Disclaimer: I believe it's time for a confession. When I was ten years old
in 1999, yes I did tell JV everything. I gave him the ideas for every comic
he ever wrote, but the mean bastard fucked my fifth grade self out of the
rights. I joke; of course, JV is certainly not a bastard. I'm just really
sick of disclaimers.
1. Author's Note: I'm taking J. Maquerite's advice. Let the Nny humping ensue! Finally I'm getting back to this story, it's sort of funny. I laughed while I wrote it, but that may just be because I am utterly brainless. But I hope I haven't lost the people who were following it. Remember this really isn't my best, though I try. It's my first try at humor and I don't really know where I'm going with it.
BloodyScar: Am I wuved yet?
RaVeNs eViL sKyTtLe: Here's comes the insanity.
Chapter Four
A Weird Evening
In the process of Jimmy's seemingly endless string of one-sided conversation, Johnny had walked from his room, out of the house and down the street to get a Brainfreezy. It was now getting dark-winter was coming, though Johnny was kept warm by the heat of utter annoyance and Jimmy with that of unbridled passion. Walking home, Johnny had taken to flicking the remaining bits of ice at his companion. "Damn hail!" Jimmy exclaimed as they went up the walk. Johnny was still quite weirded out by the fact he had even * been * caught. And for stabbing someone! What the hell is that? Johnny thought. It was a very neat thing there were no records he even existed. The house.. everything was in the name of the prior residents of 777. Johnny tossed the empty Brainfreezy containment unit into the bushes as he opened the door. Melva was naturally there. He was seriously creeped out by her Marty Feldman eyes and overall perversion. "So what now?" Johnny asked, cutting Jimmy off quickly with a subtle movement of his hand. Jimmy seemed to ponder this for a second. This was the first time his idol had actually spoken * back * to him. "I guess we watch TV," was the best he could come up with. Both of them sat down on the couch; Melva scurried away into the bowels of the happy lemon-colored house. Johnny stared absentmindedly, just taking in his surroundings and the TV. Currently the show on was 'Doctor's With Anger Management Issues'. Both chortled enthusiastically as a man ran around with a needle and tube shooting acid up his ass. Jimmy peered over at him. In the dim like of bowels in strips coming from the television, Johnny was an attractive little bugger; he was graceful, dangerous and catlike. Jimmy licked his lips watching Johnny handle the remote control. "Yes?" Johnny asked warily, turning away slightly. "Nothin'," he replied, blushing. Well this is a decided improvement, Johnny thought, as he began to absentmindedly pick at threads in the arm of the couch; his feet scooted up. He finally just hugged his knees and stared, feeling rather uncomfortable. "You want a soda or something?" Jimmy asked, an idea popping into his head. The lust was just too much. "Yeah why not." Johnny's voice trailed off. He was definitely having an angsty moment. Shit how did I get here? I can't remember anything from before I died.why? "What the hell is it God?" he burst out. Jimmy meanwhile was in the kitchen and jumped about ten feet at the loud questioning. "You all right?" he asked; collecting himself. Loud sobs emitted from the living room. Oh so torn-it was a toss up between his immense wanting and making his obsession feel better about whatever was tormenting him. Ah well, he could do both. A drink or several would probably loosen the poor guy up. In the meantime, Johnny quickly put himself in check. Even if the bastard * was * just an annoyance, he certainly wasn't going to cry like that in front of him. Jimmy sat down mischievously beside him, loosely with an arm around Nny. Johnny flinched at the touch, but realized there wasn't any couch left to scoot away onto. He swallowed. Stop looking at me like that, he thought. "Uhh thanks," he managed; taking the drink. It tasted funny, not like soda at all, but at that point Nny didn't care. He had grown quite morose at this point, and secretly hoped this weirdo had put some kind of poison in his drink, though judging by his admiration filled, puppy dog eyes it wasn't likely.
What follows in the exact reason Johnny is not a substance abuser. Hater of superfluous emotion or not, he's an emotional and frankly very whiny but very sexy drunk. So anywho, a few drinks later...
"Umm Jimmy," Johnny said, finishing the drink and looking at him with morbidly glassy eyes.
"Yesssss?" he replied, nearly unable to get the smile off his face.
"Have you ever wanted to die?"
"Yes of course. Doesn't everyone at some point?" Jimmy replied. I wanted to die every time I was unable to see you...
