Work In Progress – Johnnie’s Book

I’ve been making the most out of the fellas and their momentary chattiness. Of course this would happen as I’m trying to get Julius’s synopsis done. I swear, they’re like a bunch of kids. When I want them to talk, they’re all quiet and serene, then the moment one of them starts chatting, they all want to talk at once and be the center of attention. I have Johnnie on somewhat of a schedule and am trying to do less of the hopping around stories, and more of the working on one thing at a time. It worked for Julius’s book, and so far *fingers crossed*, it seems to be working for Johnnie.

So I decided to share a scene. Here Johnnie has been behaving like his usual charming self while Chance is getting real tired of his bull and calls him out on it. It’s first person POV, Johnnie’s obviously. For those who don’t know Johnnie, he was in The Auspicious Troubles of Chance as one of the brats, had just turned 19, was a pain in Chance’s backside, foulmouthed, loud, and could drive anyone insane. He was also very troubled and reminded Chance too much of himself at that age. Now Johnnie is all grown up, 27 years old, devastatingly handsome, but just as troubled, foulmouthed, and can still drive anyone insane. But especially Chance. I think this scene sums up the dynamics between grown up Johnnie, Chance and Jacky pretty well.

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“What do I keep telling you?”

I thought hard for a moment. “Don’t leave the toilet seat up?”

“Besides that.”

“Which by the way makes no sense. We’re all guys.” There were eight bathrooms in the house. Did he realize how many toilet seats that was to keep track of? What was I, keeper of the bog? I couldn’t be the only one in a house full of fellas who left it up. That was just statistically unsound.

“That don’t mean we gotta live like animals.”

“When did you become such a dame?”

“About the same time you became a real prick.”

I merely shrugged the insult off. “Takes one to know one I guess.”

Chance came to loom over me, his index finger inches away from my nose. “Now you listen to me you ungrateful little shit. Henry doesn’t need to be on the receiving end of your bullshit. He deserves more respect than that.”

“Fuck you.” I swatted his hand away with a growl. He knew how much I hated when he did that, which of course was why he did it.

“I know you’re looking for a fight, but I ain’t giving you one.”

“Oh? And what the hell would you call this?”

“This is me worried about you and you know it.”

I let out a resigned sigh, my shoulders slumping. Chance had a habit of making me feel like that lost nineteen year old kid he’d met back in the desert. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“All right then.” He pressed his lips together before giving me a wink and held his arms out. “Come here and give me a hug.”

“Lay off.” I tried my hardest not to laugh and reminded myself I was annoyed with him. When I folded my arms over my chest and moved away from him, he gave up and walked over to the wingback chair, taking a seat and looking like the goddamn king of the castle.

“You’ll give in one of these days.”

I scoffed at that. “Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged all too easily.”

“You are unbelievable,” I said, shaking my head at the truly sinister smile on his face.

“I know.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Wasn’t it? It sure sounded like one to my ears.”

“Yeah well, you are screwy in the head.”

“I keep hearing compliments.”

“Shut up.” I narrowed my eyes at him and shoved my hands in my pockets. Why the hell was I sticking around? Surely it wasn’t because I wanted to. That would really mean it was time for me to get carted off to the loony bin. Chance, however, wasn’t all that concerned about the daggered look I was giving him, as per usual. I, on the other hand, was very concerned about the stupid smile on his face. It meant he was up to something.

“Remember what Jacky says, frowns are nothing but upside down smiles.”

“Jeepers Creepers, would you just shut the fuck up?”

“Glen’s a high-brow, gold-digging grease-ball.”

I froze to the spot. So we finally got to the heart of the matter. How did the bastard always manage to get the drop on me? No matter how ready I was to plant a fist in his face, Chance always knew how to burst my temperamental bubble. Damn him. I flopped down onto the couch feeling drained. “I know.”

“So why do you keep seeing him?”

I shrugged. Sure, I could make up a bunch of baloney, but Chance would see right through it. He always did.

“I do.”

My gaze shifted up to me his smug one. “Well don’t let me stop you from dazzling me with your brilliance.”

