The Stellar discussion

((oh fuck i’m dumb. you’re right. hold on))

“Can i at least have my shit back” he sighed, giving her a ‘are you fucking with me’ look. Johnny sat up in an Indian style “Or the other half of the closet? Princess, it’s below freezing out here”

“Because Im cold.” he said dully. This game was just making him colder. Johnny sighed. “I’m not getting any prettier out here, ma cherie.” he said impatiently

“My presence, love, and affection aren’t enough for you, now?” Johnny mumbled, putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. He heard the way those words rolled off her tongue, he recognized they were very familiar to her.

“Pick up the Toronto State Newspaper from three years ago on June 21” he said with a sigh. “You’ll have everything.” It was his turn to be difficult. Johnny hated talking about the fire and his parents so much and his name was valuable to almost any police station in the US and Canada.

“There is a library, darling.” He sighed, pursing his lips “Listen, you’ll know eventually I just don’t wanna talk about it, yeah?” Johnny tried to push it a bit, chewing his lip.

“Kaden” He said softly, coming to conclusion that if she wasn’t going to give him the rest of ‘Q-‘ and his warmth depended on it, his middle name would be the best bet. Johnny sighed. “Good enough?”

“Josh? Seriously?” he crawled into the closet, 95% sure his balls were no longer intact due to the cold. Johnny pulled the Canada blanket over him, opening an arm. “Cmere. it’s too fuckin’ cold”

He rolled his eyes as he pulled the smaller body close to his. “Jesus, you’re cold” Johnny muttered at Quinn as he yawned to the side and began humming.

“You really-...” he cut off feeling her icy skin against his bare neck and chest. “Jesus fucking Christ” That saying was common in his vocabulary, using it for pretty much anything. “Honestly how have you lasted this long, pretty?”

“See. I don’t smell that bad” He chuckled softly, leaning back into the wall of the closet. “Can’t they make bigger fucking closets” Johnny talked to himself, a normal thing from being alone so much. He was his own best friend.

“No, not anymore” he chuckled “What’s the point if my dick froze off? Just neck cramps now” Johnny was a bit too tall for the small closet, his neck and back a bit curled to fit so he could still hold onto the small girl.

He groaned at the statement, his head falling back, hitting his head back on the wall as he underestimated the distance to the wall “FuCK” Johnny groaned again. That hurt. “Owee” he hung his head. “this is unfortunate”

“Just hit my fucking head.” Johnny muttered to himself “Not like I had enough brain damage” He rolled his eyes. He was just groaning about her last comment before flinging his head back too hard. Damn, how could he be so stupid? They say boys think with their balls and not their brains at times- was that the case?

Johnny had only liked one girl in his life and that was four years ago- before the fire. She was the daughter of a dancer at the Palais Royale in Toronto- near where his grandparents lived. Any other girl he held relations to since running away was because- yet again- balls/brain. He had usually left within a week or so.
He felt this...thing with Quinn as he had with the little dancer girl, but he pushed it aside. Quinn was young- despite only two years difference- and had a life ahead to make while Johnny was running out of time to do so.

"No, but we may as well say it. I'm pretty retarded sometimes...i.e. just now," he explained. Johnny was subconsciously tracing small shapes on her back and he didn't even realize. Somehow, his "situation" with Quinn had reminded him of the dancer and the Royale, bringing happier memories of better days. Taking one hand from her back, he dug into his bookbag and pulled out an old Walkman cassette player.
The mixtape in the player was at least ten years old and included all his favorites- from Bowie to the Moody Blues and Iron Maiden to Nirvana. He turned it up and hit play, dropping it back by his feet.

“Know this one?” he murmured softly as he felt her muscles tensed under his hands. For once in a while, Johnny’s voice was soft, husky. Something had changed dramatically in his vocals- now instead of being an ass, he was kind, calm.

Johnny nodded, his hands still rubbing her back in subconsciousness. She was too young- in his opinion- to feel this way and he wanted to help her. How could he help her when he could barely help himself?

"Then sleep. Nothings stopping you." Johnny said, realizing how tired his own eyes felt. He decided to go play for tips at the bar tomorrow and hang around on the stage until dark.

