Rm 217, Tuesday after classes

[fantastic_torch]

To say that radio hadn't bothered him, was an understatement. It had really pissed him off to know that Savannah had blabbered her mouth to practically everyone. Might as well have considering who all knew now.

Whatever, he went to her karaoke class anyway and watched her perform. After that he took off. He didn't bother to go to her cheerleading practice like he normally would have. Instead he came back to the dorms, took a shower, halfway dressed, and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge.

Parking his butt in a chair, he turned on the TV and started flipping through channels.

[Door is open, as is the post. ETA: Savannah & Johnny's convo is NFB. Anyone that comes visiting or to kick his ass, does so after Savannah's already come and gone.]

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[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny rawwwr'ed growled low, "Asswip--Ooof!" Down he went, sprawling and flailing for something to grab or latch onto on his way. Sadly, there was just wall.

"My ankle?" he muttered, scrambling sideways and lashing out with a kick aimed towards Anders ribcage.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

It was Anders's turn to rawwwr go 'oof' as the kick connected, but he made a second grab at Johnny's ankle.

"Don't frakkin' shelter her like that," he gritted out. Yes. This coming from one half of the Overprotective Duo. That was rich.

"Asshole."

Because that added such weight to the argument.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Retard!" he said and yanked his leg, hard, trying to dislodge Anders hold.

What the hell kind of fight was this? Johnny didn't want to freaking wrastle. Er, wrestle.

His bad.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Please. Johnny was totally just afraid of rolling around on the ground with another guy, wasn't he?

His ribs hurt like hell, but Anders let go, scrambled to his knees and tried to go for the not-so-much-with-the-flying tackle.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

What? Pfft. Johnny could roll around on the floor with another guy and totally be cool about it. He's just like that. Come on!

Johnny saw it coming and braced himself for it as best he could. Wanna know how he did that? He wrapped his arms around Anders' torso and squeezed as he was tackled backwards, hitting the floor with a solid thunk.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. Like Anders was going to believe that. He flailed a punch at Johnny's head, a little difficult to do when breathing was tricky.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

But it connected and it was hard enough that Johnny's head jerked with the impact. "Goddammit!" Scrambling, he tried twisting his body while holding tight to Anders, trying to get the other boy beneath him bow chicka bow bow.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, not expecting that, did in fact find himself on the bottom which was not at all unfamiliar to him. "Son of a bitch!" he complained, trying to shove Johnny off him.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

The shove was effectual only in that Johnny reared back enough to come up and try and straddle Anders Yee-haw!, throwing back his fist to try and land another blow to his face, and more pointedly his nose.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders managed to twist just enough to keep from breaking his nose, but not enough to avoid it getting nice and bloodied. Ew, the taste of blood down the back of his throat. Gross. It didn't help much that his head slammed against the floor hard enough for him to see stars, either, so his next punch probably went way wide of . . . you know, he wasn't actually sure where he was aiming with that.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny reared back further, missing the swipe as he rolled up to his feet in one smooth movement. "Think you ought to get the hell out of here now before I do some real damage."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders got to his knees, one hand up to his bleeding nose. "And out comes the overblown ego again," he taunted. "Am I supposed to be intimidated?"

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny thought about that.

"Yes."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dude," snorted Anders, "you are frakkin' deluded."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Well you're the one standing there with the bloody face."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

And that would be Anders launching himself at Johnny again. "Could give you one to match, jackass."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Shit!" he yelled as he was thrown back by Anders force, hitting the floor much harder than last time.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders was swaying a little as he walked over, within range to deliver a rib-kick of his own, but he didn't.

"You say you love her," he said, a little muffled since he was still holding his nose. "If you really do, you won't pull that shit again. If you don't --" with a scathing glare that hinted he leaned more toward that theory -- "you're not gonna get the chance to hit back next time."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

Johnny grimaced, the pain in his back and head throbbing. He stared up at Anders, hating the fact that he knocked him back on his ass. "There won't be a next time. You forget who you're messing with." 'Cause yeah, there is the fire and all that. Johnny was just trying to fight fair.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders rolled his eyes. "Excuse me while I'm terrified -- damn right there won't be a next time. You don't deserve her. Never did."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"What the hell kind of talk is that?" he asked, standing, albeit slowly. "You're talking out your ass if you think you know anything about me and Savannah."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I know you got a real problem wrapping your pea brain around the concept of her being able to take care of herself," Anders said, backing toward the door and choosing to ignore all the times he'd ever freaked out about Phoebe putting herself in danger. "Hell of a lot of respect you got for what she can do. Way to be supportive, jackass."

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Get the fuck out."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Anders said, with the kind of smirk that was meant to be an infuriating kind of 'gotcha.' "Best comeback ever, Storm."

And yes, he did flip Johnny off on his way out the door.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

At least he bloodied his face.

Because yes, that was important here. Dammit.

Cursing low under his breath, Johnny picked up his chair and threw it across the room, watching as it shattered the full length, standing mirror in the corner.