He chuckled. “Was I ever such a wiseass?”

“What the hell are you talking about? You still are!”

“Hm. Anyway, it’s because it’s easy.”

“Easy?” Well that was news to me. Glen had to be the most obnoxious Brit I had ever met. “You think putting up with his pain in the ass is easy?” I donned my best prissy accent. “Johnnie do stop slouching. Johnnie take me to London. Johnnie I need a new waistcoat.” Sometimes I just wanted to plant one in his whiny, pasty face.

“Easier than risking your heart and the heart of a good man like Henry. Yeah, it’s far easier. I should know.”

Damn him and his sound logic. “And here I thought Jacky just kept you around ‘cause you’re pretty.”

“Nope.” Chance wriggled his brows. “I happen to be amazing in the sack too.”

I groaned. Loudly. “Please shut up.”

“I do this thing with my tongue—”

“You are a monster!” I jumped to my feet, ignoring his laughter, and started to pace the room.

“Good talk.”

“Piss off!” My God, how the hell did Jacky put up with him? Speaking of Jacky, when I looked up, he was walking into the room. He came to stand next to Chance who made to give up his seat when Jacky simply put a hand to his shoulder. Jacky smiled widely at me.

“Having a heart to heart?”

I didn’t reply, merely narrowed my eyes at him. Chance decided to answer for me. “Yep.”

“How’s it going?”

“Good,” Chance replied, smiling at me. “He hasn’t even taken a swing at me yet.”

Jacky’s eyebrows went up. “Really?” He gave a nod and patted Chance on the back. “Impressive.”

“There’s still time,” I grumbled, wondering if they had somehow forgotten I was still in the room with them.

“I’m wearing him down,” Chance said pleasantly.

Jacky seemed pleased. “See? What did I tell you?”

“Don’t strangle him?”

“And hasn’t that worked out well?”

Chance shrugged. “It’s not as fun.”

I was standing right there. “You two are unbelievable.”

“I know,” Jacky replied with a chuckle.

“He’s corrupted you.” I couldn’t help my pout. “I don’t know why you keep him around.”

When Jacky’s eyes got that mischievous look, I should have run for the hills. “He’s good in the sack. He does this thing with his tongue—”

“Jesus! What is wrong with you two?” I threw my arms up, gagging when Chance leaned up to kiss Jacky. How could two such hardboiled mugs be so squishy and lovey and I think I’m gonna to be sick.

“I love you,” Chance purred.

Jacky planted a kiss on the tip of Chance’s nose. “I love you too, snugglepup.”

“I’m getting out of here before you two make me lose my lunch.”

When I walked out, it was to the sound of their infectious laughter, and damn it, if I didn’t end up with a dopey grin on my face. Bastards, the lot of them.

10 Comments

  1. This looks so good! I’m so looking forward reading more about them!

  2. @Valerie

    Karma’s kicking butt and taking names. LOL. Seven boys all between the ages of 6 and 20, wreaking their own personal brand of havoc inside Hawthorne Manor, and seeing as how poor Jacky isn’t very mobile these days, that leaves Chance, Johnnie, and Henry to do the chasing and disciplining. Good times.

  3. @Charlie Cochet

    Seven of them?! I think this is Karma’s way of getting back at Chance :)

  4. @Hayley B. James
    Thank you! Glad you like! Writing these fellas is too much fun. Probably because I get to curse a lot. Lol

  5. Aww. I love it. :) The flow made it such a nice read too. As per your usual. ;)

  6. @katsrus

    Hi Sue! Lol. With Johnnie and Chance, we’re lucky anyone else can get a word in. I think there’s some unspoken challenge between them of who can outwit who.

  7. That was a fun read. I like the way they just kept going back and forth. Felt like I was in the room watching it. LOL.
    Sue B

  8. @Valerie

    Aw, thanks! Well, now that the brats are all grown up, there’s a new generation of brats. They’ll be featured in the next post, all seven of them! Yep, the fellas certainly have their hands full. Tee hee.

  9. I love it! I’ve missed Chance, Jacky and the brats. I think I need a re-read :)

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