Johnny woke up as his alarm clock beeped. He shook his head. It was 7:30. Time to wake Squee up. He started to get up when he was pulled up short at a clunk. The drawing pad from last night was on the floor. He picked it up and immediately dropped it. Squee came in and saw Johnny, staring at the drawing pad. Squee walked over and gasped happily.

On the pad was a beautiful drawing of an angel. Long hair flowed down her back and stopped at her knees. Squee knew immediately she was fully-grown, unlike those little fat ones. She had elegant curves and a long neck. Her wings were huge and filled the whole page. She wore an elegant, backless dress. Squee bent over and picked it up. (Wow! I never thought Johnny could draw something so pretty!) Johnny took the picture and ripped it out of the pad. He put it on his dresser. Johnny glanced at the calendar. It was Monday and the last day of school for Squee. He turned around and raised an eyebrow. Squee still stood there looking at him. "Squee, what are you doing? It's Monday. Go and get ready for school." Squee immediately brightened and ran out singing, "It's the last day of school! No more school and books! Did you hear that Shmee? TODAY'S THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!"

Johnny smiled. He looked at the picture and frowned; for some reason, he wanted to rip it up, but then again, he didn't. "Too many emotions at the same time will make you explode, Johnny."

Johnny sighed and said, "Shut up, Meat."

"Why should I?"

"Because I said please."

"When did you say that?"

"IT WAS IMPLYED!!" Meat didn't answer. Johnny heard Squee skip into the kitchen and pour a bowl of cereal. Johnny walked to the door and grabbed his boots and keys off a crate. He padded to the kitchen and plopped on the floor, pulling his steel toe boots on. Squee finished his cereal and grabbed his bag. (There was a daily ritual in the house: wake up, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, get your bag, go to school, come home, do your homework, pack your bag for the next day, shake down Johnny for lunch money for the next day and then play until 8 or 9.) Squee hopped in the car and Johnny followed. He noticed the grass was a beautiful green and the sky was a clear blue. Birds were even singing. Johnny sat in the car and started driving to the school. "Squee?"

"Yeah, Nny?"

"Today I'm going to be at Devi's home, so call me on my cell, okay?"

"Okay! But, why are you going to Auntie Devi's house?" (AN: Isn't that cute? Squee calls Devi Auntie! Maybe because she cares about him to? I don't know. My )fingers type what they want. I have no control!

"Because there's something I want to borrow."

"Okay!"

"I might not be able to pick you up, so either walk or ask Pepito for a ride, just call first, okay?"

"Okay!"

The little gray car pulled up in front of the school. Squee hopped out and was met by his friend Pepito, the antichrist. His mom smiled at Johnny and walked over to the divers door. "Good to see you again!" Johnny replied "Likewise. Oh, I might not be able to pick up Sq-Todd today, so when he calls, can you hang around a bit cause I don't like the idea of him walking home."

The woman smiled. "Of course! I gladly will! But…no offense, but why?"

Johnny glanced at Squee and Pepito who were watching. "I'm going to see a friend to borrow some of her art supplies. I haven't painted in a while so…"

"Ah! I see! Well don't worry about a thing, sweetie!" She smiled and went back to her car. She drove off and Johnny waved at Squee and followed suit.

Johnny drove home and immediately jumped into the shower. Red blotches formed instantly on his skin as soon as he hit the burning water. He scrubbed with soap as hard as possible and shampooed his dark blue hair. He scrubbed as if it was vital that he would die if he didn't get clean. He wondered why he didn't get chills down his spine when he thought of Devi. Maybe he stopped feeling for her. Possibly not. Then he wondered where Meat was. He hadn't said anything in a while.

Johnny got out and scrubbed himself dry. He wrapped himself in a towel and went to his room to change. He pulled on a shirt that had the infamous "Z?" and (duh) black pants. He pulled on his boots and grabbed his keys. He made sure he had his cell and, after a thought, folded the angel picture and slipped it into his pocket. Johnny walked out of the house and walked down the street. He paused at them 24/7 for a cherry brain-freezy and kept going a little bloodier than when he went in.

Finally, he was outside. Then he was outside her apartment door. He knocked, praying she was home. The door opened. A tall African American girl holding a skeleton squeak toy was there. Johnny groaned inwardly. It's Devi's friend, Tenna.

She screamed. "OMFG! It's YOU! The guy who tried to kill Devi! She's not afraid anymore."

"Good! Can I see her?"

"SURE! Devi, Johnny's here."

Devi came out of a room in the back. "What do you want?"

"Hello to you to."

"What do you want?"

"To borrow art supplies."

"Why?"

Johnny pulled out the angel. "I drew this last night and I want to paint it."

Devi took it, and gasped. "Its beautiful! Wait a minute. You, Johnny C. , mass murder, drew this?"

"Gotta problem with it?"

"A little."

"Can I borrow the art supplies, or not? Because I can go…."

"No! NO! Uh-um…Here." Devi set up easel and canvas. "Here!"

Johnny pulled of his jacket and sat on the stool in front of the canvas. His hand automatically reached out to the black, purple and white. He filled out his palate with those and blue as well as red and peach. He dipped a small-tipped brush dipped into the peach and put it to the canvas. Suddenly, he felt tired. His eyes slowly closed as his arm started to move.