It was not a date, it can’t be a date, I am totally kidding myself it wasn’t a date!

“It’s definitely a date” Sara said through my phone. I put it on my bedside table and left it on loud speaker.

“He said he wants to ‘meet me’ to ‘show me something’” I say to the phone. “If it was a date he’d have just said ‘let’s hang out’”

“But you have to note that he was talking to Susan Storm, he couldn’t just well tell her that he wants to go out on a date with you” Sara comments.

“True” I concede. “But why didn’t he just call me? Or at the very least ask for me”

“Maybe you weren’t around, when did Susan say he called?”

“Last night, we were at David’s place”

“See.”

“By the way, why does David’s mom hate me?” I always suspected his mom had negative feelings towards me, I just never knew why.

“She doesn’t hate you” Sara said, “She just has negative feelings towards any and all women who come within fifty feet of her son”

“Also true” I say.

David and Sara were only Childs as well, David was raised by a single mom while Sara lived with her Aunt and Uncle.  Another reason why we relate so well, we didn’t have siblings or anyone else in our age range in our family, so we became each other’s brothers and sisters.

Still that wasn’t an excuse for a single mom with an only child to be so protective, I made sure I told Sara just that. “Plus she doesn’t seem to hate you as much as she hates me”

“Well I don’t publicly kiss her son in public” Sara replies with a laugh.

“Hey! That was purely affectionate” I say to the phone defensively, I could practically see Sara now, lying on her bed with the ankle of her right foot over her left knee, her arms behind her head and her eyes closed.

“I know that, but tell that to his mom” she said.

“We’re going off topic,” I say. “Captain America, Freeze. Remember?”

“Oh right, let’s talk about a man who’s over a hundred years old going on a date with a girl who just turned 18. Talk about a serious Twilight moment”

“First of all, Steve’s literal age is 96. But due to the whole being in ice for 70 years thing his 26. And secondly, it’s so sweet your comparing us to Bella and Edward. I’d love if that came true”

“Wait, hold up. How do you know so much about him?”

“Reed’s computer”

“He still doesn’t have a strong enough password?” I imagined Sara grinned.

“The last one was ‘cosmic_ray’, for a super smart genius who foils super villain’s plan. We should pray to God Dr. Doom doesn’t try to hack into our system anytime soon”

We both laugh.

“So how’re you getting ready for the date?” Sara asked.

“It’s not a date” I sang. “But if you must know, I’m thinking casual. A shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers…maybe a hat?”

“No! You gotta be fancy!”

“A fancy hat?”

“No girl! A dress, make up, high heel shoes, the works!”

“Not unless there’s a masked ball with a chance of Captain Jack Sparrow making an appearance” I hold up the pink top with the low one hand and graffiti design. I always smiled when I saw this top, despite my absolute hate of the color pink, it deserved a trophy hanger. I’ll be sure to tell you why the shirt holds so much significance…later…maybe.

“Cmon girl, be reasonable” Sara says.

“I am!” I toss the shirt, “Because it’s not a date. What if I go all dolled up and I find out he wanted to grab a coffee?”

“Then wear a dress you’d normally wear to go get coffee!”

“No dress!” I fold my arms, “Nothing you can say or do will convince me otherwise”

“According to the internet he’s Irish”

“Oh my gosh! No way!”

“So way” Sara replied seriously.

I squeeze a purple scarf to my only bra concealed chest and squeal. “It’s a sign!”

“See? He’s Irish for a reason, your meeting him for a reason, dress for the occasion!”

“It’s not our wedding!”

BAAMM!

My door flies open, will you even be surprised if I said it was Johnny? No? Good.

“Why do I hear ‘Irish’ ‘meeting him’ and ‘wedding’?”

I sigh. “Do I even need to tell you to get out?”

“Nope.” He stuffs his hands in his jeans. He’d taken a shower after he’d finish playing real-life Temple Run with Susan around the living room, trust me, it was hilarious. Seeing as I help with all the obstacles. “Won’t do much good”

“Is that the Human Torch?” Sara ask through the phone.

