Sleep-O

Chapter 4

            Johnny was beginning to regret setting up Steph and Steve-O.  They seemed to get along really well.  He hadn’t really had an opportunity to talk to her since the start of the trip, which also happened to be the first time since they hooked up six months ago.  It was before he even put his clothes back on that he realized it was a mistake.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  The sex had been amazing and he didn’t regret that at all.  It was the fact that he was “shitting where he eats,” so to speak.  This was Jeff’s little sister and if things went badly between them it could mean Knoxville’s career; at least with Jackass.

            He leaned back in his seat and glanced in the rear view mirror to see her, curling up, her head on Steve-O’s shoulder.  She looked comfortable.  Johnny thought he’d feel nothing for her – hopefully.  It had been so long since the hook up and there had been women since…  so why did it hurt to see her paying attention to Steve-O?  Johnny let out a sigh and rolled his head to look out the window.  The trees became just a green blur as he drifted back in time.  He could almost feel her hair in his hands… her hips pressed against his.  What Johnny didn’t know was that what he was thinking about was what Steve-O was fantasizing about – being with Steph.  Steve-O thought continually about what kind of sex they would have if they hooked up.  No doubt, it would be hot.

            Steph had noticed that her interactions with Johnny were awkward and tense, but tried her hardest to play them off.  He was the one who decided it was a one time thing – not her.  She wasn’t going to act like a love sick teenager over him.  Especially since Steve-O was there; he was a nice and welcome distraction.

            Finally, St.Petersburg.  It was 9 am and rainy and cold.  But that didn’t stop Steve-O from stripping down to the cheetah and running around being crazy.  Johnny ran a hand through his hair, which was becoming greasy from not bathing for a few days, as he plodded towards the front door of the hotel. 

            “Fuck, man, I’m exhausted,” he said towards the camera being run by Guch.  Steph was bouncing along behind him.

            “I feel great!”  She said with a huge grin.

            Johnny turned around, “you WOULD feel great!  You slept more than Sleep-O!”  They both shared a laugh and he gently body checked her into a trashcan.   

            “Hey!” Steph thunked into the can, banging her toes.  He turned around and flashed his award winning smile at her and kept walking.

            Inside the hotel, the crew was digging into the breakfast buffet; it was the most animated they seemed in days.  Steve-O was in the cheetah dancing around with the locals and Dimitry was playing the piano.  There was a press confrence with the head of the gumball in the corner.

            Steph eavesdropped on a conversation between Johnny and a few other gumballers.  There was the annoying brittish guy with dreads who did nothing but complain and the crazy drunk guy with poofy hair.  They were discussing taking a ferry the next day to avoid driving.

            Steph shook her head thinking about how taking a ferry defeats the purpose of the whole rally, but she kept her thoughts to herself and took her plate of eggs and sat down to eat.  Johnny had escaped the ferry debate and sat down next to her. 

            “So, I have a great idea of a prank to pull on Steve-O!”  He said in a hushed, yet excited, voice.

            Steph rolled her eyes, “I’m not sure I want to hear it.”

            Johnny ignored her comment and kept going, “Next time we stop to sleep- you’re going to act like you want to hook up with him and THEN we’re all gonna jump out and throw cold water on him!”  He trid to contain his laughter.