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

Chapter5 Synopsis- Mush here. Yep. Quality time with the Jackass show too. I think its kinda long. Next chapter will be nice. I guarantee it.

Chapter 5- My Valentine

(Past)

I could have left her to die, that park was extremely dangerous at night, but I knew she could take care of herself. I had to get away. I could not have the affections I had for Mazzy. I could not touch someone in this manner. I fucking hated to be touched, yet here I was, even hating spit, and I let this girls tongue in my mouth. 'And you thought about what it would be like to fucking kiss Devi like that.' That had to be the worst thing ever. It had to be like cheating only 10 times worse because it was in your subconscious.

What the hell was I saying? I was in love with her regardless. But I didn't want to be. It was getting cold, beginning to be winter. I brought my arms around me, cursing the fact that I didn't get a jacket out of my bag that was in my car parked at her house. I thought I'd never see her again. The further away I had walked along the highway, the more I had missed her. I found a small cave along this bike path on the side of the road it was nice and warm. I didn't make a fire because I didn't want to imagine what sorts of creepy crawlies were in there.

I found what was bothering me. I had to tell her the truth about who I was and what I had done. She's been so honest...It just wouldn't be fair. I stayed in that cave for a month. I desperately wanted to tell her, but I didn't want her to be driven away. It was time to leave when I seen the first snowflake.

(Present)

Something called Jackass was on the television, and Squee and Pepito were still at my house at eleven at night. They're good kids, they don't annoy me, and earlier we had a nice dinner of random things I had picked up at the 24./7. I have gotten a bit burned out on Skettios. Having them there now, it brings me some sort of peace. It keeps my mind from wandering to Mazzy. And I had loved Mazzy.

"Johnny C, Door."

I looked at Pepito, as some guy swallowed a goldfish, someone knocked on the door. I get up and look outside; a small package is on the ground.

It was from Mazzy. Did she really think she could buy my forgiveness? I open it up.

Happy Late Birthday.' The box reads. It was some day that I chose because I honestly couldn't remember my birthday. I imagined I was born in the summer months; I had to be a Gemini because of my 'personalities.' I torched the gift; I had no regard for what could have been in there.

(PAST!)

I entered her house, breaking the flimsy lock she had on the front door, and I made my way to her shower. Staying in a cave for a month was not going to be too wonderful smelling. The water was nice and warm as it passed down my body. It had been snowing outside for a good while, and my car was now parked in the garage. Mazzy was so sweet to do such a thing.

After I dressed I looked around the house for her. Mazzy had told me that for certain reasons, her roommate Iries had moved out, and she was alone. It was all very sudden. Before he left, she seemed panicky and she told me that Iries had to move out.

"Mazzy." I called, well; it was four in the morning, she I hoped to be asleep. I crept into her room, and she was there on her mattress that rested on the floor instead of a box spring or bed frame. She was curled in a little ball, the blanket not providing any warmth. Her fists rolled in tight little balls. She looked tortured.

"Mazzy." I called again, I couldn't move from the doorway. I didn't know what kind of frustrations and pain I had put her through. She was a very emotional person.

"Mazzy...I'm ho-back." Did I date almost call this place home? I took a pen from on top of her dresser, and threw it at her. She woke up slowly, cursing the

flying pen.

"Mazzy..." She rubbed her eyes lazily. "Mazzy. There's a homicidal maniac in your house."

"Its just you, Nny." She retorted. The anger in her voice reminded me that this wasn't some sappy movie. She was angry that I left unlike the Hollywood starlets full of happy emotion when their boyfriends return. But she also thought I was lying about the homicidal maniac.

"Mazzy. You need to know the truth."

"Why? So I can apologize to Iries more and more. You were the reason she had to leave you know."

"Mazzy-"

She stood up, and sluggishly, since I imagine her legs were still not working, wobbled toward me. "Nny. You left me. You left me in that fucking park. You haven't even called for a month. You-"

"I kill people, Mazzy." She shut up, and then sank against the back of the wall.

"I know." She whispered. She hugged her knees, I knelt before her, and I was very confused.

Did I have to kill her now?

"Iries told me. I didn't want to believe her. I don't know how she knew...but...that's why she had to leave. I didn't believe her."

Yay! Awkward Silence.

"Mazzy." Her name stayed on my lips; second thoughts of what I was going to say filled my head. No. No second thoughts. Just happiness.

"Are you going to kill me now?" She whispered. She was crying...

"Mazzy I love you."

Look He said it!

Chapter six has some lovely stickfigure-esq sex…Ha!

Its funny you think im kidding.