"You're closer." He groaned, his teeth showing though a chuckle. Leaning a bit, he stopped the tape and shoved it in his old Jansport, his back cracking as he stood back up. "So, kiddo, how old did you say you were?" Johnny asked

“A lady? Oh fuck...where?” he teased, chuckling a bit. Johnny enjoyed this newfound company- something he hadn’t had in a while

“Ow!” he groaned. “Thanks” Johnny looked down at her, or what he could see. “Damn, I didn’t realize how tall I am.” a chuckle left his lips.

“Ow” he said again, shaking his head. “You’re killing me, pretty” Johnny flicked her back with a slender finger

((Not to upset anyone but you guys are getting awfully close to oneliners, I'm going to make to one lining a rule just so people have things to respond to.))

“No kidding” Johnny teased with a light chuckle. He put his arms on her shoulders, relaxing his muscles. “Damn, I’ve been looking for a good rest for awhile now. Only problem is, this one talks like it has a mind of its own.” His teases lacked any serious venom and were playful and light.
With Johnny, if he was rude to you, he appreciated you and if he was too nice he hated/disliked you.

“you would get cold though” Johnny said, pulling her into his chest to keep himself and her warm. He felt like it would be hard for him to leave when the police had caught up to him because of his newfound fondness got the girl.

Soon, quiet, nicotine-inflicted snores left the boys lips as he slept. The snores weren’t loud, but just enough to be able to tell he was dead asleep. Part of Johnny hoped that it was warmer tomorrow but part of him also wished it was just as or colder than today.

((I was going to ask...sure. Hop to the stage?))

((Nah. I’ll just go down to the stage

((i did.))

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Johnny sighed, pulling a new shirt out of his bag- a grey long sleeve sweater that he recently bought. His bag in the closet, he stood right outside the door and he pulled his original shirt off, inhaling sharply as the cold air wrapped his thin body in chills. Johnny had a toned, long, thin body and a few scattered tattoos on his arms and chest. His jeans fell to the muscles of his V, a bit low due to not fitting his thin physique. This contradicted how the denim fit his thin legs tightly. He was pale, a light almost-white shade except for the cold flushing blood to his chiselled cheeks, bringing a hazel color to be more apparent in his eyes. His bleached white hair stood on end, as he pushed his hand through it, letting the cool air seep into his skin

The air was cold on his skin, tensing his muscles. Withing a moment Johnny heard a movement at the door, thanks to the old building. He turned his head, seeing a familiar face. “Ah, Sunshine” he smirked, not minding the cold anymore. “I was wondering where you wen-...are you blushing, Sunshine?” Oh, he was not letting this go. A purring chuckle left his throat as he let out a smoky breath, his exhale visible from the cold. If he were to guess, that blush heated her from the cold quickly.

He leaned against the wall, chuckling. “What are you looking at?” Johnny smirked, biting his lip a bit in amusement. "Like what you see, darling?" Johnny teased. After watching her a moment, he pushed himself to stand, walking by her, poking her nose affectionately as he pulled the shirt over his head.

“What a shame” he said with a sly tone as he looked over his shoulder. “New shirt, and you just happened to be there.” Johnny pushed a hand through his hair as he put a cigarette to his lips.

“Getting flustered, love?” Johnny smirked devilishly. “Right place, right time?” he lit it with a smirk, taking an easy drag.
((sorry this was short i have practice in liek 10 minuets))

“and you chose to walk up here, yeah?” Johnny saw the effect he had on the girl, making him smirk. “Maybe next time, ma cherie.” The French rolled off his tongue- pretty much the only bit he remembered from living in Canada- huskily with a wink.

Johnny bit his lip in thought. Think, Johnny. You knew this He used to speak well when he was young, his grandparents had taught him the language. Now, he had long forgotten what he had been taught. "Ça fait longtemps que j'ai parlé." he stuttered

“Ill see you around, Love” He waved, walking downstairs to the stage. Johnny found himself smirking as he whistled, walking downstairs.
((to the stage??))

//So was I...hahah. Mine was they’re back in the closet and she looks up and his lips happen to be there...whatever you want :)

((Im not good at deciding things hahah. i don’t mind either))

((I honestly don’t care ahah. You can pick))