Disclaimer: okay so not only do I not own Fantastic four but I don't own fall out boy or any of their music either, I just want to borrow it. Enjoy!

Chapter Eight

Johnny slammed his bedroom door shut and leaned against it. He slammed his head against it out of frustration, it didn't help. What is going on? She is just another girl. Some how Johnny couldn't make himself believe that. He had to distract himself. He picked up his cell and flipped through the numbers. When he found the right one he pressed talk.

"Yeah, hey, I was wondering if your beautiful self could join me for some dancing tonight. Great, I will see you at seven? Good, okay love, talk to you later." He hung up and smiled. Never failed, no matter how he treated them they always came when he called. It was brilliant.

He fell on his bed running his hand over his cropped hair. Jeanette wouldn't do that, she would have to be treated well…what the hell are you thinking about that for? He tried to shrug it off but whatever he thought about went back to Jeanette. Damn it!

He grabbed his MP3 player off his bed side table and started to listen. It was only five maybe just tuning out for a while would help his fixation with Jen.

Johnny yawned as he woke up. Must have dropped off. He stretched and sat up taking off his earphones. The instantaneous blast of Fall Out Boy hit him fully. It must be playing in the apartment sound system. He looked at the clock on the wall of his room.

Damn it, it can't be quarter to seven! He jumped up pulling off his tank top and sweats, practically throwing on his suit he then pulled on loose jeans, a long sleeved tee shirt and his lucky leather jacket. He grabbed his wallet and headed out of his room. God, that Fall Out Boy is loud, that can't be good for Jeanette. He turned at the sound of Jeanette's voice.

"I confess, I messed up
dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around
And I know you dressed up
hey kid you'll never live this down!" Jeanette came wandering out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Johnny swallowed trying his best to control himself.

Her long black hair was wet and clinging to her neck as it fell from the loose bun that held it. Damn she looks good.

"Oh Hi Johnny," Johnny tore his eyes away from Jeanette's long legs and looked at her face. She was wearing a smile.

"Hi," His voice was unusually high. He cleared his throat. "Feeling better?"

Her smile grew, Damn you're beautiful. "Yeah much, I think it was your hangover cure." He tried to smile but only managed a half smirk.

"Yeah, well it will do that to you." It will do that to you, what the hell am I on about? Jeanette's smile was replaced by a very confused look.

"Are you okay, you look a little pale?" He looked at her. Get a GRIP!

"Fine, where are…um," Who are the other people we lived with again? Jeanette gave him a funny look.

"Sue and Reed are with their wedding planner and Ben is on a date with Alicia." Johnny continued to stare. Jeanette looked at the floor. You're an idiot, you're an idiot, you're an idiot!

"Ah," was all him managed to stutter.

"Well I am going to go finish getting ready," Johnny looked at Jeanette.

"Why? Where are you going?" Oh so now he can speak. Jeanette gave him a look. You are on thin ice man.

"A few of my friends are taking me out." The happy go lucky sound in her voice was gone. CRAP CRAP CRAP….don't say it!

"Are you sure that is a good idea? I mean a few hours ago you could barely sit up." That was it, the ice was broken, he was digging a hole and he just hit bedrock.

"I'll be fine." With one last cold glance she walked into her room and slammed the door.

Crap! Johnny hung his head and looked at his watch. CRAP! It was five past seven!

Does this girl talk about anything other than herself? Maybe that was why you didn't call her back the first time. Johnny sat bored to tears with this Melissa listening to her prattle on about one of her girlfriends copying her. Why would anyone want to copy you? They were in a booth in one of the most exclusive clubs in town. Johnny looked around for something to distract himself with.

His eye was caught on a group coming in. And there on the arm of the seeming leader was Jeanette. She was turning his way. Johnny threw himself under the table. Once he was under and well hidden he started to think where he was going to go from here. Why are you hiding?

"Johnny?" he looked over at his date's face that appeared under the table. "What are you doing?"

"SHH!" The group walked past their table, Oh yeah dive under the table that was smart. He slowly managed to pull himself back onto his seat. His date was giving him weird looks but he didn't care. He swiveled around to find Jeanette. There she was talking to some blonde guy. This was going to be a long night.

Johnny was sitting on a bar stool shooting death stares at Jeanette's group. Melissa had left a while ago, but Johnny didn't notice until a half and hour later. What is she trying to pull coming to a club? She was only seventeen, not even legal drinking age! He had watched her drift between the group's table and the dance floor.

A while a go a little voice in his head asked why did he care? But he silenced the voice and told him self it was friendly concern. He knew that was a lie. It was jealousy. Johnny had never been jealous over a girl in his life because he could always get the girl. Now he wanted the only girl he couldn't have.

You want Jeanette? No, he didn't want her, he needed her, this was much deeper then an animal attraction. That thought shocked him so much he swiveled around as if checking no one had heard him think it. You're losing it man!

He glanced back over at Jeanette's table. Jeanette was coming back from the dance floor. She was wearing a jean skirt, leather halter top, black stiletto heels, with a black scarf around her neck once and then just hanging down her body. She looked so good it hurt. Her hair was up in an intricate do, with piece hanging down her neck, her old bangs that were growing out framed her face.

When she arrived at the table the blonde leader of the group pulled her into his lap. That was it, something in Johnny snapped, he couldn't take it anymore. Why he didn't know, maybe because that was the way he treated women and Jeanette deserved much better.

He got up and started storming over to their table. What the hell are you doing man? Jeanette looked up and saw him when he was about five feet away. Her face was happy to begin with then quickly changed to trepidation when she saw the look on his face.

"Johnny," Johnny instead of waiting from introduction's grabbed her arm and dragged her off the guys lap; under protest she was dragged from the club. This was not how he intended this to happen. Once they were out in the street Jeanette wrenched her arm from his grip.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" She screamed at him. He didn't blanch under her yells.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Excuse me?"

"You are seventeen and you are in a night club!" Now she looked really mad.

"I am nineteen Johnny, and if you paid any attention to me other then to mother me you would know that!" huh, she was nineteen, when did that happen?

"That is not the point; you aren't allowed to drink yet!"

"I wasn't! ERR! I don't have to justify myself to you!"

"Yeah well tell that to Reed!" She stared at him dumb struck.

"So what you're gonna snitch on me?" He stared down at her.

"Maybe,"

"Oh my god, I am going back inside," She turned. No, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"Wait!" She wasn't listening so Johnny took evasive action. He grabbed the end of her scarf so she swung around to face him again. He grabbed her arms and pulled her towards him until his chest was touching hers. Her eyes were huge. And that was when he kissed her.