Gun Shot of Love ( A Johnny Gat Love Story )

Chapter 1

(better version of my story thats on Quotev ;) )
The girl walked down the sidewalk of Stilwater with her dark brown hair out from the ponytail she had in it before. She sighed and looked down at her black and white high top converse. One of the laces were coming loose making the girl kneel and start retying it. As she did this she thought of how she was going to go see her boyfriend. Once the girl stood back up lots of bullets shot out making her quickly take cover next to a large withered church with gray bricks. "The hell?" She gasped. The gunshots sounded all around her making her duck and quiver. What's going on she thought. She noticed her hands were on the muddy ground making her frown and use her pants to wipe off the mud. Out of nowhere a bullet shot right next to her face hitting the wall of the church to the right of her. "Shit!" She screamed as many other bullets shot at her. One hit her arm. Another bullet hit her shin. She screamed in pain hearing more bullets and seeing men in yellow. "Help me..." She silently muttered soon blacking out and hearing the bullets and men yelling before darkness taking over her. When she woke up she grabbed her head and grunted. A man was sitting at the far end of the couch sleeping and snoring. He had spiky black hair with blonde tips and rectangle glasses on his soft yet bold face. His snoring was very quiet but still hearable. She looked down at her wounds remember when she got them. She saw that they both were wrapped up and had blood all over them. Her hand gently grazed over the wounds wincing. Looking down she saw a roll of gauze wrap and scissors. The room they were in was filled of posters of a girl named 'Aisha' and some other women. Trying to get up and putting her leg over the couch the girl slowly put her legs over the couch. Wincing as she slowly got up, hopefully not waking the man. She limped towards the door about to grab the door knob when groaning from the end of the couch came over her ears. She looked over her shoulder seeing the man slowly getting up from the couch. He glanced at the couch not seeing her there. His eyes widened when he saw her about to open the door. The expression on his face turned to an angry and determined look. He took steps toward her making her worried and scared. She grabbed the knob and struggled and twisted it and noticed it was locked. "Fuck." She muttered under her breath. About to look over her shoulder to see how close the man was to have her whole body weight lifted up from a grip on her neck. Seeing the man gripping tight on her neck she cried. "Let me go!" She yelled grabbing his wrist. The man gave her an angered expression then dropped her to the ground and walked back to the couch. The girl held her neck in pain and looked at the man. "Asshole." She muttered. The man looked back at her. "What did you call me?" The man said giving a threatening tone. The girl rolled her eyes. "Do I have to repeat myself? I called you an asshole!" She yelled. All the man did was just chuckle and walk toward his desk. Grabbing a gun and taking it apart. "Maybe you should be more grateful to me ya know?" The man chuckled. "Why should I?" She argued. "Well long story short I saved you from a group of Vice Kings and took out your bullets." The man corrected. Rolling her eyes the girl sat back on the sofa and closed her eyes. "What's your name anyway?" The girl asked with an uncaring voice. The man sat down the taken apart gun and looked up at her. "Johnny. Johnny Gat." Johnny smirked. "Since this is an old cliché I have to say my name too. My name is Avery McFerrin." Avery grunted. Avery played with her thumbs, trying to ignore the pain in her leg and arm. A sigh escaped her mouth making Johnny look up at her when trying to put the gun back together. "Thank you by the way..." Avery sighed, hoping that Johnny got what he wanted. All Avery heard was a chuckle. Suddenly the door burst open showing a stern faced dark man with in afro at the doorway. Walking in he glanced at me and waved. Getting a happy person to be around her made Avery feel better instead of being around this asshole. "Sit down." Johnny signaled to the dark man. The man sat down and looked at Johnny. "So you're Julius' new boy huh? You don't look like much. Then again it doesn't look like I have an eight inch cock so we're both full of surprises." Johnny chuckled. Being the easy laughable person on earth, Avery just had to giggle. Johnny glanced to the side of the other man, looking at her. "So you do laugh." He chuckled and smirked. A tint of red came to her cheeks and covered her face soon.

Avery's P.O.V.-----
I giggled and blushed. I just met Johnny, so how can he be such a charmer already? Questions swam around my mind, blocking out the conversation of the men in the back of her head. The only word she heard was kill. The dark man got up and left. My eyes following him as he left. Does he even talk? During the conversation I never heard another voice besides Johnny's. Cutting me off from my thoughts a loud yawn went through the room. I glanced up at Johnny, who was looking at his phone for a moment, then sat it down and looked at me. I broke the stare and looked down. "How old are you Ave?" Johnny asked using his knife to clean out his finger nails. "2-5-5." I muttered a little surprised from the nickname. He smirked. "How old are you." I asked. "Older than you but a just by a bit." He smirked. I sank into the couch and drifted off in a matter of seconds. My eyes fluttered open when a hand shook my shoulder waking me to see Johnny. "Wake up sleepy head. You're going to get canonized." A sigh escaped my mouth, making Johnny roll his eyes. I slowly got up and followed Johnny to the door. But I suddenly stood dead in my tracks. "Canonized?"