“Oh my gosh!” I wake up from my sleep 3 days later with a start. “MY DOLPHINE!”

Oh God, oh God!

I forgot it back at my parent’s place. Or did I lose it out in the car? Or was it when I was making my speech at the press conference?

I hold my head. Oh man, I totally forgot about everything cause after the press conference the party went into full swing, and I’ll tell you, it was CRAZY!

Just imagine everthing awesome you could ever imagine…now double it, add completely impossible stuff to that, and then triple it. That’s how awesome the party was. You do not wanna know what it was like when me, Wolverine and Captain America  get on a sugar high (yea, I got Cap into a sugar eating contest with me, fyi I won), Peter wanted in but he already seems pretty high already…-peractive, hyperactive.

I look around my bed for my phone, I usually tuck it under my pillow at night when I get to lazy to put it by the nightstand. Don’t give me that look, I know I’m not alone.

The phone wasn’t on the bed, or the night stand, I tilt over the edge and look under the bed, bingo!

I grab it and dial up Sara.

Ring, ring, ri-

“It’s about time!” Sara squeals through the other end.

“Jeez! It’s 2 or 3 in the morning, how are you still up?” I had a smile on my face.

“Reruns of Glee are playing and I could not miss it” Sara says solemnly.

“O…kay” I say unsurely.

“Hey, I know you’d stay up all night for a week if reruns of Game of Thrones were playing” Sara replies testily.

“Seriously girl? Your comparing Game of Thrones with Glee?” I say with as much disgust as possible.

“Hmm, let’s see.” I could practically see Sara with her hand on her chin with a mock thoughtful look on her face. “Comical, funny, and music filled Glee against dark, scary and sex filled GOT. However will we decide the best?”

“Easy,” I say. “Game of Thrones, end of conversation.”

“This isn’t over.” Sara says in a cocky Darth Vader voice.

“It most certainly is not” I reply in the same voice.

We both laugh and I tell her why I called.

“Oh my God, that’s so sad!”

“I know right? I’ve had that dolphin since forever!”

“No, what’s sad is that you still had that thing.”

“Sara!”

“Sorry but c’mon a stuff animal?”

“It was a stuffed Aquatic mammal” I corrected.

“Oh excuse me, coming from someone who got a B in English”

“Well it’s a whole lot better then your C”

“C+ you mean” Sara corrects me back.

“And your parents were so proud” I laugh abit at the memory.

“Not as proud as yours were when you got that A+ in Spanish” Sara giggles.

“Yea…” I became silent. My mom and dad were so happy they bought me a new phone after that, it would’ve seemed wrong to tell them that I wasn’t the one that actually wrote the exam, I switched my answer sheet and question paper with a girl 2 years my senior, she finished everything for me in like 2mins flat! I got a 94 after that, never told my parents the truth…and now they’ll never know…forever.

“I’m sorry.” I hear Sara whisper after a while. I hadn’t known I was silent for so long.

“No worries,” I manage.

“You okay?” she asks just to make sure cause that was the kinda friend she was.

“Perfectly fine”

“I’ll check out your place first thing in the morning, the keys under the mat right?”

“In the butt ugly vase out front to the left, if it’s not there then check the equally ugly one to the right” I point out even though I knew she couldn’t see me.

“Got it, oh, Fin is leaving Rachael for Quinn-”

“Couldn’t careless” I reply instantly.

“Haha, have a good night girl, I know I will!”

“Gnyt.”

I click my phone to end the call and throw myself back on the bed. I really hope she finds my dolphin, it just really means a lot to me.

Knock, knock, knock, knock…

The knocking on my door was so soft I actually thought I’d imagined it, till the person on the other side did it again.

“Yes?” I say…no reply. “Hello?” I say again.

Nothing.

I’d be scared if it wasn’t for Reed’s gazillion dollar security system in every nock and cranny of this place, I look up at the small dome on my ceiling which was both Herbie and a security camera I had Reed uninstall for obvious privacy reasons.

I make my way out of bed, I was a light sleeper, which meant any little thing woke me up and I don’t like pilling on clothes when I sleep. I had my light bum shorts on and a t-shirt, usually it was a crop top that could’ve passed for a sports bra. As I head for the door I grab a pair of baggie track suit pants and yank them on, I try to flatten my hair put that was hopeless.

I reach the door and gently open it just a crack, you know, it was actually my own fault that I hadn’t suspected it was Johnny-freaking-Storm knocking.

“What the fuck do you want?” I grimace at him opening the door wider.