“Yea” I say in disgust and roll my eyes.

“OH MY GOD! JOHNNNYYYYY! I LOVE YOU!” Sara starts screaming through my phone. “You’re my hero, Johnny! AAAAAAH! I’m actually talking to the Human Torch! Oh my Gosh, I’m gonna faint!”

I snatch my phone from the bed, “Sara! Control yourself”

“No! Let her be” Johnny runs and grabs the phone from me. “Hey there girl” he says as seductively as possible into the phone.

“EEEEEEEEIIIIIIYYYYYY!” Sara squeals like a badly out of tone radio.

“Oh please!” I groan.

I make to grab my phone from him.

“What?” He moves his hand out of my reach. “Jealous?”

“Pah!” I make a gagging sound. “I’m not like you.”

“What does that mean?” Johnny said sounding very offended.

“She means your obvious jealousy towards Captain America” Sara said through the phone.

“What?” Johnny says.

“Sara!” I shout.

“No nono, wait” Johnny pokes his finger in my chest and holds my phone in a death grip. My poor baby!

“You think I’m jealous of Steve?”

“Yea she does” Sara says again.

“Seriously!? Girl, whose side are you on?” I burst out.

“The one that causes the most chaos” she replied.

See the kind of friends I kept? The ones that’ll inevitably be the death of me. Well, I should thank my lucky stars it’s Sara, if it was David that was talking things would’ve been worst…believe me, it would’ve.

“I am not jealous of that guy” Johnny stresses.

“Sure your not” Sara and I said sarcastically in unison. I lift my hand and fist bumped the air, “Fist bump” me and Sara say together again. For those of you who don’t get, we just did a fist bump through the barriers of space and time. Yeah, we’re that cool and nerdy at the same time.

“I not” Johnny stomps his foot like a five year old.

“On to more pressing news” Sara interrupts.

“I still haven’t decided on a top” I reply in an exhausted voice.

“So…you don’t have a top?” she asked.

“I just said that” I reply.

“I mean, you’re not wearing anything right now!?” Sara screamed.

“Yea I guess”

“WHAT!?”

“It’s not the first time” Johnny says casually.

“I repeat, WHAT!?” Sara’s voice was so high pitched I flinched.

“Good job” I punch Johnny, “How could you say that?”

“Like this, hey Sara, I’ve seen Vick in nothing but her bra and undies” Johnny says into the phone very clearly.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep……

“Oh great” I snatch the phone from him. “You made her faint” I click the call off and glare at him.

There was silence in the room, we just stared at each other. Slowly the room began to heat up and the atmosphere became electric, but something weird happened. The room began to cool up as well, my side to be exact. I could see every breath I took and I cool see sizzles of heat coming off Johnny’s skin, I was afraid that if I touched him he would melt me.

“We are so not meant for each other” I breathe out.

“Agreed” Johnny heaved, “But that’s what makes this all the more enticing”

“This? There is no this” I say, stressing the last word.

He just looks at me with his crystal blue eyes, cutting into my soul, telling me otherwise.

I need to break the ice, and no, that wasn’t meant as a pun.

“Help me pick a top?” I offer, lifting up two tops from the floor at random. What? Did you actually think my room was clean?

“No, I don’t want to” he walks over and holds both my hands with the shirts in the middle.

I push everything aside and ask, “What’s up Johnny?”

“I really don’t want you to go meet him” Johnny says softly, his face scrunches as if expecting me to explode.

I wanted to explode, to yell at him that it wasn’t his business, or to even laugh in his face. But I must’ve been on drugs cause all I felt was sweet and warm inside, my period?

“And why is that?” I ask softly.

“I don’t know” he answers.

That was sweet. His dreamy eyes, awesome face and amazing body were a great factor but I never realized that Johnny had a sweet side. It gave me a whole new perspective on him.

Our hands were still touching, he lifted my right hand and looked at the top in it.

