P.J.: A Love Story

Are you dating Johnny Knoxville?

The next morning was an insane rush to the airport to get on the private jet.  First set of shows were in Europe, so there was a connecting flight in New York.

Sky walked, sleepily, through the airport while the paparazzi commemorated it with a bunch of snapping flashes. She wore sunglasses, a jackass hoodie, leggings, and skate shoes.  Her dyed blonde hair was in a messy bun.  She wasn't on stage so she didn't wear make up.  She held a Starbucks coffee in one hand and had her cross body carry on over her shoulder.  She usually answered paparazzi questions, but not today.

"Are you excited about your tour?!"

"Where are you going first?"

"Are you and Johnny Knoxville dating?"

Sky stopped dead in her tracks and turned to the cameraman asking the question.  "What?"

"He was seen going to your show with flowers and he posted pictures of you two; are you dating?!"

"Wow, you guys know more than I do, I guess," she said under her breath.  She was not in the mood for all this. She stayed up way to late with Johnny and scrambled to pack right before they left.  Her plan was to nap it out on the plane, but she forgot to factor in the press.

Mary put an arm around her protectively and steered her away from the crowd, through the airport.

"By the way, what exactly happened last night?" Mary asked conspiratorially.

"Uhhhhh well, we didn't do it, if that's what you mean."

"That's exactly what I mean."

Sky let out a small laugh, "I know."

"So! Spill it!"

Sky gave a complete rundown of their night.

"Woooooow! Okay, so now, play it cool."

As soon as they boarded the jet, Sky pulled her phone out and googled her name and Johnny and saw an article in TMZ.

"Johnny Knoxville, pictured above, carrying flowers and champagne to the Sky Thomas show in LA.  We didn't know he liked pop music, but he seems excited for the show."  There were two pictures.  One of him walking in with the guys and roses and champagne.  My god, was he delicious.  Then a screen cap of his instagram post of them.

Coincidentally, he texted her that same moment.

PJ – We have a little blurb in TMZ. Blush.

ST – Yeah, they asked me at the airport if we're dating.

PJ – What did you tell them?

Butterflies.  What did he THINK she WANTED to tell them!

ST – Nothing. I ignored the question.

Sky watched the screen.  He read the text and she saw the tell tale sign of him replying in the dot dot dot.  Then it stopped.  Oh, no, she thought, did I say something wrong???

PJ – Good tactic.

That's a vague text, she thought.

"Shit," Johnny said. "Why did I just text her that?!"
    "Text her what," Jeff asked, only half paying attention. 
"I don't know what's wrong with me; I just texted her and told her about the thing in TMZ."
"So?"  Jeff was involved with something on his computer and looked up briefly.
"She said they asked her at the airport if we're dating and she didn't say anything back." He instinctually pouted. 
Jeff looked up at him, "What, are you a 13 year old girl now?"
"Jeff, you know I'm sensitive!" He was half serious, but he laughed anyway.
"Knox, this is weird, can we not talk about this stuff?"
"Yeah, I guess," Johnny slumped in his chair.
I guess I'm over reacting, he thought, we didn't even GO on a date.
He tried to restrain from texting her, but he couldn't stop himself.

PJ – Soooooooo. How's the tour so far?

ST – Haha, well, I'm on the plane so, so far so good.

PJ – I hear they call those private jets "PJ." So technically, you're riding me right now.

ST – you're such a dork

PJ – Guilty as charged, madam. And maybe overly sexualized.

ST – Well, I can't fault you for that. I AM amazingly hot.

PJ – Yes. You are. Blush.

ST – I was joking.

PJ – I wasn't.

ST – I've said it before and ill say it again.

PJ – You think I'm amazingly sexy and want to have my babies?

ST – HAHAHA

PJ – frowny face

ST – you're a dork.

What she really wanted to write was YES YES YES!  She wasn't the maternal type, but thinking of having little baby Johnnys gave her butterflies.  Not to mention, TRYING to get pregnant.  She imagined how much fun it would be to be married to him and how she could see his naked body everyday.  And his adorable smile.  And hear his voice and that accent that did things to her.  She put her headphones on and listened to music, once again, falling asleep thinking of him.