I noticed that no-one is reading this fic nemore… so erm I decided that im just posting this now, for my own personal amusement, so the stories gonna go a little crazy!
So for those who still do read it, I hope you like my craziness…
What in the hell is wrong with me?
I can see Johnny on the couch again, doing the same thing he was doing when I found him here last time. Lazily watching T.V and eating chips. I'm nervous, so nervous in fact that I can almost feel myself shaking. I'm feeling like this, because I fear how much I with strand of Johnny's own game. Because Johnny's been known in the past to be the master of chicken……That's if it turns out like that however, because as Enrique said, Johnny doesn't know that I know that they know…..i think that right…..ANYWAY……. hear I go…… Now……:stands still:…..now…..:still:……on 3……1……2………:pauses:…….2.5……..2 and ¾ ……………..:sighs:………..3……..
I walk out slowly. Unlike last time, Johnny hears me coming, and his disposition becomes nervous. This makes me slightly more confident, however some of the nerves still remain, I hope I'm not giving off the same expression….. Because that certainly wouldn't help my plight.
"Well, hello Jonathan" I say 'seductively' and sit next to Johnny and give him my best lusty 'I-want-to-jump-you' look, which I corse learnt from Enrique, he uses that look a lot!
"Oliver" He greets politely and gives me a similar look, only his seeming to be a little less confident. Bwaha! Poor Johnny isn't quite as good'er' actor as me. However I am shocked when he takes the initiative to move closer to me, so close in-fact that the only thing separating us is our clothes. I shudder unintentionally. I try not to let any shock show, because even though I expected some sort of come-on from him, he still catches me off guard…… Johnny and I have neer been, what you'd call close….. In-fact in the past, the closest I'd been to Johnny was this one time when he were 9. I was talking to Enrique about…..probably beyblading, at the time, and Johnny was running up behind Enrique to tackle him. Johnny and Enrique had been fighting all week and were having a competition at the same time to see who could give the other the most bruises. ANYWAY, I got kind of distracted from the conversation by the knew tripy-multi coloured glass we'd had put in on the kitchen window. So just as Johnny was getting a run up for the tackle, and as many may know, Johnny is not good at keeping quiet, so Enrique dodged him and Johnny ended up tackling me instead, I was to preoccupied by the glass to see him coming. Well that is until I hit the ground with a thud. Enrique laughed hysterically, as Johnny scrambled to his feat un-elegantly and I hastily tried to wipe the dirt off my new pants…….So that's the story…..errrmmmm I guess back to the moment at hand.
I had to come up with a come-back….i need to beat Johnny. Thinking only briefly, as Johnny is searching for any kind of weakness in my eyes, I refuse to show him any. I reach down discreetly and place a hand on his upper thigh and squeeze. He's so shocked he squeaks in surprise.
"Don't be nervous Johnny, just think of this as a step forward in our relationship….." I say suggestively rubbing my hand along his thigh. I want to laugh so hard when I feel him shudder, the nausea that I fel briefly leaving me as I think of how much this simple movement is getting to him. Man this is so much more fun than I would have ever comprehended! I should have though to torture Johnny like this earlier! Torture is fun! That is when I'm not on the receiving end…..Coz, when that happens, it's bad.
Johnny seems really nervous now I think he now thinks that Robert was wrong….. Bwahaha….. He's so close to cracking right now! Yay for me……
Right on cue, there is a ringing of the phone in the background, Johnny shoots up so quick.
"I'd better get that" He stutters out, before head off the get the phone in the kitchen……Now, why would he get it in there when there's a portable phone sitting right there on the coffee table? Curious-er and curious-er. Bwahahahahahahaha Johnny's scared of me, li'l ol' me….. I almost feel sorry for the livid scott….Actually, no I don't…..BURN JOHNNY! BUUURRRRRNNNNN!
Ok, I recon that I'm on a role….. So even though Johnny as managed to escape my evil clutches, I think that I should continue on my mission to make Johnny quiver in fear….oh wait my mission was payback, right…. My bad got a little caught up in the moment….. ok, lets get going….
I'm heading down the corridor to Johnny's room, where I'm assuming young Johnny has made his way off too.
However in my quest for vengeance I am stopped, rather harshly might I add…and tugged viciously in to a room, Enrique's room….by a very exhausted looking Enrique…he is huffing and puffing to catch his breath…he sow unfit, it wouldn't surprise me if all he did to get like this is run up the corridor…. However, I do have a very long corridor so maybe lets change that…. All he had to do was run around his bed….but it is a big bed…wait wait, enough of that…I think you get the idea… Ok….
Enrique tries to talk, but doesn't succeed, and needs to gasp for air once more…..He finally gains enough air in his lungs to speak.
