Use Me

By Mileena

An: uhm. OOC Nazis back off. My story. Hmmm. I don't believe in ratings, but you rating Nazis. This may escalate from R TO HIGHER so you little *oh that's so not Johnny* nazis blow me. Uhhh. I don't own anything in here except Mazzy and Iries and this plot. The chair I own on I don't even own, It's my granma's who I have lovingly nicknamed Grandma Hatey for her mean-ness The only thing I own that's on/with me right now is my jewelry and clothes. See. Don't sue you mean evil nazis.

AN2: This was written because its something similar along the lines of what just happened to me...only soo very much has been changed *stabs herself* Wow. I used a lot of "Nazi' in my speech. Oh and I think this may be my first chaptered Johnny fic. Go Me!

--Mileena

Chapter 2 is really short. I have no apologies.

Chapter 2- falling in love is so hard on your knee(s)

"I didn't get your name." She told me, as I walked her up near her garage.

"My name is Johnny C."

"Well, Johnny C, would you like to come in?" It was a tempting offer. I stared down at the freshly cutgrass, the smell had been tormenting my nostrils; It was such a horrid smell.

I looked back at her. "Not tonight, Mazzy."

She didn't look angry or sad that I rejected her proposal. Why would she? She simply nodded, and as she made her way up to the front door of her house she turned and asked me.

"Can I meet you in front of that restaurant tomorrow night?"

I nodded, and something lit up in her face, she looked happy. She turned once more, and put her hand on the doorknob. My throat seemed scratchy but

I finally heard my voice come out.

"Mazzy...you can call me Nny."

"Okay. Nny, I will meet you at sundown."

With those words, she seemed to disappear into the small suburban home. I watched a shadowed figure move through the blinds, several lights poking (why the fuck did I use the word poking?) on and off, and when no lights were turned back on, I went walking down the street. I walked to a gas station, and got some cherry doom, and one of those one-gallon gas things, and I walked along the highway until I found my little gray car, I put in the gas, and I parked it on a quiet street. When the sun was about to rise, I got on top the roof of my car. The quick memory of Devi sitting on the same place filled my mind. Devi was a beautiful person, inside and out.

I found only a select few like that. Edgar Vargas was one. Edgar, little Squee, I believe Tess was too...but that blind little girl was just following the wrong people. I kind of felt sorry for her. The sky lit up, like the whole world was on fire. This Mazzy was going to be a beautiful girl. I knew she had to be from all her problems. I guess now she was living in a house with another troubled girl. Iries was her name.



Why Mazzy Levy took an interest in me, I don't know. I fell in love with her though. Her voice was so damned cute. So innocent and childlike...and the way she said "Bad." Thinking about, I knew I sounded like some stupid teenage boy that was entirely too obsessed with someone. There she was though. Mazzy Levy, one of the bestest (hush I like the word) people I could ever meet.

See no apologies

Chapter 3 woohoo!