“Hmm, the pink top” Johnny mumbled with a smile.

We were holding the top, in my other hand was a bright yellow top that really hugged my figure.

“The pink one has memories, best to keep it here and safe” Johnny said. “Wear the yellow one, the colour looks great on you”

“Thanks” I walk to my closet and throw the pink one in. Haven’t I already done that?

I walk over to my full length mirror and drag the yellow top over my head with alittle bit of difficulty, it was abit on the tight side, it showed a hit of skin between the end of the top and the top of my jeans.

“Seriously?” Johnny says from behind me, looking at my tummy through the reflection in the mirror.

“It looks sexy” I defend, “My belly button isn’t even showing” I add looking back at him through the mirror.

He walks up to me, I turn and face him. He looks down at me and traces his thumb over the piece of my skin that showed.Don’t shiver, don’t shiver, don’t let him know he affects you.

I grab a hold of his arm, “Stop.”

“You did it again” Johnny says. “You say stop even when I know you don’t want it to.”

He steps closer, “Just like last night” he finishes on a whisper.

Ding, ding, ding

The alarm bells go off and I’m brought back to my senses.

Johnny must’ve seen the change as well because he grabs a hold on both my arms. “No, no, no. Don’t think about that, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” I ask, “You did nothing wrong. You banged two girls at once, you’re the man!” I lift my hand up waiting for a high five. “Up top,” I emphases.

He slowly reaches up and brings down my hand, “No” he says. He opens his mouth as if to say something more important when-

“Excuse me Miss Howard?” Herbie’sBritish technical disembodied voice sounded around the room.

“Vick! I told you to call me Vick!” I say to the computer, I hate my last name.

“I’m deeply sorry, I was programmed to be so courteous and well-mannered that I tend to forget not to be when randomly asked to” Herbie replied.

“Was he being sarcastic?” I ask Johnny astonishingly while I point my thumb up at the ceiling.

“Yes, yes he was” Johnny look like he wanted to laugh, “He gets that why sometime, it means he’s getting used to you”

“Oh dear Jonathan I’m more used to Miss Victoria more then you’ll ever be” Herbie added.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Let it go” I pat Johnny’s shoulder, “Just let it go”

I smile at the frustrated yet totally hot look on Johnny’s face. Well, it’s official, the man looked great when experiencing any emotion, somebody hand him a prize!

“So Herbie” I say to the ceiling, “What’d you wanna tell me?”

“Miss Susan has asked me to confirm whether you are ready for your lunch date with Mr. Roger”

“It’s not a date!” Johnny and I yell in unison.

“You are forgetting I’m British and ‘lunch date’ means when civilized people get together to converse on an intellectual level” Herbie supplied.

“So in Britain lunch dates are school?” I say.

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Hey there guys! It's your friendly neighboorhood writer girl over here :D

I'm thinking of making this a global Marvel fanfic cause I'm about to dump a whole lotta Marvel characters on ya, so be warned.

So I was gonna write about Vick meeting up with Steve in this chapter but it got really long so I decided to break it in half so you guys can have more for less...if that makes any sense at all.

So I love to hear you guys's (is that a porper sentence?) thoughs on this...not that it matters in the long run but I'd like to know the vibe I'm putting out there :p

Who do you think Vick'll end with?

Captain America? (Oh la la! <3)

Johnny Storm!? (Hot stuff!...literally!)

Or David? (Vick's bestfriend that she kissed? Rmember?)

Please make sure to let me know why you choose your option.

That way I'll know which way to screw with your mind and expectations the best....JK!......or am I?.... 3:)

Also, WE ARE ALMOST AT 5 THOUSAND READS! I am freaking out...I could actually reach ten thousand! Is this story that good? There are tons of other's out there with more original story line but mine gets almost 5 thousand???

*grabs chest* I think I'm gona have a heart attack...no seriously, I'm finding it hard to breathe.

Lav ya lots!

~It's Ya Gal Vicky!