My POV

The warm sprays of the shower were soothing and therapeutic, I roll my shoulders to get the knots untied.

Oh hey there! Where have you been? Haven’t seen ya all morning, was getting worried.

Anyway, if you’re wondering what I’ve been up to I’m taking a shower –as previously indicated. I just had a wonderful morning with Johnny…like the best since, well, yesterday. You know, except for the hurting me part.

I rub the water over my arms and dig my fingers into my hair, I feel so relaxed. Is this how newlywed honeymooning couples feel? It’s awesome.

I step out of the bathroom, clouds of steam escaping after me. I pad my way over to my closet and yank out some comfy tracksuit pants, and a soft material top. I toss them on my bed and get into my undies, I rub the towel through my hair and finished getting dressed.

My hair was still sort of damp when I left my room. Johnny was in the living room, he had the bowl of cereal I made for him. I check the kitchen and see the sink piled high with washed dishes.

“I eat my breakfast,” Johnny said, all of a sudden immediately right behind me. I turn and collide with his strong chest, I look up. “In case you came to check and make sure,” he adds.

I give him a sheepish smile. Lately I keep losing my groove around him, it was hard to act like myself, I kept thinking before I do anything, which, let me tell you, is freaking annoying.

I look down and nod meekly.

What is wrong with me?

I try to walk past him but he grabs my arm.

“Wait a minute” he says, you could clearly he the amusement in his voice.

He drags be back infront of him, and he tilts my face up with his index finger to look at him. “Are you shy of me?”

Even though my face was tilted up at him my eyes still looked down. Was I? Was I really?

It seems inconceivable to think that I would be shy of Johnny. Not after all we’ve been through, and quite frankly all he’s seen. Let’s not forget that first time I almost froze over and I was only in my underwear. If I could survive that then heck, I’m indestructible.

“I don’t know” I finally answer meekly.

He all of a sudden locks his arm around my neck and squeezes really tight, “Oh no you don’t” he chuckles.

He was choking me so bad I think my eyes almost pop, I grab his arm and bit into his fore arm…hard.

“Son of a-” he bent over and I ram the back of my elbow into his midsection.

All the breath was forced from his lungs as he doubles over.

“Are you crazy!?” I yell at him. “You damn nearly killed me!”

He was laughing.

“Oh great,” I lift my arms and drop them in a hopeless gesture, “He lost his God damn marbles” I say to no one in particular.

“There she is” Johnny managed to say.

I look over my shoulder, “There who is?”

“You”

“What about me?”

“You were acting shy to me and I couldn’t have that,” Johnny straightens up. “So I did the only thing I could which I knew would get you back,”

I raise my brow at him.

“Annoy you” he grins proudly.

“Well congratulations,” I throw a punch at him, “You won the grand stuff bear”

He easily grabs hold of my fist rocketing towards him and he twists my whole arm, it wasn’t painful in the slightest but it threw me off balance. I kick out one of my legs to tumble Johnny and we both crash to the floor in a pile of tangled limbs.

We get up and look at each other….and laugh.

That’s all we could do now, we’ve reached that stage were all we do is make the other person laugh….and I’m loving it.

“Can we please have one normal morning?” I say with a laughter filled voice.

“Babe, nothing with us is ever normal.” he smiles down at me as he helps me stand up. He holds onto my hand and kisses me sweetly.

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We were both sitting on the couch in the living room in a tangled mess. Imagine me lying flat on my back with my legs draped over Johnny’s midsection, Johnny laid at the corner of the couch with his torso barely dangling over the edge. He was holding his cereal bowl in one hand and his other was wrapped around me. When he wants to eat his cereal I’ll stretch up my left hand to fetch the spoon and feed him.

Like I said, we were a mess…a mess of limbs and entanglement.

We were never more comfortable.

“So how did I look?” Johnny asked as a music video played, blaring out its music through the room from the TV we were watching.

“You were drunk, passed out, and honestly you shaved a few years from my life” I lift up another spoon of cereal and dump it in my mouth. I remember my mom always hated me eating food lying down, it was one of our many morning ritual arguments.

“Sorry about that.” he mutters, he leans down and kisses me. He straightens up, then his brows frown in confusions as he asked, “But what I still do not get is how you got me back here all by yourself”

“Well…” I give him a cutesy smile and he raised his eyebrows in expectation of what’s to come.

“…YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST, WE HAVE PHOTOGRAPIC EVIDENCE THAT FREEZE WAS INFACT DRIVING THE HUMAN TOURCH’S MOTORCYCLE LAST NIGHT.”

“What!?”

