WOOT! HERE'S CHAPTER 2! Just to say, I'm uploading all these from dA so that's why I'm not waiting for Reviews yet. ENJOY!
Johnny couldn't believe what he was seeing. Could his eyes be deceiving him? The pale man stepped into the lift along with the cyborg, and they went up to the galley. Johnny was then stripped of his clothing, besides his briefs, and shoved to a shower. Johnny was now blushing, the redness of his cheeks matched the color of a Red Delicious Apple. While Massacre was showering, the cyborg (or Cybitch as Johnny likes to call her) washed his clothes. Johnny could hear footsteps come toward where he was. His face reddened as the footsteps became louder. Johnny rushed his shower and quickly wrapped a clean white towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower. Only to see the bassist, Murdoc, waiting for Johnny.
"Oi, are you finished," grumbled the musician, "I need to know more about yer stupid reputation." Johnny grit his teeth but said nothing in reply. Murdoc then snapped, "Go to the study when yer done." With that said, the Niccals man left. Johnny frowned and waited for the Cyborg to come back with his clothes. He dried his hair and body, then the Cyborg arrived.
Johnny was walking to the study. His hair now greased and fixed up, his clothes now dry and clean, his boots not full of sand, and his face cleaned up. Johnny cracked the doors to the study and saw Murdoc and Kurt arguing. The bassist growled, "Why can't you just get yer mind off yer pants and just relax for a minute, you sod!" Kurt snarled back, "I wasn't even thinking of it!" Johnny the closed the door. He then kicked the door open. Making both Kurt and Murdoc silent. Massacre then walked in and plopped down in a chair and calmly said, "Did you need to see me?" Murdoc slumped back in his chair and hissed, "Yeah. Tell me about yerself." Johnny looked at both men with a straight face. He sighed and began telling his story.
"You know my name already. I'm from New York City, New York." Murdoc interrupted with a murmur, "Another American?" Johnny then death-glared the bassist with his blue eyes. "Yes, I'm an American-British bastard raised by a horrible father and is the leader of a famous band. Anymore questions, smart-ass?" Kurt couldn't help but grin at this. Not only did Murdoc just get burned badly by a guy younger than him, but that the guy has a mouth on him too. Murdoc grumbled and kept listening to Johnny speak. Johnny then continued, "I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters. Drake, the oldest, Chris, Trisha, and Patria, the youngest." Kurt then interrupted, "What the youngest age?" Johnny didn't look at Kurt but replied, "20. Trisha and Patria were born the same year. They're 5 months apart." Kurt grunted in reply. Johnny, again, continued, "I have no idea who my mom is and I was raised by my horrible asshole father. I never really liked my childhood at all, and I just pay attention to what's in front of me and what's to come." Murdoc was slightly impressed then asked, "Now tell me. Are you a straight or a gay like Stretch?" Kurt glared at Murdoc then looked back at Johnny.
Johnny gulped and looked at the ground. He then mumbled, "I'm a Bi." Murdoc then teased, "Whaaaatt? I can't hear you! Say again!" Johnny said a little louder, "I'm a Bi." "WHAAATT? A LITTLE LOUDA' PLEASE!" Murdoc then shouted. Johnny was tired of Murdoc's game and stood up from his chair and shouted, "I'M A BI, YOU STUPID CUNT! MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET YOUR EARS CLEANED! I AM A BI-SEXUAL!" Realizing what he just did, Johnny covered his mouth and his face reddened in shame.
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