“Using the word fuck at 2 in the morning? Not a smart move there Ice Princess”

“It’s Freeze, buttface” I fold my arms, oh crap, not this again!

“Like that’s any better” he flashes his cocky grin at me.

“Why…the hell…are you here?” I emphasis the words.

“I heard screams,” Johnny just says simply, “Came by to make sure our little Vicky hadn’t crush her little flower.”

“And why would you care?” I may have look brave and womanly on the outside, but Dear Lord was I shook up on the inside crush my little flower? Was I that much of a slut? How was I supposed to reply to that any other way then to say what I did? “I can bring just as many boys into my room just as much of the girls as you have.”

“So you’ve been spying on the number of girls I bring into my room?”

Damn

“I sleep five feet away from you, I know the number of times you go to the freaking bathroom you dolt”

Johnny gives me a funny look, “Can you say a sentence to me with there not being sarcasm or an insult in it?”

“I don’t know, can I?” Childish I know but sooooo satisfying to say.

He walks closer closing to me, casting a shadow that couldn’t even be possible, I mean, my bedroom was dim and the light in the corridor wasn’t much better.

“I can make you” he says darkly.

Seriously, he’s trying this old move bullshit again?

I lean my boobs over to his chest and lift my lips up and breathe into his face, “Go ahead and try” I whisper.

His arm whips out and grips onto my waist lightning fast, I couldn’t help the shocked gasp that escaped me because even I knew that his move was involuntary.

He was breathing very deeply, why was he the one hyperventilating? I’m the one being manhandled here!

“You are not the same girl who moved in here months ago” he breathed out.

“I’m not the same girl from 2 weeks ago” I say.

“True that,” Johnny says, emphasizing his words by squeezing my waist.

And then we were both silent, I used up every will power I had not to look at Johnny’s lips. But he had no problem looking at mine, then his eyes go down to my chest where my boobs meekly poke through my shirt. The grip on my waist grew tighter.

“If you’re going to kiss me then hurry up and do it. I need to go back to bed.” I blurt out.

Johnny gives me a look I couldn’t much identify, I sometimes need to learn to keep my mouth shut…sometimes.

“Sorry to disappoint you but not tonight sweetheart” he says.

“Awh,” I made a mock sad face, “To bad for me, however will I go on living?” I loss every emotion on my face and keep it straight. “Well I could always give David a call.”

Wrong, wrong, wrong! Would it kill you to shut up for once!? I yell at myself.

The only show of emotion Johnny had was his eye squinting.

“Anyway, the reason I came by was cause I heard a scream” his voice was so flat, lost was the cockiness and the boyish charm. “What’s up?”

“I…” what could I say? I screamed cause I remembered I lost a stuffed animal I had when I was like 7? “…had a bad dream.” I looked down, it wasn’t a complete lie, losing that toy was a bad dream.

“A bad dream?” he says unbelievingly.

“Uh-hun”

“Then why’d you pause so long?” he angles himself to the side.

“I don’t really like making a habit of sharing my bad dreams with narcissistic jerks.” I reply.

“There’s those insults again.”

“Oh and Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you please let go of my waist?”

He lets go so quickly I almost tumble back, he grabs my arms to steady me. “I don’t know why you’d want me to let you go, your dressed so horrible I doubt even any guy would even hold you at night.”

I angle my hips and just look at him.

“You know what? Yes, there is a guy in here, those screams you heard were of Captain America banging me so hard I saw pink star when I reached my orgasm.”

And with that I banged the door in his face.

Captain America? Pink stars? Don’t give me that look I panicked and Captain America was the first guy apart from David that popped into my head and I’d just watched Under The Dome before I went to bed. I would hang myself when the day comes that Captain America found out I’d said that.

Knock, knock, knock, knock…

“Oh Dear God” I mutter.

“What do you want” I say through the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock…

I yank the door open, “What the fuck is wrong with-”

He pushes me out the way and barges into my room, looks under my bed, checks my closet, opens my cabinets and checks the back of my curtains. He turns back to me with something like actual fire in his eyes.

“Happy?” I mock.

He lifts a finger at me, “Don’t” he breathes heavily, “make jokes like that.”

He marches back to me and grips my waist roughly, his whole hand spraying over my ass, “Ever.” He finishes.

He drags me out into the corridor and bangs me into the wall next to my door, I start to shiver. Can you blame me? I was scared and excited all at once.

Johnny looks down at my track suit pants with a pained expression, “So much ugly,” he tugs at the jeans elastic strap, “hiding so much sexy.” He takes a peek inside.

