And back to Johnny/Blackfire.
Argh, I shouldn't like that crack shipping so much. I really, really shouldn't.
WARNING: Lots of violence, could be taken as abusive.
Angel winced as she heard something else shattering, most likely a lamp. "Ouch... I really hope that those two don't hurt each other." She said. "I wonder if marital fights count as breaking rule four..." Private Hive joked nervously. Shimmer shot a glare at him, but decided not to slap him.
Most of the HIVE boarding had retreated to the living room, other than Red X (he wanted to get the dirty details).
Blackfire and Johnny were having a very severe argument. On a level of one to ten? Twelve.
Blackfire finally stormed out, yelling something about Johnny being a stubborn asshole. Johnny yelled something equally insulting and he stomped to the gym.
Gizmo peeked out of his hiding spot from under the couch (When that little dude was scared, he could fit anywhere). "Is it over?" He asked nervously. Angel nodded and said, "Yeah. Blackfire left. Johnny's probably slaughtering a punching bag in the gym." Gizmo crawled out and said, "That was scary."
Everyone nodded. "Agreed, little dude. Man, never knew Johnny could lose it that much." Punk mumbled. "What... what should we do?" Shimmer asked, biting her lip. Punk thought for a minute. "Leave them alone until they cool down. Then try to find out what happened." "Or you could ask me."
Red X teleported in, and he was as tense as everyone else in the room. "I'm not sure what the whole thing was about, but I can tell you one thing." Everyone waited silently.
"They didn't mean what they said."
Punk raised his eyebrows. "And, you guessed this, how?" Red X rolled his eyes. "Just a really good gut feeling." He began walking out. "I have a date to go to. In my words: Lets stay out of it. That means you, Cheshire." "Do I look crazy enough to mess with an alien warrior?" Cheshire demanded. "Good point."
Blackfire began cleaning up her room. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Even Galfore knew she had a wicked temper when she took the mind to it.
That was the issue with her and Johnny: They both had fiery tempers, and neither liked backing down. Normally, this was very... fortunate for the both. But when they fought, it got nasty.
This had been their second fight: One which happened a week after the 'gym' incident, and then this one.
Blackfire heard the door open. Kitten. "He... didn't hurt you, did he?" She asked. "I'm fine. We didn't hit each other... just the breakable objects." Blackfire said, picking up the remains of a lamp and dumping it in the trash can. "I can see that... damn." Kitten looked at the several holes in the walls. "Trust me. Johnny doesn't hit me. Unlike your ex." Kitten scowled, but left and came back with a broom.
Blackfire raised her eyebrows. "You need help." Kitten said, sweeping up the various debris. Blackfire smiled. "Thanks, Kitten."
"Johnny, you've been in here for five f***ing hours. Take a damn break."
Johnny looked up, gasping for air despite not needing to. It was Punk. "That long?" He said. "Yeah. How many punching bags have you killed?" "Twenty." "That few?"
Johnny grinned at his friend. "Funny." Johnny left the punching bag and for the first time since he entered the gym, he felt absolutely exhausted. He sat down weakly on a bench. Punk sat beside him. "You okay?" "Better than I was a couple hours ago. Still feel like shit."
The two sat there for a while. "Johnny. You... you going to be alright?" Punk said. "I will be." Johnny walked out of the gym.
Johnny punched the wall in his room, leaving a fist sized hole. Only one girl was on his mind.
Blackfire.
The tension had been boiling over ever since that night they watched the moon come up. That their relationship could actually lead somewhere.
Johnny decided just to ignore those feelings and continue on with just staying physical.
Blackfire, on the other hand...
It was really, really hard lying to her. That they didn't feel anything for each other, when it was becoming obvious that the two had clicked.
Johnny looked at his side table, which was cluttered with magazines, cigarettes... and a picture. Johnny loved attention, and cameras happened to make him look okay. Blackfire positively loathed cameras and few pictures of her were when she was sober.
The picture had Blackfire and him. Blackfire was not drunk, and in the process of rolling her eyes and trying to hide the fact she was laughing. Johnny had his arm slung over her shoulders and was kissing her neck.
Johnny picked it up and couldn't help but smile. "I should apologize, huh?" He said aloud. He scowled at that. He hated saying that he was sorry. But he had screwed up...
It was the next morning. Blackfire had refused to let herself cry. Instead, she had just stayed up, staring at (What she considered) to be a revolting picture of her and Johnny. It was the same one that Johnny had on his side table.
Argh... didn't she tell herself at the beginning of all this it would be sex and sex alone?
Seriously, she was now majorly pissed off at herself. She started this whole mess.
Should she apologize and not bring it up again?
That sounds good.
Blackfire glanced at the clock. Eight AM... would he be pissed off if she woke him up? Definitely.
Blackfire got up and headed to her door. "If he isn't awake yet, I won't talk to him. Simple." She opened her door... and saw Johnny with a hand upraised, ready to knock.
Both stood in silence for what seemed like ages. "Uh... hi." Blackfire said. Smooth. Real smooth.
Johnny swallowed nervously. "Could... could I come in?" He asked. "I promise I won't punch the walls." He added. Blackfire smiled. "Alright."
The two sat down on Blackfire's bed. "I think this is the part where I am supposed to apologize." Johnny said.
Blackfire bit her lip. "I believe I have to apologize as well. I didn't mean to put you in that... position." "Komand'r?" Blackfire turned to look at Johnny. "Yes- hmm!" 'Hmm' is the noise is made when someone kisses you on the lips. Suddenly.
Johnny pulled away, and Blackfire was blushing. And smiling. "So... where will our relationship go now?" She asked. "Honestly, not a damn clue. But I'm along for the ride." Johnny said, shrugging.
Blackfire smiled and they hugged.
Argh, I'm a sappy person. But that's why you guys read. I think. Hmm, what would be a good name smash for Johnny Rancid and Blackfire... I'll think of that later.
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