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 4 synopsis- Past and present, sorta long. Well they look really long on notepad so hush! Hey! Pepito is here too! Lets all celebrate

Chapter 4 Yeah Fuck you Love

(Past)

I met her that night, and the next night, and the night after that. I was beginning to comfortable around her. We only talked for the first three weeks I knew her. But after that I started to do small juvenile stuff. Like hug her, and hold her hand. She thought it was cute. Finally she introduced me to a friend of hers as "Her boyfriend Johnny C." I couldn't escape any of her friends. They were constantly at my heels. Begging me to talk to them, which I did and ended up me walking away. I didn't want to kill them, with Mazzy I didn't want to kill anyone. A few nights, I had actually got to sleep, and the dreams that came were pleasant. She started asking me more and more of my past. And I had to side step it all the time. One particular night, we were at the park, sitting on this bouncy red thing* staring at the stars.

"What were your parents like?" She asked me, she was lying down on the ropes, and I was standing on them at her level, staring right into those beautiful gray eyes.

"I don't really remember them much."

"Johnny, why are you here. Tell me the past few years of your life. You've never told me about your jobs, or what you do, or where you were before you came to this place."

I didn't know what the fuck was going on, and it was like something was controlling me, but I leaned down, and I kissed her. She seemed so enraptured by this simple act, like this one kiss meant everything to her. It was like in the movies, it was like what you read in books and magazines it was like that and so much more. When she pushed her tongue into my mouth, which was a new experience. I had kissed a few girls. On the cheek, short little pecks on the lips, but nothing like this.

And selfishly I wondered what it would be like to kiss Devi like this.

I pulled away, in a panic that I would ever consider something like that.

"What's wrong, Nny?" She breathed. She saw the panic in my eyes. 'Eyes are the windows to your soul.'

"Mazzy, I have to go away for a while." I told her. This was not the plan. I was going to stay. Stay with Mazzy Levy and be happy. I jumped off of the rope pyramid, and before she knew it I had disappeared into the woods.

(Present)

I need pick Squee up. Thinking, as I glance at the clock in the 24/7. I don't care what he looks like now, I am just going to call him whatever I want. I pay for the two brainfreezies and I take off.

When I arrive he is there with another little kid. This one looks a bit sinister and a bit of an angsty teenager for his age. I look twice. He has little horns growing out of his head.

"Johnny this is my friend Pepito. He's coming too."

"Had I known," I said handing Squee his brainfreezy. "I'd buy you one too."

"No problem." The kid said. From the backseat he extended his hand out to me. "Pepito, Son of Satan, and you are Johnny C?"

I nod, touching the kid for a quick second. "Mr. C you are quite famous down there." I ignore this comment and continue driving.

"Why didn't you just kill them both when you had the chance?" He leans and whispers into my ear. My eyes widen at this eleven, twelve year old kid's suggestion.

When I pull up to my house, there was a letter in my mailbox. I never get letters. The boys follow me inside, and they plop themselves down and watch my television. I have a feeling they had done this when I was gone.

"Do your homework." I yell. They laugh at me. I open the letter.

"Dear Johnny. I know what I did was wrong-" "Fuck." I mutter, and promptly torch it.

*AN* the triangle pyramid was in this park I went to once. It's basically a pyramid made out of ropes going vertical and horizontal, until you are on one rope at the very top. It connects with this big pole going down the center. Its bouncy and all sorts of fun. Uhm Sorry. I just had to explain something of my happy memories. *Sighs*

Chapter 4 sucks doesn't it?

Go read a book or something. Its much more healthier.

But read chapter five when you are done becoming smart and healthy.