"I overheard Johnny and Robert speaching…..and they know" I look slightly confuse, but smile at the fact that he was spying…. :giggles: …. Enrique spying, now that would be a sight to see
"What do they know?"
I ask despite my sidetracked-ness….. SO not a word…
"They
know that we know that they know that we know …..ermm…wait….they
know that we…" I hold my hand up to stop him from saying anymore.
"I get the point Enrique. Why are you so tiered? Did they almost catch you and you had to run?" He shakes his head.
"Nah, I've been bouncing on my bed for 10 minutes straight" Well that was anti-climactic….He looks back at his bed, and I follow his eyes…his bed is messy… VERY messy…I hope he intends of fixing that, coz I cant just have messy beds in this house….it just doesn't happen! I try to ignore the mess so that I can go and finish my mission with Johnny…..
"Ok, well I'm going to go and finish what I started before, that is before Johnny made a daring escape" I mumble the last part to myself.
"Hold you own out
there" He says with enough serious-ness to make me believe that I
was on a life or death mission. Which I'm not. :looks around
suspiciously: Or am i…..
I turn to leave. But there's one
thing just plaguing my mind, that I simply must settle now. I turn to
Enrique.
"Enrique, fix your bed!"
Ok…..breathing in I calm myself…..breathing out I smile……Johnny's door suddenly seems a whole lot scarier…. Ok…calm down, he's not going to bite me….or will he….. he might just bite me. Oh my,
Way to scare yourself, Oliver!….Ok just don't think about it. I knock on the door… there's a mumbled answer, that almost sounds like what.
"It's me, mind if I come in?" I hear a squeaky yes. And I push the door open slowly. Johnny's sitting on his bed, nothing in his hands, no music on, no T.V on….nothing. Just sitting there. I close the door mostly, leaving it slightly ajar just in case I need to make a quick exit. Which at this point, I'm assuming is highly likely.
I sit on his bed next to him, and try to remain calm and collected, but the tension is eating up all possibilities of keeping the composure. He staring at his hands, his hands are in his lap, playing idly with a lose thread on his glove. This innocent action catches my attention and for a moment I can't pull my eyes away from it. What is wrong with me…..What is wrong with Johnny, I've never seen him look so…so…vulnerable. I smile inwardly. It's definitely a nice change from the norm. I actually quite like him…it…I quite like it!
I mentally slap myself
for having that thoughts….i don't like Johnny! I don't think
he's is innocent…and I certainly don't fin him attractive….hold
on, I never said that….AHHHHHH
I'm snapped out of my thoughts,
when his hands stop moving and I look up at his face, he looking
directly at me, with an expression I couldn't possibly de-code.
His eyes feel like they're tearing right into me, like he's trying to read my thoughts. It's kinda creepy. But I can't stop looking right back at them. Mesmerizing orbs of violet….What the hell is wrong with me?
Is this pity I'm feeling for the vulnerable wreck in front of me, or maybe guilt…. I couldn't be anything else…..could it?
I mean I couldn't possible like Johnny could I? I mean he's loud, annoying and obnoxious. Not innocent, vulnerable and attractive!
The thought comes to me, that I'm supposed to be seeking my evil, evil revenge…..and all I want to do is hug him…. Did I say hug….i meant to say jump him….shit! I have Enrique! I DON'T want Johnny! He's fucking with my fucking head, that fucking fucker!
He looks away from me, and back down to that thread on his gloves, probably deciding weather or not to pull it off…… I once again follow his gaze, unintentionally.
"What do you want Oliver?" He asks quietly, in fact it was so quiet that I would almost have considered it a whisper. I don't quite know how to answer his question. With a lie or the truth. I just stare blankly at him at his movements, Johnny seems oblivious to my staring though, continuing with his movements and not looks up at me.
"Um, well…..i came here to…..err…." I stop as he looks up at me once again. At my stuttering speech, Johnny looks up and meets my eyes once more, waiting for me to continue, however I don't. Once again silence over comes us. There seems to have been a lot of that so far.
I have an erg, an erg that I don't want to give into. Because if I did I would be betraying Enrique and myself. And I don't want that do. Enrique means so much to me, if I was to lose him again, I don't know what I'd do?
Despite this, I can feel Johnny's presence so close to me. His body so close to mine now that I can feel his shallow breathing beating against me, and I can feel the upper half of my body getting closer to him to as far as I can tell Johnny is doing them same.
Inch by inch, the already small space between us closes until our faces are so close that his breath tickles my lips and a mere second later our lips are touching.
My mind blacks up completely, I don't know what to do or think.
My mind is made up for me when two identical gasps are heard from the door.
Okies so that's that!
More coming, the next chapter is ready to go up when I can be bothered posting it… so soon!
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