I gasp and slap his hand away, “Shame on you” I say.

“Hmm, you know what? I might just have to take back my words and kiss you senseless right now” he tilts his head to the side, his arms holding my body oh-so­achingly hard. “How’s that sound?” he had the cockiness back in his voice, with just a hint of burning desire…wait, that can’t be right. How on earth could Johnny Storm have the hots for me?

“W-w-well…i-it-ehm”

“All tongue tied aren’t we?” Johnny laughs, that devil! “That’s a first.”

He leans in, and the whole space time continuum stopped. For a heartbeat nothing moved, I could see every dust fragment floating around, then time continued to move in slow motion, his lips parted coming down dangerously close to me. I feared my heart would give out, under all the façade I put up if Johnny kissed me at such a time and place I might explode…or implode…either way I’m totally gonna plode.

“Stop!”

Did I say that?

I look around, apparently it was me. Before anything else could transpire I cover my hands in ice and push Johnny several feet away from me. He looks up at me with complete and utter shock, believe me he wasn’t the only one.

“Johnny…?” the confused, sultry, sleepy voice of a woman comes from Johnny’s room. His door opens and I see a tousled haired Fifi walk out with a petite blonde right behind her. “What’er you doing? It’s almost 3 in the morning” Fifi rubs her eyes.

“Come back to bed” the blonde say sexily, she emphasis her point by jumping in place. Oh great, the blonde’s busty…how original.

My eyes open wide as I look at Johnny. The stream of curses that ran through my mind at that point would probably award me with a one way ticket to hell. To think that I…that he almost…I was stupid enough to…ARGH!!!    

I cannot even bring myself to describe the emotion that ran through me, but the look of fear on Johnny’s face said enough.

“I believe Fifi asked you a question Jonathan” I tried not to growl.

“Ahem…” Johnny coughs. “I heard a scr-noise, from Vic’s room so I wanted to check it out to make sure she was safe.”

“OOOOH!” the blonde ran forward and hugged Johnny. “You are sooooo sweet to want to protect your baby sister like that” she smashes her boobs against Johnny’s chest and I practically see his legs go wobbly.

Men!

“Oh,” Johnny says, “We’re not actually-”

“C’mon Johnny, we’re practically related.” I interrupt him.

“His such a sweet guy,” Fifi walks over and hooks her arms around his waist. “Even when his ‘busy’ he puts his needs aside to make sure even little girls are safe.”

“He’s such a hero.” The blond says admirably.

“Well don’t let us keep you up,” Fifi says to me. She drags Johnny over to his bedroom door. “We adults have some grown up business to take care of”

The blonde giggles mischievously, “Goodnight Freeze” she says.

Well…atleast she got my name right…

The two girls lead Johnny away in a mass of red and golden curls, his head standing out above it, looking back at me. I could see the plea in his eyes, begging me to understand….something, practically calling me out.

That’s when I feel the ice.

I look down at my hands and I see all my fingers coated in ice.

I look up to see the look of horror in Johnny’s eyes as they reached his door. I ran into my room before the girls saw me, tears streaming down my face. Oh boy, I wish Johnny hadn’t seen that. I slam the door shut and go over to the wall and sit in my crouching position, and cry, and cry, and cry.

My phone veeps.

I crawl my way over to my bed, and take the phone from the pillow and look at the screen.

        One New Message

I open it.

        From Johnny<3<3Storm,

        I’m sorry

I don’t know why I did it, it was a total waste of time, we weren’t dating, we weren’t official and it wasn’t worth it.

But I still fling my phone under my bed, grab my duvet off the bed and shrink back to the floor and cover myself, a great way to hold back the ice. So I was free to fully cry my heart out.

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Heavy stuff guys…heavy.

Sorry for the long absence, I was just writing my exams and now I’m off to 300level this September. Woohooo! #fingerscrossed

So anyway, how’d you like the chapter? I personally totally saw FiFi coming but that blond girl was a real shocker. Am I right? Women, raise your hand if you’d bitch slap Johnny if you were in the same position? God knows I would’ve atleast yelled my brains out at him.

And fellas, high five to Johnny for scoring a blond and a redhead, #respect.

So, you guys pretty much know where to find me, and don’t forget to write your comments below, I’m curious to see if any of you guys can guess what’s in store next for our girl Victoria. The past of a heroine is never an easy one.

#wisewordsfrom

~Ya Gal Vicky <3<3(probably not a good idea to put those :p) *P.S read comment section if you have the time*