"Well surprisingly *hic* I *hic* oh fuck it," Johnny murmured pulling the other youth closer to him, gently and took a moment just to ...eh... just savor the moment....
"Well are you two going to get it on or what?" came a chipper voice from behind the couch. It was Melva with her large eyes, bringing a video camera into focus.
Oh you will die someday Melva, Jimmy though viciously. Nny was just out of his skull by that point; leaping up. "Oh my god-HOW LONG???!!! How long have you been behind there!!! Such an idiot I've been!"
"Shut up, all of you. Take your pants off too," a growling voice from the corner said. It was the mysterious Luis, shot gun ready.
"But I'm not wearing anything..." Jimmy started but was silenced like a young kid but the murderous glare on Luis's skinny horse-like face. Luis smirked and ran into the kitchen.
"I've been preparing this all fucking day! It is JELL-O MOLD!!!!!" he shrieked, gun forgotten as he carefully brought out at elaborate looking green, pink and orange thingie shaped Jell-O mold. That * that * thingie you perverts. It's just a pile of Jell-O!!!! Innocent Jell-O these people are going to foul!!!
Johnny just swallowed. He was drunk wearing no pants, in a room with his fanboy, a voyeur and a guy with a shot gun and lots of frooty gelatin goodness. This was not good. Where was that smart-ass in the pink dress? Johnny didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time to ponder this. Bernadette was making her arrival, naked into the pile of Jell-O tackling Luis.
"Sexy!" Melva screamed jumping into the lot.
"Uhh right. I guess we can put our pants back on....there'd be no reason....ughh my head," Johnny said moving towards he and Jimmy's room. Jimmy just followed him, not bothering with the pants.
"Nny?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever...y'know do it with someone?"
"I wouldn't remember..."
"I haven't before."
"Was that what the rape was for?"
"You don't have to be an asshole about it. I was just asking."
"I'm surprised I haven't killed you yet-they do keep sharp knives in here. That's Luis guy had a gun...."
"Why do you say that? Am I really that bad?"
"No...I guess not."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Really really really sure?"
"Stop asking me."
"Ok."
"Why would you want to know that anyway?"
"Because..."
"I know why you're looking at me like that. I'm still far from drunk, so I can blame substance-induced poor judgement for it."
"Oh yay."
~*~(~*~
"OH DEAR GOD!!!!!"
"Heh heh...HARDER!!!!"
1. Author's Note: I'm taking J. Maquerite's advice. Let the Nny humping ensue! Finally I'm getting back to this story, it's sort of funny. I laughed while I wrote it, but that may just be because I am utterly brainless. But I hope I haven't lost the people who were following it. Remember this really isn't my best, though I try. It's my first try at humor and I don't really know where I'm going with it.
BloodyScar: Am I wuved yet?
RaVeNs eViL sKyTtLe: Here's comes the insanity.
Chapter Four
A Weird Evening
In the process of Jimmy's seemingly endless string of one-sided conversation, Johnny had walked from his room, out of the house and down the street to get a Brainfreezy. It was now getting dark-winter was coming, though Johnny was kept warm by the heat of utter annoyance and Jimmy with that of unbridled passion. Walking home, Johnny had taken to flicking the remaining bits of ice at his companion. "Damn hail!" Jimmy exclaimed as they went up the walk. Johnny was still quite weirded out by the fact he had even * been * caught. And for stabbing someone! What the hell is that? Johnny thought. It was a very neat thing there were no records he even existed. The house.. everything was in the name of the prior residents of 777. Johnny tossed the empty Brainfreezy containment unit into the bushes as he opened the door. Melva was naturally there. He was seriously creeped out by her Marty Feldman eyes and overall perversion. "So what now?" Johnny asked, cutting Jimmy off quickly with a subtle movement of his hand. Jimmy seemed to ponder this for a second. This was the first time his idol had actually spoken * back * to him. "I guess we watch TV," was the best he could come up with. Both of them sat down on the couch; Melva scurried away into the bowels of the happy lemon-colored house. Johnny stared absentmindedly, just taking in his surroundings and the TV. Currently the show on was 'Doctor's With Anger Management Issues'. Both chortled enthusiastically as a man ran around with a needle and tube shooting acid up his ass. Jimmy peered over at him. In the dim like of bowels in strips coming from the television, Johnny was an attractive little bugger; he was graceful, dangerous and catlike. Jimmy licked his