Ok well, I've been thinking about it and here: It sucks I know, but its 4 in the morning and I'm not in the right mind. AND!!! If I get enough negative feedback, I'll try and rewrite it.
They stared at each other in silence for what seemed like hours. His gloved hands stroked her face and hair. "Well?" Donna whispered. "What's going to happen?" "What do you think is going to happen?" Johnny replied. His lips gently grazed hers. "I don't think I have a choice," Donna said. Johnny started to get up, but she pulled him back down. He had been warming her and his weight felt pleasant and as much as she hated to admit it, she liked the closeness of him near her and to her surprise he didn't fight her. "I don't like how we're this close. I feel nauseous, but I want.."his words trailed off as she stared at him.
"Do you want to know what happened to those girls that have happened to come across me? Do you know where they are right now?"Johnny asked, pulling his face farther from hers. "Dead?" she guessed. He paused. "Oh..heh..well I wasn't expecting that. You were supposed to say "what?" and I was supposed to make this dramatic speech, but seeing as how I got kind of side tracked by that..well yea they are dead," he said. "Every girl that ever managed to get close to me died.... except one, but lets not talk about her right now. Every girl that I ever slept with...I killed them all because they made me dream things and think things and....I just wanted it to stop because you see THEY WERE MAKING ME FEEL and even the ones that could bring me happiness didn't last long. So chances are, if we do this, you're going to end up dead."
"Um........hello? What the hell kind of position do you think I'm in? If we don't do this I'm dead, but if we do, it'll give me some time," Donna said. Johnny smiled. "You're a little smart ass aren't you?"he said, teasingly. "At least now you know I'm smart," she replied cooly, a small grin on her face. They kissed passionately. Donna's hands started to wander, but he pinned down her wrists. "No," he whispered, kissing her again. His hands released her and held her face and neck. Donna jumped at the touch of his cold hands. Suddenly, Johnny felt sick. He could feel the vomit building up in his throat. He quickly stood up and ran up the stairs and when he got to the second room where a punk lay safety pinned to the floor, he proceeded to vomit all over the punk and ran back down.
But when he got there, Donna was not there. Johnny felt the anger surge inside him. Lets see, she couldn't have gone upstairs, so there's only one place she could be.........DOWNSTAIRS! thought Johnny. He moved swiftly.
I'll write more, but yea thanks to all of you guys for your help and the story will be done soon, just as long as I don't think of any more erotic ideas. Anyways because no one has bitched me out about doing a sex scene, I'm definitely doing one. Or am I? I am. Or am I?