I sat in my beanbag chair, fingers running over my lips.

He kissed me. He kissed me.

I felt like a lovesick puppy, swooning over a boy. I giggled and pulled my legs up to my chest, my hair blocking my view of everything around me.

Oh my god, stop it. This is Johnny we are talking about. He wont care about you. He's a playboy.

I mentally kicked myself for acting like this. I brushed my hair back from my face and tried to pay attention to the tv. Memories of his blue eyes flashed in my mind. I remembered how perfect I fit in his arms, my head tucked under his chin, my arms pressed against his muscular chest...

Stop it! Stop acting like this, Ava!

I kicked myself again. I looked back at the tv, the same reality show playing. Two people stared at each other from across the table before meeting each other in a separate room, only to start sucking each other's faces in.

I thought of when Johnny and I kissed only an hour before.

I sighed loudly before shutting the tv off and walking to the bathroom in the hall. I turned on the cold water faucet. I cupped my hands together under the water and splashed it on my face, trying to calm my jittery nerves. But it didn't do anything beside getting a few locks of my hair wet.

I set my hands on the rims of the sink and leaned over it, almost as if I was going to throw up.

"You know, this isn't usually the reaction I get." A voice said next in me. I looked up to see Johnny leaning against the door frame.

My cheeks flushed when I realized how I looked in front of him, but I pulled myself together.

"And what reaction do you get? Girls swooning at your presence and ripping off their clothes for you." I said, leaning against the sink.

"More or less." He said almost in a seductive manner as he moved closer to me. I took a step back, scared of what he was doing. "But there's something different about you." He continued, reaching up to touch my cheek.

His warm touch against my skin was enough to send me into sensory overdrive. My breathing sped up a bit when I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on.

He caught my gaze towards his chest and smirked. His gaze averted to my frame. I became very uncomfortable since I only wore my suit and a pair of sweatpants. I shifted my weight and looked towards the door. He took notice of this and stuck his hand out, blocking the doorway.

"You're not going anywhere." He said, his voice all seductive and irresistible. Shivers traveled up and down my spine as he continued to move closer to me.

I wanted to throw myself at him and kiss his senseless but I couldn't. He was Johnny. That's a reason in itself.

I took another step back, my knees becoming shaky.

"Johnny." I said, my voice thick with warning. He moved his foot back, shutting the door. He really didn't need to. Reed and Sue went out for groceries and Ben was out on the roof. He went up there often to clear his thoughts, just as I do.

I took another step back, my leg hitting the tub. Johnny saw this and smiled, knowing he was going to get what he wanted.

He closed the gap between us, his eyes looking more beautiful than ever. My throat closed when his breath fanned over my face. His arm moved around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest. My breath hitched when he did this.

His other arm moved up and caressed my cheekbone, sending tingles through my skin.

"Johnny." I moaned. He shushed my with his finger, pressing it gently against my lips.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, fireworks erupting in my mind. I snaked my arms around his neck, bringing me closer to him and deepening the kiss.

He backed up into the door, bringing me with him. My hands found his hair and I laced them into it. He had a firm hold on my hips, holding me against him. His back was pressed against the door, my chest pressed against his. His hands started to move lower and lower until they were at the hem of my shirt.

My rational side came back.

Finally, you son of a bitch. Where were you?

I pulled back out of Johnny's grasp. The air was cold against me, given that Johnny's bare skin had effects on me. I stood there, panting.

"Johnny." I said, my voice a bit shaky.

He stood there for a second before realizing why I pulled back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't-" He started. From what I had heard about him, he didn't seem like the person to say sorry.

I held my hands up, stopping him. "I'm just not ready, Johnny. Besides, we're not even dating." I ran my hands through my hair.

I wish we were. Johnny could never control his thoughts even if he wanted to.

He clapped his hands together. "I'm going to go watch tv. You're welcome to join me if you want."

"Yeah." I said, trying to slow my breathing down.

He left the bathroom, leaving me there, panting.

I walked out of the bathroom when my breathing slowed down.

Johnny sat on the couch, a pan of popcorn in the palm of his hand. I noticed that he now donned a t shirt layered with a sweatshirt. He had turned on the tv. The X games were on.

I sat down on the couch opposite to him. I reached over occasionally to grab some popcorn from Johnny but otherwise I stayed on the couch. I watched person after person jump and perform tricks on bikes.

I yawned into a pillow.

"Getting tired, Brain." He asked, a smirk obviously pulling at his lips. The lips that had be pressed against mine only minutes before.

"Maybe, fireball." I gave him a nickname just as he did to me. He held up his hands in a mock surrender.

"Touché."

I watched trick after trick, becoming more and more bored with this show. I stretched out on the couch, resting my head on a pillow.

I soon found myself dozing off and finally, I fell asleep.


Sunshine streamed through the windows and directly onto my face. The tv was still playing the X games. A blanket was carefully draped up to my shoulders.

Johnny. A small smile pulled at my lips.

I sat up, regretting it when I felt pain in my back. Why did I sleep on the couch?

Mr. Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Five! I heard. My eyes snapped open and I turned to the tv.

Johnny was on a bike and in the air. He performed a trick and the crowd went wild.

"Uhh, guys." I yelled. "I think you should look at this."

Reed came running in. Ben and Sue were a little slower getting here.

Johnny did a flip off the bike, getting dangerously far from it. He caught fire seconds later, flying through the air.

We were all silent, waiting to see if he was okay. He jumped up and ripped what was left of the suit he was wearing to reveal his Fantastic Five suit. Except, there was our new logo on the front.

"He didn't." Sue said, her hands on her hips.

"Oh, yes, he did." Ben said, he was pacing next to the couch. "Flameboy never listens."

"What did he do to his uniform?" Sue was still her motherly self.

I pulled the blanket tighter around myself, trying to hide my suit.

A reporter was now with Johnny.

I gotta ask about this outfit. She said, pointing the microphone towards him.

"It's like Armani meets astronaut." He said with a smile. He was obviously loving the attention. He was almost basking in it.

So, what are your superhero names?

"They call me the Human Torch. Ladies call me Torch." All the girls surrounding him 'oh'd and 'ah'd.

I leaned back on the couch.

"Good luck with that name." I said, my snarky side showing through.

What about the rest of the team? Oh god, here we go.

A picture of Sue appeared on the screen.

"That's the Invisible Girl." He said, almost like he was proud of it.

"Girl?" She repeated in disbelief.

What about your leader, Reed Richards? I hear you call him Mr. Fantastic. She continued on.

"Could have been worse." Ben said. I reached for the glass of water on the table and tipped it towards him.

Is it true what they say, that he can expand any part of his anatomy? The girls around him giggled and whooped.

Johnny cocked his head.

"I've always found him to be a little limp." I spit out my drink.

A picture of me came up on the screen.

What about her? She asked, pointing to the picture of me. The guys in the arena looked at me picture, practically drooling. It was sickening.

"She's Echo. She can hear thoughts." He tapped his temple.

All the guys took interest in that.

"Just be glad you cant hear mine." I hissed, getting up to get dressed.

A picture of Ben flashed up on the screen.

What is that? What do you call that thing?

"That's it. The Thing." He said. "You think this is bad. You should have seen him before."

"Okay, now I'm going to go kill him." Ben turned to walk to the door.

I walked back into the room, donning a new shirt and jeans.

"Allow me to help."


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