Johnny bolt up standing and me and the cereal bowl tumble to the ground helplessly. In my head I even see us falling in slow motion with a Spartan battle noise in the background. What? You haven’t figured out I was weird till now?

“Oof!” I slam onto the floor and untangle my legs from Johnny to stand up. His eyes were glued to the TV, staring in horror at the pictures of me that swam through the channel.

“….SHE WAS FIRST SEEN LEAVING THE PONY BAR WITH LOGAN, A.K.A WOLVERINE, WITH AN UNCONSIOUS JOHNNY STORM WHEN A BLUE MINI VAN STOPS RIGHT NEXT TO THEM. AFTER WHAT LOOKED TO BE A HEATED CONVERSATION WITH THE DRIVER-WHOM MAY FANS HAVE REASONS TO BELIEVE IT IS THE MYSTERIOS DEADPOOL-”

This was when I leaped into action. I grab Johnny’s arm and switch the TV off through the remote.

“Johnny, forget what you just saw-”

“You were with Logan!? AND WADE!”

“They were just helping!”

Johnny’s jaw locked so tight I think I see a vein pop at the side of his temple. “I wanna be so angry at you” he whispers.

“I know,” I sigh, I take his hand. “But it’s not like I actually went to their home and asked for their help, I ran into them.”

“I know” he sighs out loud, willing his anger to leave his body. “And I’m glad to an extent, atleast you didn’t have to suffer and carry me all the way home”

I hug him.

“Now let me see how it ends” he grabs the remote from me and switches on the TV.

“Hey!” I protest in shock. He did it so quick I didn’t even have time to blink.

The TV shines to life, and a video of my sliding down my ice flashes on as I shoot snow into the garage and crash land. Then a comical looking Wade and Logan stare and run after me.

I heard Johnny chuckle. “That’s actually kinda funny” he cracks a grin.

It looked funny but it sure as hell didn’t feel funny.

I couldn’t help but rub the spot where I found a wound this morning. Johnny’s eyes snap to me and all humor left him.

He walks up close to me and inspects my forehead. “Does it still hurt?”

I shake my head. It really doesn’t.

“My arm hurt more after I’d put you to bed” then I make a face, “Actually it was more like searing pain-” I catch Johnny horror-struck look. “Nothing I couldn’t handle of course” I add sheepishly.

He holds my face in his grip, “You are so strong” he whispers.

He kisses my forehead then my nose and smiles down at me, I feel a slight blush tingle through me and smile. Then I shake my head and punch him.

“There’s my girl” he says out in pain but still had his smile. He took my hand and in a few seconds we were jumbled on the couch again. “Let’s watch some cartoons” he offers.

“Yaaaaay!” I squeal in delight.

He switches the channel to Cartoon Network and Regular Show was playing.

“Yay, I love this cartoon” I say.

“Oh yeah?” Johnny says. He snuggles in closer to me, “Who’s your favorite character?”

“That one, no questions asked, hands down” I point at Mordacai on the screen.

“The bird?” Johnny looked dumbfounded.

“Who did you think I was gonna pick? Rigby?” Johnny still continues to stare at me, confused. “He’s the raccoon” I supplies. Then I internally laugh at myself, Rigby the raccoon…never thought of it that way.

“So the bird and the raccoon are friends?” Johnny raised a brow.

“Best friends” I interject.

His brows go higher. “That makes no sense, even nature wouldn’t understand.”

I sigh, “It’s a cartoon, Johnny. Don’t read too much into it,”

“So why do you like this bird?”

“He’s a really cool guy, awkward around girls but sexy in his own dumb way-”

“He’s a bird!”

“Yes, and he dropped out of college!”

Johnny folded his arms and pouted his lips, “Well I dropped out of NASA and I’m an astronaut”

I laugh at him, “Are you competing with a bird? A cartoon?”

“Maybe” he mumbles out grumpily. “You just seemed to like him better”

And that’s when my heart melted. I smile at him. This guy will be the death of me.

“You’re waaaay cooler and awkward around girls”

“Thank you I-wait huh!?”

I laugh some more and push myself up and kiss his cheek. I lay back down and we continued to watch cartoons, and we stayed that way in comfortable, compatible silence.

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Author’s Note

So sorry I took so long, I just got back to school and I had to unpack, register, get my room and a billion other things but I know that’s no excuse for wimping out on all of you.

I really wanted to hit 20k read before the break was over but, hey, you can’t always get what you want right?

So my deepest apologies, and I’m sorry to keep you in the dark.

Please do not forget to vote and also comment.

And I’ll see you next time!

~Ya Gal Vicky<3