lips watching Johnny handle the remote control. "Yes?" Johnny asked warily, turning away slightly. "Nothin'," he replied, blushing. Well this is a decided improvement, Johnny thought, as he began to absentmindedly pick at threads in the arm of the couch; his feet scooted up. He finally just hugged his knees and stared, feeling rather uncomfortable. "You want a soda or something?" Jimmy asked, an idea popping into his head. The lust was just too much. "Yeah why not." Johnny's voice trailed off. He was definitely having an angsty moment. Shit how did I get here? I can't remember anything from before I died.why? "What the hell is it God?" he burst out. Jimmy meanwhile was in the kitchen and jumped about ten feet at the loud questioning. "You all right?" he asked; collecting himself. Loud sobs emitted from the living room. Oh so torn-it was a toss up between his immense wanting and making his obsession feel better about whatever was tormenting him. Ah well, he could do both. A drink or several would probably loosen the poor guy up. In the meantime, Johnny quickly put himself in check. Even if the bastard * was * just an annoyance, he certainly wasn't going to cry like that in front of him. Jimmy sat down mischievously beside him, loosely with an arm around Nny. Johnny flinched at the touch, but realized there wasn't any couch left to scoot away onto. He swallowed. Stop looking at me like that, he thought. "Uhh thanks," he managed; taking the drink. It tasted funny, not like soda at all, but at that point Nny didn't care. He had grown quite morose at this point, and secretly hoped this weirdo had put some kind of poison in his drink, though judging by his admiration filled, puppy dog eyes it wasn't likely.
What follows in the exact reason Johnny is not a substance abuser. Hater of superfluous emotion or not, he's an emotional and frankly very whiny but very sexy drunk. So anywho, a few drinks later...
"Umm Jimmy," Johnny said, finishing the drink and looking at him with morbidly glassy eyes.
"Yesssss?" he replied, nearly unable to get the smile off his face.
"Have you ever wanted to die?"
"Yes of course. Doesn't everyone at some point?" Jimmy replied. I wanted to die every time I was unable to see you...
"Well surprisingly *hic* I *hic* oh fuck it," Johnny murmured pulling the other youth closer to him, gently and took a moment just to ...eh... just savor the moment....
"Well are you two going to get it on or what?" came a chipper voice from behind the couch. It was Melva with her large eyes, bringing a video camera into focus.
Oh you will die someday Melva, Jimmy though viciously. Nny was just out of his skull by that point; leaping up. "Oh my god-HOW LONG???!!! How long have you been behind there!!! Such an idiot I've been!"
"Shut up, all of you. Take your pants off too," a growling voice from the corner said. It was the mysterious Luis, shot gun ready.
"But I'm not wearing anything..." Jimmy started but was silenced like a young kid but the murderous glare on Luis's skinny horse-like face. Luis smirked and ran into the kitchen.
"I've been preparing this all fucking day! It is JELL-O MOLD!!!!!" he shrieked, gun forgotten as he carefully brought out at elaborate looking green, pink and orange thingie shaped Jell-O mold. That * that * thingie you perverts. It's just a pile of Jell-O!!!! Innocent Jell-O these people are going to foul!!!
Johnny just swallowed. He was drunk wearing no pants, in a room with his fanboy, a voyeur and a guy with a shot gun and lots of frooty gelatin goodness. This was not good. Where was that smart-ass in the pink dress? Johnny didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time to ponder this. Bernadette was making her arrival, naked into the pile of Jell-O tackling Luis.
"Sexy!" Melva screamed jumping into the lot.
"Uhh right. I guess we can put our pants back on....there'd be no reason....ughh my head," Johnny said moving towards he and Jimmy's room. Jimmy just followed him, not bothering with the pants.
"Nny?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever...y'know do it with someone?"
"I wouldn't remember..."
"I haven't before."
"Was that what the rape was for?"
"You don't have to be an asshole about it. I was just asking."
"I'm surprised I haven't killed you yet-they do keep sharp knives in here. That's Luis guy had a gun...."
"Why do you say that? Am I really that bad?"
"No...I guess not."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Really really really sure?"
"Stop asking me."
"Ok."
"Why would you want to know that anyway?"
"Because..."
"I know why you're looking at me like that. I'm still far from drunk, so I can blame substance-induced poor judgement for it."
"Oh yay."
~*~(~*~
"OH DEAR GOD!!!!!"
"Heh heh...HARDER!!!!"