas? he thought.
"What?" the brunette asked.
"First off, it hasn't snowed on Christmas in about five years. Second, why are you already talking about Christmas?"
Judai stared with wide eyes.
It was Johan's turn to say, "What?"
"Oh my god!" He yelled.
He covered his ears. "I'm right here!" he yelled back.
"Sorry. But oh my god!" he said in a softer voice. "Christmas is this Sunday." (Just pretend it's Christmas time again lol.)
"Holy shit on a mother fucking cocksucker." (LOL! Seriously, you can't say that's not funny.)
"Yeah. I can't believe you forgot."
Johan shrugged.
"Sometime before then, we should go shopping."
"I'm not getting you a Wii, Judai," Johan said as he walked away.
"Why?!" He whined.
"Because, my price range is thirty bucks."
"Please?" He brought out the puppy-dog-pout.
Johan looked away. When Judai made that face his eyes related to Medusa's. They'd make you do anything. "No, Judai."
"Fine," he huffed.
Johan turned his head slowly and saw Judai was still pouting. He almost gave in until he yelled, "Damnit, Judai!"
The boy chuckled at his special powers.
Johan sighed in relief when the mail was shoved through the mail slot. "I'll get it." He walked over and mumbled, "Birthday card, birthday card, bill, junk, birthday card, junk, bill…" and so on.
Finally, he got to the bottom of the pile and saw the newspaper. "I'll read it later," he said as he tossed it onto the couch.
"I'm bored," Judai said as he plopped down on the sofa.
"What do you wanna do?"
"I dunno."
"Wanna go shopping a day early?"
"Sure, I just have to get dressed."
Johan nodded and walked back to the kitchen to write another note:
Mom, Judai and I have gone to the mall. I've got my cell if you need anything.
Johan waited for his brother patiently.
"Ok, I'm ready," the brunette said as he trotted down the stairs.
Johan grabbed his jacket and went out the door. "We might need to stop at a gas station first," he said as he exited the door.
"I don't care, as long as I'm doing something," Judai said as he followed.
When the two left the gas station and entered the mall, a group of people dressed in black jumped out from the corner and started taking pictures of Johan.
"What the hell?" he said aloud. "Who are you guys?"
"Who else? Paparazzi." one man said.
Johan was about to ask why they wanted him but the flashing of the cameras were beginning to make him blind. "Judai c'mon!" he said as he dragged him to the stairs.
The Paparazzi took their last pictures as the two raced up the steps.
"What the hell was that?" Judai asked as he gasped for air.
"I don't know," Johan panted. "Why would they…want me…anyway?"
He shrugged.
"C'mon, let's just get the shopping done before they take more pictures."
"Ok."
But of course about fifteen minutes they forgot all about the Paparazzi. They spent almost three hours there.
They walked out to Johan's car with a handful of different colored bags.
"I feel like a girl," Johan laughed.
"Me too," Judai agreed.
When they drove back home, they ran through the snow and into the heated house.
"God, it's freezing out there," Judai complained.
"I know, right?"
"Hello, boys," Mrs. Anderson said. (A/N: holy crap, I just realized I changed from English names to Japanese XD my bad. Oh well, you guys can deal lol.)
"Hey mom," they said in harmony.
"Jo-kun, I know you like to read the newspaper. Do you wanna read it first?"
"Yeah, thanks," he said as he grabbed the paper from his mother.
"What's in the bags?" she asked.
"Nothing," they sang. They grabbed it and hid it in their rooms.
Johan then sat down on his bed and began reading the paper.
He flipped past the stories and death notices and ended up on a page that had a huge black and white picture of himself and Jim outside of the movie theatre alone.
HAS JIM COOK BEEN BITTEN BY A LOVE BUG? the headlines read.
He gaped. How had they seen them when they were talking outside? This explained why the Paparazzi wanted pictures of him.
Johan jumped at the sound of tapping at his room window. He looked out and--believe it or not--Jim was out there.
The bluenette ran downstairs and grabbed his coat.
"Where do you think you're going young man?" His mother asked.
"Out."
"No, you're not. It's below freezing. You're staying inside."
Johan growled inwardly and hung his coat back up. He ran back upstairs and walked in Judai's room.
"Why can't anyone knock anymore?" Judai asked.
"Sorry. Can you do me a favor?"
"It depends."
"I need you to cover for me. Mom doesn't want me to leave but I have to."
"What's in it for me?"
"Five bucks."
"Twenty."
"Ten."
"Fifteen."
"Deal." Johan was about to leave until Judai called him back.
"Hey!"
"What?"
"I wanna be paid in advance."
"You've gotta be kidding."
Judai held out his hand.
Johan dug in his pocket and pulled out three five dollar bills.
"Ok, you're gonna have to go out the window. I'll keep it open for you when you come back."
"What if she tries to come in my room?"
"I'll keep her busy with movies as popcorn."
"Thanks, bro."
"Just go!"
Johan opened the window and crawled out slowly. "Watch out," he said.
Jim backed up and Johan jumped.
"You're only wearing a sweatshirt?" Jim asked.
Johan looked down and saw that he wasn't wearing his jacket. Only a sapphire colored sweatshirt. "I guess I am."
"Let's get you inside before you get a frost bite." He wrapped his arm around Johan's shoulder to help keep him warm.
Johan started shivering when Jim touched him. He didn't feel cold though. But he kept that to himself.
The European stopped moving when he saw a black limo in front of him.
"C'mon mate," Jim said as he tugged on Johan's hand.
Johan followed Jim still shocked at what was before him. He climbed into the black vehicle next to Jim. "This is amazing."
"And warm."
"Oh, that too," he laughed.
Jim joined his laughter. As the chuckling died down, Jim reached over and pulled over the newspaper. "Have you seen this article?"
Johan nodded.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this."
"You're sorry? You could've lost your rep because of me. I should be the one apologizing."
They argued over who should apologize until a voice from the front said, "I don't mean to bother, Mr. Cook, but I need to concentrate on the road if you don't mind."
"Oh, sorry mate," the Australian said.
Johan laughed silently. "So where are we going?"
"My house so my manager can meet you. He wants to see if you're good or not."
Johan sank in his seat.
"It's nothing personal. He's just trying to learn more about you so he can stop these stories."
Johan smiled at Jim. He was such a good friend.
"What?" he asked.
"I was just thinking about how most movie stars are obnoxious. But you're not."
Jim laughed. "I wouldn't say that. But you're more than welcome to."
They laughed again.
When they arrived, Jim and Johan got out of the car before the chauffer could help them.
Johan didn't move from where he stood.
"What's the matter?" Jim asked.
"What if he doesn't like me?"
"So, you fear, not because of all of the obnoxious Paparazzi and reviewers but of my harmless manager," Jim said in a sarcastic tone.
"Pretty much."
Jim chuckled. "C'mon, he won't bite."
Yeah, sorry I changed the names. I wasn't intending to but I did. Did I do that in the last chapter too? I'm not sure. Sorry if I did. It's a force of habit.
I hoped you liked this chapter. I tried to make it longer than usual. Again, I'll update again today to make up for my loss.
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