I Am The Fifth Member Of The Fantastic Four (Soft Core Completed)

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Johnny cringed at my statement and quickly walks out the room.

“No wait! I didn’t-” too late, Johnny was gone.

“Looks like someone is having romantic troubles” David said with his eyes still closed.

I make to punch his shoulder, which he anticipated and blocked. So I kicked his shin instead.

“Ou!” he cries.

I snicker at him as he crumbles to the floor. Then I walked to my closet to change. Due to the amount of people who come to my room (most especially the guys) my closet has now become a walk-in closet where I mostly change because the guys in my room won’t leave long enough to let me change.

I throw on a lose top, pull on some skinny jeans and walk out barefoot.

David was still rubbing his leg and glared up at me.

“I’m still a better guitarist”

I walk over to him and twist his ear.

“Ow! Why!?” he cries in pain.

I stick my tongue out at him.

My hair was still damp and I was too lazy to look for a blow-dryer.

I had an idea.

I go to my door and scream out, “Johnny! I need your help! Come quickly!!”

I had to give the man some props. He comes flying into my room with a trail of fire behind him.

“What!? What’s going on, where’s the emergency?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yeah” David came and stood next to me, “Where the emergency?”

I briefly glare at him.

“I need you help with something” I smile sweetly at Johnny.

“What?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah, what?” David also asked.

“My hair is wet and I can’t find the dryer.” I turn around to show Johnny my hair. “Think you can help a girl out?” I turn back with my most winning smile.

“Uhm,” David interrupted, “Isn’t the blow dryer over-”

I jabbed him really hard in the rib.

He grabs his body and crumbles to the floor in pain, “Arg!”

I giggle at him, then looked up at Johnny who was looking at me like I was mad.

“We love to torment each other” I explained.

Johnny nods slightly in comprehension.

“So what do you want me to do about your wet hair?” he asked his voice deeper than usual.

“Use your flames to dry my hair” I said, pointing at his hands.

Johnny’s eyes pop open.

“Urh, sorry but-”

“Please!” I beg before he could finish declining. “If my hair stays wet I could get sick”

I knew Johnny wanted to help me, otherwise he’d have just looked for a blow dryer for me. He wants to do this.

“Alright fine” he caves in.

“Yippee!” I clap my hands and jump up and down excitedly.

I push David, whom was kneeling on the floor, out of the way and run to my bed. I pat the space next to me and Johnny walks over and sits.