Sorry Roger was such a jerk in the last chapter. I promise he won't be like that the entire story. And sorry for the long wait! School's been a real drag. Anyway, here's Johnny's chapter!

Johnny

"Where's Roger?" I asked.

Sue sighed before looking up from the cake batter she was mixing before giving me an exasperated glance. "I don't know, Johnny. You've been asking me that for the last hour!"

"I know," I mumbled, "Sue?"

"If you ask me where Roger is I'll staple your mouth shut."

"Do you have any staples?"

Sue paused for a moment. "No."

"Then do you know where Roger is?"

Sue gritted her teeth and glared at me. "Johnny!" she nearly yelled and threw a cake-batter-covered whisk at me.

It missed and hit Reed square in the head as he entered the kitchen.

"Ow," he grumbled, rubbing his head.

"Sorry," Susie apologized, "I was aiming for Johnny."

"Reed, do you know where Roger is?" I asked.

"I can't say I do," Reed answered, returning the whisk to Sue, who continued stirring the batter.

I threw my hands in the air with frustration. "It doesn't take an hour to buy an X-box!" I complained.

"You need to be doused," Ben mused, walking, or rather stomping, into the kitchen.

"Ben's right," Reed said, "You're steaming again."

I forced myself to calm down. If there wasn't a Baxter Building where the hell was I going to play my X-box?

"Maybe we should go look for him," I proposed.

"Who? Pretty boy?" Ben asked.

"No, the boogeyman," I said sarcastically, "Of course Roger!"

"He's not a dog," Reed said, "I'm sure he's fine on his own."

"But…but…" I stammered, "But…but…he's my dog – I mean friend! We have to go find him!"

"You are no leaving this building." Sue said, "So I don't know how you're going to find him."

I scowled and glared at my feet. I finally saw my best friend and then he goes and disappears on me again.

"What did I tell you?" Reed asked, "He ditched you, Johnny. He got what he wanted. Roger hasn't seen you in years. You showed up on the front page of the paper and he magically returns. You gave him a wad of money and told him to get something for you and now he's missing. That sounds pretty suspicious."

"Reed!" Sue whined as I glared at the older man, "How could you even say such a thing?"

"Think about it!" He said, "It makes sense."

"Roger is Roger," I said, "He wouldn't do that."

"He already has,"

Beads of fire shot across my skin and Sue and Ben looked worried about that. In a ball of fury, I threw a ball of flame at Reed and it hit him right in the chest, causing him to fly backwards into the wall.

He fell limply to the ground and got up slowly.

"Calm down, Johnny," he said with an even tone.

"Shut up, Reed!" I snapped, "Don't over analyze anything, you're head might explode! Not that it would be a problem seeing as there's nothing in there but hot air. You say you think things through. You say you're nice. Look at you! Just listen to yourself!"

Scowling, I stormed out of the kitchen and into the elevator. I was going to find Roger whether they wanted me to or not.

The doors banged open at the bottom floor and I rushed out of the Baxter Building, ignoring the stares I was getting.

"Is that him?" A woman whispered behind me.

I heard paper rustling before another feminine voice said, "Yeah, I think it is."

"Excuse me!" I heard yet another female voice say, "Johnny!"

Rolling my eyes, I stopped and turned around. "Yeah?" I questioned, flashing a bright smile.

Three teenaged girls giggled and one stepped forward and said, "Will you sign this for us?"

She pushed a black-and-white picture of me into my hands. "Our friend photoshopped it," she admitted, "She's a huge fan and her birthday's tomorrow."

I smiled again. "Sure. What's her name?"

The girls giggled again and one said a name. I quickly jotted down a quick message and gave it back.

"Thanks!" the chorused before disappearing into the New York crowd.

I nodded and continued on. Soon, I found myself in the Lower East Village. I glanced around nervously, cautious of every person who looked like a drug dealer, which was quite a few.

"You look lost," a man with greasy, long hair, said, "I got the solution to all your problems right here." –he held up a little bag with white powder inside– "All it takes is a little money and all your problems will be gone."

"Um, no thanks," I said, backing away.

"C'mon, just try it," he urged.

Taking a deep breath I glared at him. "I said no," I grumbled and spit at his feet.

"Oh, you'll pay for that!" the man said, and I could see him digging a knife out of his pocket.

Letting out a little yelp, I began to run, the man right on my heels.

I rounded a corner and dove into a place called the Life Café. I hid under one of the tables and watched through the window as the man ran right by.

I was safe…for now.