Tug, tug, tug.

“Johnny! Quit pulling my hair!” I swat his hand away as I chewed on my cereal from my cereal bowl.

“But it’s just so pretty” he grins, tugging the ends.

“Imma show you pretty” I growl, tugging my hair away from him and growling to his face.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad” he taps my nose in those annoying ways guy do in the movies, why was it annoying? Cause I’m not a dog and Johnny’s acting way to cutesy with me. Frankly it’s irritating.

“Why are you here, exactly?” I ask him. “Won’t Reed and Sue be on their way back to get you?”

Johnny waves off my concern. “Those two love birds will be standing at the doorsteps before they realize I’m gone. Plus I left them a note”

“Ah yes, a note always helps” I say sarcastically.

Johnny leans towards me and bites me cheek playfully, “Aren’t you glad I stayed?”

I think my heart just melted.

I push myself up from the table and grab my bowl, “I thought a weekend with you would be fun and sexy,” I go over to the sink and drop the bowl in the sink. “Not annoying.” I strain the last word.

“Fun and sexy, huh?” he was behind me in a flash, “why would you say that?” he whispers in my ear.

Tingles!

“Oh no you don’t” I peel Johnny’s hand before it could latch onto my waist.

“What?” Johnny asked with a clueless expression.

I give him a mock men-are-so-oblivious smirk and strut to the living room. Yes, strut. I could hear Johnny’s silent inhaled gasp, yup, I still got it.

“What are you gonna do then?” Johnny follows after me, but kept a safe distance away so he could look at me walk away. I could’ve sworn he said Damn!, under his breath.

“Watch TV and ignore you” I jump down on the couch, the remote bounces up and I snatch it out of the air.

“Ya…None of that’s gonna happen” Johnny jumps down on the couch, causing me to bounce up and land on his chest. He grabs my remote from me. Yes, my remote. I own it and I’ll punch anyone who tries to take it from me.

“Gimme!” I scream.

He easily stretches is hand away from me. “Make me,” he challenges.

I bite his chest.

“Ow!”

The remote drops to the floor, I reach for it like my life depended on it. As my fingers close around the remote Johnny grabs me by my ribs and pull me back onto him. I give him a smug victory smile, my hair falling down the sides, enveloping us in our own little world.

He kisses me, a small kiss but still a kiss. I feel a slight blush, I turn away from him and switch on the TV. It blares to life and displays a sports game I have no interest in watching. As I surf through channels I stumble onto a motor bike race.

“LEAVE IT!” Johnny begs.

I take pity on him and leave it, I kinda like watching cool stuff like this, Johnny's arm wraps around me and I snuggle into his chest. The drivers race over the dunes, doing cool stunts, performing air flips and daring tricks. A racer in red and black on a yellow bike streaks across the screen, jumps a ramp and goes through 7 flaming hoops pitched atop 18-wheeler trucks doused with gasoline.

“Wow” I sit up with wide eyes as the incredibly buff maniac driver stuck the landing.”That was awesome” I said with as much wonder and respect I could ever give to one human being.

“Amateur hour” Johnny snorts.

I gawk at him.

“I’m sure the fires are fake.” he adds, waving at the TV like it was broadcasting a bunch of lies.

I blink at him.

“I can do better!” Johnny says.

I scoff and face the TV again. I feel hands grip my chin and I’m forced to look at Johnny’s dazzling blue eyes. “I can” Johnny says darkly.

I make a slight chuckle in his face. “Sure you can” I grin at him.

“Hey! I flew the spaceship when we got our powers I’m sure I can do a messily car jump”

“You flew the ship?” it was near impossible to hold back my laugh. “You know, there is medicine for people who suffer from delusions like yours”

“I was in NASA” then he pauses for a moment, “Well I washed out of NASA, but still”

“Washed out?” I give him a puzzled look. “To say I even believe you why’d you wash out?”

“Uh…” Johnny looks around for help or a distraction, “Better left unsaid”

“It involves girls doesn’t it?”

“Uhg, n-no-”

“It involves girls.” I confirmed smugly.

“It was nothing major”

“Were they models?”

“T-they w-”

“They were models.” I smile.

“Vick look, models are great but they don’t...I mean can’t-eh. You better, I-I-I mean, you’re better-eh, better looking!-”

“Victoria Secret?” I grin at him.

He blushes.

The great Jonathan Antony Storm blushes. I am loving this.

“Johnny its okay” I smile warmly at him. “It’s who you are and I’ve come to accept it.” When did I become so mature?

I stand up to leave but he stands and pulls me back.

“That’s who I was” he corrected, “Who I am now?” he looks down at me with scorching eyes, “Is someone different” he had a look of longing…but for what? Me?...Naaah…

“OH MY GOSH I DON’T BELIEVE IT!” someone screams from the TV, disturbing our moment.

We look to see the red and black biker getting off his biker and looking at the camera.

“I don’t believe it” I whisper, my eyes glued to the screen.

“DEADPOOL!!” A girl screeched behind the cameras. I dive for the screen and literally plaster my face against it.

“Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh” I repeated over and over, looking at the completely toned creature on the other end of the TV. “Deadpooooool” I think I’m going to cry.

“Oh hell no” Johnny said behind me.

I hear ruffling but ignore it. Deadpool was facing the crowd of screaming girls.

“Ladies, ladies, please” he takes a bow. “I have no need for your adoring screams, rather I’d prefer heartfelt gestures” I think he’s grinning at the cameras, you couldn’t tell by his mask, but his lips were moving.

