Everything was blurry, images were swimming through my mind but I couldn’t make sense of any of them. Johnny’s face came in and out of vision, which was soooooo annoying. Like, even when I’m unconscious his stupid face won’t leave me alone. I mentally sigh, I’ve got it bad, and the worst part being that he will never -in a million years- feel the same way about me.
“WAKE UP!”
I sat bolt upright, I was in my room, on my bed, in my undies.
“What the hell!” I yell in surprise.
Then Johnny’s laughter filled the room, I look up to find him standing over my bed wearing a red shirt, black leather jacket and thigh hugging ripped jeans. He looks downright gorgeous I almost drooled. He held a drink in his hand and was smiling his million dollar smile. God have mercy on me, I think I’m gonna swoon again!
Then my brain clicked into high gear and I notice his looking down at me intensely, because my duvet has pooled around my hip so my bra was stark in the open and a bit of my pant was showing. I scramble to cover myself, “What the bloody hell are you doing in my room!”
He laughs a bit and grins, takes his drink to his mouth and drinks deeply, his dark eyes never leaving me.
“Better question, where are my clothes!?”
Johnny points to a corner of my room where the tattered remains of my clothes lay.
I was scared to ask my next question.
“w…w-who took off my clothes for me?”
Johnny Storm’s face spilt into two halves, his smile basically dividing his face in two. He uses his power to make devil horns on his head out of fire. And I throw my head under my blanket and hide my whole form.
“Why are you embarrassed!? You really have nothing worth hiding…” he says boldly.
BOOM
“Are you kidding me!? You did not just say that!” I jump out of the covers and I stand in front of him nose to nose, screw decency! “You wish you had a girlfriend with this kind of great bod”
“Look Vick…your body’s okay. But it’s no Victoria Secret model…or Hallie Berry for that matter” he looked at me quizzically and I instantly cringe.
“You pervert stop looking at me!” I quickly run over to my walk-in-closet and bang the door behind me. I look at the full length mirror behind the door, I have an amazing body! Skinny but still round in the right areas, my skin tone is in between pale caramel and sunset-golden. And my boobs are to die for! Screw Johnny Strom! He doesn’t know what his talking about! “And there is a lot worth hiding! Might I add!”
“Which is what!? Your toothpick thighs or your humongous granny panties?” and his stream of laughter could be heard clearly throw the doors.
Believe it or not I almost cried, I may have low self-esteem but I know when I’m beautiful. Just because the jerk doesn’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not evident. But I have to admit I do love wearing granny panties, and the meat on my laps are a bit thin…but I am beautiful!
“You know what Johnny?” I pull a red top over my head and pull on midnight pull jeans. I literally tie my hair into a knot and storm out the closet to face a Storm.
He was still standing were I left him, drink in hand, sexy grin on lips. “By all means, tell me what”
“F**K YOU!” I stomp over to the door ready to physically throw him out. “I don’t care how you see me, you ugly ass pedophile”
He stood his ground, “Is that why you’re dressed like me?”
I look down! Shit!
“My pants are midnight blue!” he just smirks in reply. I open the door and stand aside arms swung out.
He still doesn’t move, Dear God! Stop me before I commit murder! I don’t get angry easily, but…this man pushes so many of my buttons.
“Why are you still here” I say through clenched teeth.
“Because I’m finding it adorable how hard you’re trying to pretend not to be crazy over me”
BOOM2
“Oh that’s it” I say calmly. I leave the door open, walk as casually as I could around Mr. Obnoxious over to my bed. I turn around and look at him square in the eyes, I close my eyes briefly and then shoot out a fist shaped block of ice that rams right into his smug face and sends him flying out the door.
I slam the door in his face…but not before I grin down at Johnny’s crippled form lying on the floor.
I walk back into the room feeling a little better about myself, when,
“You’ll regret that!”
“JOHNNY!” Susan’s voice yells from down the hall. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN HER ROOM WHEN SHE WAS OUT COLD?”
“Calm down Sue, I didn’t touch her! Jeez!” he sounded irritated. Good!
“Then what, may I ask, were you doing!?” Susan’s skeptic voice replied.
“I wasn’t the one who gave her a concussion! That’s for sure!” Johnny yells back.
I block out their argument after that, their always arguing, and nothing new there. And right now I need to solve a problem…a big problem that just split into two.
a) I need to GET OUT of his building,
and b) I need to –more than anything– get over Johnny Storm.
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Hey You Guys!
So I’ll try to be updating more often since I’m on break. At least once every 2-4 days, and I mean that for ALL of my books.
Just one thing I need to ask before I go:
Did I make Vick too into Johnny?
Is Susan too bossy?
And what the hell happened to Fifi? (Personally I think she’s a hooker ;p)
Okay, that’s more than one question, sorry *blush*
More soon! Stay frosty!
-It’s Ya Gal Vicky!
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