(By request, I did a continuation of the Pinky/Johnny one. It definitely wasn't because I think they're adorable or anything. Pfft, of course not...)


He's going to be late, she thought on her way to the crab shack. He thinks just because he's bad he can be late? If he shows up even a minute late, I swear...

As she pushed the doors open, she found him already seated. She checked her watch. He was ten minutes early.

His gaze fell on her. He leaned back in his chair.

"Hello. Welcome. Table for one?" an incredibly bored teen greeted.

"No, actually. I'm meeting with someone over there," Pinky replied, gesturing toward Johnny. The teen looked back at Johnny and sighed.

"Alright. Whatever."

She strutted her way back to the booth, taking a seat.

"So... you showed up?" Pinky mumbled.

"Of course I did. You think I'd just cancel like that?"

"Well, no. I just figured someone of your class wouldn't bother to arrive," she responded, almost literally turning her nose up.

His eyes dulled. That was never a good sign.

"Someone of my class? I'm surprised someone like you would bother putting themselves up on a pedestal if you're just gonna fall off it."

"Excuse you? The Gauthier empire can never fall! We own much of the Western part of this country!" she shot back.

Johnny sighed, crossing his arms. "Look, let's just do the work and we can part ways, alright?"

"Fine!"

But was it really fine? Was it alright? No. Her palms were sweating under the table. Her face was warm. Her eyes flicked up to his face every few seconds to see if he was looking at her. She was in over her head with him.

They each read the section. Pinky nibbled on some fries, but Johnny just sipped some water and took a few notes in the margin of his book. It was almost completely silent between the two of them.

After the reading, they began working on the questions. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw Johnny's eyes set on her face. She bit down on her lower lip. This was it. He was giving her attention.

A few more questions into the packet, Pinky became ultimately confused. She looked in the book and searched her mind, but she could not for the life of her find the answer.

"Johnny..."

He looked up, making a noise of surprise.

"Do you know the answer for number 8? This book doesn't have any answers for it," she grumbled, fixing her posture.

"Uh, yeah. It's on page 182. Look at the second paragraph."

She couldn't find it, but she couldn't admit defeat.

"Right. See, I thought that was it, but I wasn't completely sure," she lied, really looking for the answer.

"Okay, well," Johnny leaned back and smirked, "if you know it, why ain't you writing it?"

"You can't just slap down answers left and right! You answer it properly, and that is what I intend to do."

"Alright, well what's your, uh, thought process?"

"You... find the answer and think of a purposeful way to write it," she replied, internally begging him not to ask what the answer was.

"No, I mean what you got so far for this 'perfect answer', huh?"

"It's... um..."

Johnny chuckled and it knocked the breath out of Pinky. How could someone's laugh be so endearing?

"Listen, princess, just copy down what I have. You can edit it or whatever later. I gotta be somewhere in twenty minutes," he announced, spinning his paper toward her.

She copied it down, shoving his paper away as soon as she was done.

"Thank you, but that wasn't necessary."

"Whatever you say."

A few questions later, Johnny began packing up. Pinky packed up as well. Johnny raised an eyebrow.

"Where are you goin'?"

"Daddy's throwing a party tonight. I have to look even more beautiful than I do now," she explained. The party wasn't until much later, but she at least wanted to walk out with him.

He shrugged. "Alright, wherever you gotta go, you go, I guess."

Normally, Pinky would be disgusted by such awful grammar and phrasing, but when Johnny did it, well... It was tolerable.

They left together, and Johnny shut the door.

"Hey, I appreciate you helping me," Johnny stated when they were outside.

"I didn't help you," Pinky blurted. She made a mental note to control her tongue around Johnny.

He smirked and grabbed her hand. He rose it to his lips and pressed them firmly.

"Nah," he replied, letting go of her hand carefully. "See you tomorrow."

With that, he walked away, leaving Pinky blushing like mad and frozen in place.