“What do you want us to do Deadpool!?”

“Anything we’ll do anything!!”

“Aaaaaaaaah!!! Deadpool!! Aaaaaaaah!!!”

“Well if you’re that eager to please me” Deadpool holds up his hands, “Take off you tops and toss your bras in the air!”

                                      -Click!-

The TV went dead.

I turn to see Johnny scrawling at me holding the TV remote. “TV times over” he says darkly with a rumble in his voice.

“Turn it back on!” I say.

Johnny just continues to look quietly at me.

“Damn it Johnny!” I’m mad now, not for the fact that I was being denied watching Deadpool but for the fact that it was Johnny denying me it. I get up from the floor and stalk over to him.

“Turn. It. On.” I stick my face close to his. His mouth was in a firm line and his jaw was set. How the hell does he still look handsome?

“My God, you are one jealous son of a bitch” I spit in his face.

“Jealous!?” Johnny fired back, “Of fucking what?”

“Everything!” I yell at him. Who would’ve thought that just afew seconds ago we were being cutesy and he was clumsily telling me I’m better then Victoria Secret models. Maybe I should lay off, back down?

“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re the one throwing yourself at every guy who comes knocking that it’s frankly annoying”

He did not just say that.

I shove at his chest fiercely. “I do not throw myself at guys you freaking liar!”

“Ha! Now who’s lying?” Johnny says, “Every single guy you come in contact with you fall all over and you’re literally just an inch away from giving them your goods” he waves his hand at the lower portion of my body.

I could help blushing.

“Well it’s better than having it wasted on you!” I shout. “You literally stopped talking to me when you found out I’m a virgin, now you feel you have a right to dictate who I’m going to sleep with?”

“I not dictating anything because you’re not sleeping with anyone!” Johnny bellows.

“That’s the problem isn’t it!? Causing I’m innocent and you can’t stand it!” I shove him again. “And you have no control over me.”

“I couldn’t care less” Johnny hissed at me.

“You lying bastard you do!” I punch his shoulder as we continue to move out of the living room. He doesn’t fight back but he has the look of complete and utter fury.

“I don’t care about some virgin who’s trying to be a whore!”

“Your just jealous of the fact that I’m hot and so many people want to have me while you can’t!”

“I can have you when I want you!” he yells, “But I don’t cause your too fucking repulsive!”

“You will never have me, I’d sooner die then be with a retarded jerk like you” I fling in his face, we’re out in the corridor now. “You can barely touch me, let alone sleep with me! Face it, you don’t have the guts, you don’t have the balls, you’re not a man you’re a joke!”

Right then Johnny grabs me fiercely by the arms.

“Let me go!” I yell. He lifted me up off the floor and held me in midair. I look down and him and see the blue of his eyes were gone, the only thing in its place was a ring of fire. Actual fire.

“Johnny?” I say cautiously.

He brings me down and crushes my lips with his. But this time it wasn’t filled with heat, it wasn’t passionate, it was painful. I yank my head back and try to push him away. His hands were red as fire and the ends of his pants were steaming. He looked wild, mad…not in control.

He rams me against the wall next to the kitchen entrance. I bite back my cry of pain.

“Johnny stop this!” I yell. He says nothing as he crushes my mouth again, what’s going on?

His skin becomes too hot and he begins to burn me, I fight back. I wasn’t going to cry. Whatever’s happening to Johnny wasn’t normal, he’s not acting himself.

“I will have you” he whispers evilly. Then his hands grab the edge of my shorts and yank it down.

I scream.

Johnny jumps away from me. He blinks several times, as if coming out of a trance.

“What the-” then his eyes focus on me. “Oh no” he whispers. He takes a step towards me.

“DON’T come near me!” I shriek. I fumble to pull back up my shorts.

“Vick I’m sor-”

“Don’t say it!” I hold up my hands. Crap, I’m crying.

Tears trail down my face. My body had several burned patches on them, the skins darken immediately.

“Let me explain!” Johnny says desperately.

“Explain what!” I say, “That you tried to rape me?”

“No it’s not like that!” he runs his hands through his hair.

“That’s why you came back!” I hiccup between tears, “To rape me”

It all makes sense now.

“No one’s around so there are no witnesses” I’m trembling. “The fact that I’m a virgin must have excited you, tempted you. And when-”

“Vick this is crazy talk!” he cuts me off. That’s because he knows I’m right. “You’re injured, let me help you” he comes towards me.

“No!” I reach out my hand and smack him. He recoils in shock, “Stay away from me. I hate you!”

I run away from the spot and slam the door behind me. I crumble to the floor and hold my head cause it just might explode. I fight back the torrent of fear that grips me, and my arm begins to hurt, being burnt and broken wasn’t a good combo.

How could a sweet morning turn into such a nightmare? What happened…?

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Author’s Note

Hey guys I’m back!

Miss me?

Just went on Christmas break and I missed Wattpad sooooo freaking much! So what’s new? What’s happening? Did I miss much?

I know my absence must have taken a toll on my fan count numbers. But hey, I’m sorry, I’m back, so let’s get to work.

My goal is to make it to 20k read by the end of this falls. I have got so many ideas bundled up and ready to fly.

So sit tight, buckle you and stay awesome.

Next chapter will be up soon.

Missed you all and Lot’s of love to the new fans!

~Ya Gal Vicky<3