right or wrong, open

[johnny]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: vienna day , aka the lovely face OUTFIT: bah, i'll get it later ONE LAST THING: ohheythere.

”Oh, so are you cooking now?” he teased, leaning back in his chair. Was she cooking or was she having some chef creates their meal? He would love for her to cook, but knew that not everyone knew how to cook without burning water. After all, he had once been a beginner as well. Oh, the memory of his first burnt toast filled his mind. Johnny’s mother often told him that he should have become a chef, and ever since moving to a new town, he wondered if he could change his job. He hadn’t gone to college to become a personal trainer; he had gone to become a business man. Both options seemed like it would go great with his idea of life, but Johnny realized he had no money to start a business. Personal training was just what he would have to do for the time being.

The clatter of something falling brought him out of his trance and he bent down and picked it up, giving her a small smile. He didn’t respond, only took in the pretty brunet. She, too, had gone through a hard time and he knew that she would understand. But he didn’t want the words to pour out of his mouth, so he bit his tongue and looked at the salad. A broken heart was hard to express and it also had a lot to do with why he was the way he was. There was no reason he should joke about things that weren’t funny, but his broken heart had changed him. It was a defense mechanism, his humor, and Johnny knew that. People hid their feelings deep beneath the surface, while he used humor. That was the reality. His jokes in awkward moments were because he had no idea what else to say. And with nothing else to say but what he was trying to say, humor seemed to work.

A laugh escaped his lips. ”I would die for that picture. Please make a copy if this ever happens” he teased, his foot rubbing up and down her leg. They were playing footsey, but he couldn’t tell if this was the reaction she had wanted. It was hard, feeling out a new person and knowing their limits and this was all guess. She was pretty enough but her eyes held hurt and betrayal and Johnny wanted to change that. He wanted to be the one to give her hope, just like he wanted her to be the one to show him how it was to love again. Love was a four letter word he had forgotten how to say to someone other than his mother or father and he hated that idea. Love was supposed to be magical, and if he couldn’t even say it, how was it supposed to be magical? ”Wiggle? I wouldn’t dream of it. I am a man that keeps his word” Johnny ran his fingers through his hair before having the last bite of salad. He said nothing about it, not wanting to end his encounter with her.

Biting his tongue, he heard his stomach growl once again. He was still hungry and wanted a pastry, but wanted to make sure that she finished first. Creating a fake cough, he gave her a sheepish smile. ”How’s the soup? I’m sure I could make better soup, but I may have a biased opinion” he said, relaxing back into the chair as he stretched his arms. Johnny’s blue eyes glanced at the puddle where the mess had been earlier and saw that nothing was left. Huh, it didn’t seem that long ago that flecks of dressing had come onto his shirt and created a conversation. And honestly, he was glad that he had had the chance to get to know her. Vienna Day was a lovely girl whom he was proud to have met.

tell me that we both matter dont we

TEMPLATE BY: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MIKEY ! @ CAUTION.

[VIENNA DAY]

She cooked, yes. One of the only house chores she was able to efficiently perform without the aid of staff specifically employed for the sort of duty. Her father had equipped their kitchen with the state of the art cooking equipment, for the staff to provide the Day family with the best meals possible. By the age of thirteen Vienna was the one using the kitchen, making meals that even Charlotte could not badmouth. Still, she could see why Johnny wouldn't believe that she could cook, from the fancy and snobbish taste and style she had exhibited. It came with the high class lifestyle, which was hard to shake. "I will be cooking the dinner, all by myself. Consider yourself special, because I rarely cook anymore," Vi told him, genuine smile slapped across her face. The last time she had taken control of any kitchen had been with Odessa, making some odd concoction she swore was a delicacy in some country Vienna had failed to pronounce. Those memory still hurt, like a fresh cut.

He was ever the gentleman, also reaching down to sweep up her fork when it had clanged to the ground. The fork sat safely on the table and Vienna then had a lack of things to do to occupy herself. She felt self conscious, knowing that Johnny was across the table gazing at her. Thoughts popped into her heads, ones large and unavoidable, so she had to confront them. What did he see when he looked across the table at the petite girl with the out place accent? Vienna knew the marks of her past were obvious, in her stare and coming across in some of the things she spoke. Her actual question was how did he perceive the foggy hints that were displayed? A piece of her hoped that Johnny would not view her as hopeless, wallowing in things she could not alter. Maybe the larger piece of her wanted Johnny to take her in as a project, one that would progress through affection and understanding. Love could also be threaded into the solution. He was doing funny things to her thoughts, obviously. But she more than liked it.

Lightness dabbed into the conversation with the welcoming of a laugh rolling off of Johnny's lip. Vi suddenly thought that she wanted to hear him laugh more, be the cause for his laughter. "I'll have to carry a camera on me at all times then," she informed him, easiness igniting in her eyes and lighting up her stare. Fidgety, she pulled on her hair, looking over at Johnny with an almost shy stare. Almost yelping, she was surprised to find how comforting it was to have Johnny's foot travel up and down her leg. In response her tiny feet locked around one of his, holding on securely with no intent of letting go. Only a hint of a smile played at her lips but her eyes clearly displayed her glee. "Technically you didn't set this date in question, I did. But your sincerity is something I'll keep in mind." She shot back her words quickly, a flare of flirtation glazing over her words. Former Vienna was peeking out, eager to see the prospect seated across the table.

There was no denying that a ravenous growl came from Johnny's stomach. Leafy greens apparently weren't fitting the bill for the growing boy. Vienna unabashedly giggled at him, looking down at his stomach. "I think your stomach is trying to tell you something." She glanced down at her bowl then and gave a tiny shrug of her shoulders. Honestly she had forgotten she had even ordered anything to eat. "It's cold by now and surely no good." Looking back at Johnny she tugged lightly on his leg, which was still kept secure by her own legs. Quickly she glanced away, looking out to the span of the restaurant, making herself appear unassuming. She even whistled out a three note tone to exaggerate her independence. This was the most playful she had been in a good while. "Do you want any dessert?" The main meal was already through with and with a stomach growling he surely wanted something else to fill the empty. Dessert could fill that need, surely.

for j squared. <3
some amount of words.
outfit.
uhmk i love them so much.