So, yeah. I haven't updated this shit in, what, like a year and a half now?
Disclaimer: I don't own this shit, guys.
Let's see if I still have the magic touch…
Johnny was determined not to sleep. Fucking determined. Bored. But fucking. Determined.
Also, he was driving, so he figured it would probably be a really bad idea. Since he was on the thruway. Doing, what, like, a hundred or something? He wasn't sure. He didn't want the gauges to bore him to sleep, so he didn't bother looking.
And squee was in the back seat. Squee, unlike Johnny, got to fucking sleep. Little bastard.
No, no, that was discourteous. Squee was a guest. A kidnapped guest. Kidnapped in the loosest sense of the word, of course, since Squee's dad had started beating on him.
Johnny had not taken that well. Squee no longer had a biological father
But he has a Johnny. Ajohnny who hadn't slept in, what, two, three weeks? He's not sure. He's fucking exhausted.
He odesn't sleep. He has to keep reminding himself.
A trup passes very close. Johny swears very loudly and promised vengeance upon said truck driver.
His mobile rang.
"When the fuck did I get that?" he wondered aloud, beacaus seriously. When the fuck did he get that?
The ringtone was fucking annoying as hell, too.
"When the fuck did I get a mobile phone?" he screamed. Squee made a quiet noise in the back of the car. "Sorry," Johnny said, turning to face him. "I didn't mean to wake you. I'm just confused—"
"Nny!"
"I don't know where this damn thing came from…"
"NNY THE ROAD"
"Don't interrupt, it's impolite—oh, shit!" He turned back just in time to slam on the brakes. He stared tat the car ahead of him for a moment, then decides to pull over at the next service stop.
Sign says 13 miles.
JTHMJTHMJTHM
Squee is drinking something red. Johnny was reminded ov the wall. Fucking wall. He looks around. Fucking walls everywhere.
"Do you boys need help with anything?"
The girl is, in a word, beautiful. Her hair was long and bright, platinum blonde. Her teeth were straight and white. She's maybe twenty, wearing a service-stop apron. She isn't wearing a service stop uniform, though; here clothes were totlly original and spoke to Johnny. Her shirt was some kind of red and black lace-up corcet with lace over the bodice and red string. Her boots are thigh-high, made ove leather and had high-heals that make her legs look like they go on forever. Her skirt was short, but not slutty, black and red plad with black lace on the underside. Her boobs are pretty big. She's not flat. Not like Devi (don't think of her, don't imagine her, god he misses her, sometimes, it's so ugly).
This girl's eyes, though. God, her eyes. Johnny had never seen eyes like them before. They were a million different colors, but bluer than toilet cleaner. They accented her porcelain skin beautifully.
"No, thanks," Squee said quietly. He sucked on his drink and hiccupped.
The girl smiled at Squee, and Johnny became jealous. It was kind of trippy.
Her name-tag said Jenny.
Their names rhyme.
Fate was fucking with him. But he has to have this girl.
Fucking has to.
Yes? No? Glad to be back, at least. And even with a longer update than usual? (madness)
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.