AN: Thanks for the reviews. Here's another chapter. And I wouldn't be surprised if there really was Jhonen porn lol. There're enough people who'd love to get in his pants. And my computer just corrected my English. I hate that. I feel like my English teacher is standing over my shoulder. But at the same time, it's easier to read. So whatever.

November Air:

Chapter Five: Bohemia:

Johnny couldn't even breathe. He lay, exhausted, in a pool of this girl's blood.

"This is so pathetic." He whispered. He couldn't feel his extremities. There was only one answer.

Jhonen. Jhonen Vasquez was his only tie. The whole thing started with Jhonen. It had to end with Jhonen, too. There was something happening.

He hadn't slept in days. Slowly, he made his way to the first floor. The ground floor. Then to the back of the house, the bed. The dusty, disgusting bed that he never slept in. He pushed the dirty pillow to the floor. And the sheets and blankets, torn and filthy. He flopped on his side. And slept.


"Thanks for letting us stay the night," Jhonen said, giving John and Devina kisses goodbye. Alice gave them hugs.

"Let's go." He said. It was early. Seagulls were circling around. Alice insisted on helping him paddle.

They finally got back to the dock, he helped her out and tied the boat back up, and they headed for his car, holding hands the entire way, her ring sparkling in the morning light.

"Janice is gonna hate me," she said, snickering evilly.

"Yeah. Speaking of Janice..." he said, knowing she'd know what he was referring to.

"I know, I know. Believe me. There's nothing I'd love more than to go home right now and pack and leave for your place, but I can't."

"...Could you find someone to take your place? Like...A homeless guy? Someone? ANYONE? PLEEEAAAASE!" he said, mock-begging.

"Jhonen, please...I could ask my sister. She wants to get out of her ratty apartment. Rent isn't due for three weeks, she could be in tomorrow, and I could leave for your place tonight!" she said, smiling.

He smiled, kissed her, and got honked at by the guy behind them for swerving. The man in the car stuck his head out the window and shook his fist.

"HEY! Hey! You wanna get somebody killed, you fuck!" he screamed.

Alice looked behind her and snickered. "That guy looks pissed."

"Ya think?" Jhonen asked, sarcastically.

"Hehe. We should drive really, really slow just to make him angrier."

"Alice! That's so fucked up!" Jhonen laughed.

"And?"

"No! I'm not gonna...Ok. Ok." He laughed, slowing the car to what seemed like 3 miles per hour.

"HEY!" The man screamed, "You fucker! I'll fucking drive this into the back of your car!"

Jhonen rolled down his window, and yelled, "NICE TO MEET YOU TOO!"

Pushing the gas petal all the way to the floor, he went as fast as he could, going around cars and in between them.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Alice screamed.

"To your sisters. To tell her and show her the apartment."

"Ahhh. Ok. How do you know where she lives?"

"Didn't you once say you had a sister on the west side?"

"Oh, yeah. I'll tell you where to go after this exit."

"Ok."

They went through, around, down streets, in between cars, until they pulled up in front of a house.

"Where are we? This is one of the worst slums I've ever been in...And I've been in some nasty slums."

"This is where I grew up."

"Oooh. Do I get to meet your parents, finally?"

"...It's inevitable. My sister, Sin, lives in the basement. Unless you wanna stay in the car."

"No. I'd love to meet your parents."

She swallowed a ball of anxiety that had been forming in her throat. This wasn't going to be pretty. Her parents weren't the nicest people, and would have only mean things to spout to him.

"Be prepared. My parents are kind of...Mean. Not even mean. Really, really burned out and cruel. They're so warped. Please, don't be offended by anything they say, if they're still alive." She said, her hand going to her mouth as she stared off into space in worry.

He put a hand on her shoulder. "I'll be fine. It's you I'm worried about."

She looked up, "...I'll be ok."

"Then let's get this over with." he said, sounding as confident as he could.

"...Alright."


Johnny tossed, and turned. There were words ringing through his head. To a tune. A song. Something was wrong with him. He had to say the words for some reason. He felt like he'd never wake up if he didn't.

"Late summer evenings, I painted a scene...Of the mountains afar, and the color of..."

He was sweating. There was something wrong. Something...Something.

"SCREAMS!" he yelled, snapping upright.

"Took you long enough." A voice said.

"Who are you?" Johnny hissed. It'd been so long since he'd heard a voice in his head that the thought of having a conversation with a voice almost surprised him. Almost.

"I'm the voice of reason, here."

"The voice of reason?"

"Yes."

"Um...No. I'm good. My voice of reason mysteriously disappeared a long time ago." Nny said out loud.

No more talking.

That makes me suspicious...All the voices that I've had, none of them have been that easy to shut up before.

Looking around, he realized he wasn't some place he recognized. But it was completely dark. Completely. Totally. He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. So he remained still. No use trying to move around if you can't see where you're going.