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

Anybody Want Hot Choco?

I run my finger through my hair, fighting back the frustration.

This was a great opportunity, we got a gig!

How cool is that? A really big event in New York, and we were the opening and closing band!

I couldn’t help my smile. Susan had argued against it, Ben was ecstatic for us, even Reed offered congratulations. Only Johnny didn’t say anything, he just nodded at the news and walked off. It left chills.

I unconsciously put my hand over my heart, it felt tight-constricting-every time I thought of the gorgeous bleach blond man. It was hard but I managed to avoid him even though we practically slept 5 feet apart.

Hmmm, sleeping Johnny…

I snap the rubber band on my wrist. It stung but it got the job done. Every time I thought of him in a sexual manner I snapped the rubber band I’d put on my wrist the morning after my night with Tony. Thinking of Johnny had become as constant as breathing to me, and that wasn’t acceptable.

He maybe gorgeous, sexy, athletic, funny, loving, carefree, protective, possessive, charming, dangerous, enticing, attractive, alluring, arousing……

Snap!

“Ow!” I squeal, damn! That one hurt!

“Thinking of him again?” Sara and David asked in unison.

I clamp down on my lips, pushing them into my mouth. I didn’t want to admit it to them, they knew the struggle I was going through and I loved them for their patience.

“We need some brain food” I say, both as a distraction for me and them.

“You’re making fish?” Sara asked.

“No,” I laugh, “Hot chocolate!”

“Horray!” David jumped.

“Isn’t that more like sleeping food?” Sara said, “It’s not even food it’s a drink”

David shoved her.

“Yes. Chocolate. Please.” David said with an excited grin on his face.

He loved my hot choco.

“I’ll be back in a flash” I smile at them. It was only half forced.

And I walk out of the room.

I wore baggy grey-green pants and a tank top, so you can assume I was getting all the air I needed. I pushed my hair back and packed it up into a loose ponytail. I closed the door behind me before I realized that Johnny was standing opposite me, staring at me.

I froze.

He was standing there.

In torn blue jeans.

Shirtless.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

I don’t talk, I don’t wave.

I bolt down the corridor to the kitchen, and don’t look back.

The house was relatively empty (can I even call it a house? Apartment? Penthouse? Heck, I’m calling it a house. It’s four stories high!)

Susan had gone to hang with some friends-c’mon guys, she has friends- Ben had gone out with Alicia and Reed was giving a lecture on ‘Unstable Molecules’ at the University.

I’d thought Johnny had gone out, I assumed as much, I hoped as much!

But knowing his here with no one else in the house but my buddies made me relatively edgy.