Johnny Storm

Johnny was sleeping soundly. So good in fact he hadn't realized he was being a total cover hog. He didn't mean too, just like Savannah didn't mean to be snuggly and put her hair all over his pillow. If he was awake he would have to tell her to move cause hugging girls was just icky. So was kissing them on the cheek but that was for a special reason. Johnny can do special reasons cause they're special. Wyatt marrying them was special.

He made a silent promise last night before he went to bed that he was going to be good tomorrow. No more getting in trouble unless Dick hit him again and called him bad names. He wasn't a wuss. He should find Meg sometime too and tell her he was sorry. Maybe. Cause that might be embarrassing.

Maybe he would play with Isabel and Chris again, and Summer. Summer is very pretty. Meg might be prettier even if she did put him in time-out. He wouldn't make Lana cry - that made Johnny sad.

But he was sleeping so he wasn't thinking of any of this stuff now. He was dreaming of being a knight and protecting the huge tower from the fire breathing dragon.

[Establishy, will be a linkdrop eventually, can be open!]

Johnny? Was a mess. Savannah was gone. GONE! For fear of leaving the room in case she came back, he stayed put, pacing back and forth, calling her cell phone time and time again, to no avail.

This was madness. Utter and complete madness, and he feared he was going to lose it did he not hear from her soon. She was with Wyatt; they had to be some place safe. Maybe her cell was out of service, something.

"Damn..." he muttered, raking a hand back through his hair.

[Door is closed, post is for izzyalienqueen primarily.]

It was Saturday which meant Johnny could be shirtless all he wanted. He was in his room, didn't have to go anywhere or do anything and today was totally for chillin'.

Actually he was trying to pick up his side of the room a tad. It sucked. Johnny wasn't in to all this cleaning crap. And he desperately needed some laundry done. There was a big pile of dirty clothes in a laundry basket sitting in a corner. Laundry sucked. He wasn't even sure how to begin with that.

His week had been pretty slow up till the end. What with getting pissed in Flight and Flying only to kick ass later, and then the faire with Isabel and Charlie and Chad, and the dancing was totally fun. He had really enjoyed that. Then there was his date with Savannah. Nothing could have topped his week off better. Plus? His nose didn't hurt at all anymore.

Only if someone nice came along and offered to do his laundry, cause that'd be great.

(brain is jello but door and post are open.)