Rebound (Feat. Johnny Depp)

Chapter 3: Not Thinking Straight

Chapter Three: Not Thinking Straight

 “This is where you’ll be staying. Sorry it’s sort of a mess... I haven’t had company in a while. Well, not company that has to come in my room at least.” Johnny winked at me jokingly as he showed me to his room. 

 “Thank you so much...” I began, but he cut in. “It’s not a problem deary. Thats what neighbors are for.”. I smiled. “I’m not your neighbor..” I reminded him. He looked at me and smirked. “Fine. Thats what roommates are for.” he laughed. 

 I smiled, but I knew my smile was fake. I felt like I was intruding, and I felt extremely bad about that fact that this whole time, he was being so extremely sweet, but all I could think about was how amazingly attractive he was. I was being a typical bitch... 

 “The bathroom is right down the hall and to the left, you can’t miss it. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” He smiled at me, and began to leave. “How old are you?” I asked him before he reached the door to leave. He turned back and looked at me once again.

 “Twenty-four. Why?” he asked. “Nothing, nothing”. He didn’t believe me obviously. “No. Why d’you want to know? Be honest.” he said, slowly walking over to me. I sat down on the bed and looked down at my legs. Suddenly, I realized that I was wearing shorts and you could see all of my old self harm scars running down to my knees. Yet, he hasn’t said a word about them... 

 When I looked up, he was standing in front of me, only about a foot away. “No reason. Just wondering. You look young, thats all.” I told him. Which wasn’t entirely true either. 

 I wanted to get to know him more. “Tell me about yourself.” I told him. He smirked and sat down next to me. “I was born in Kentucky, moved around a lot as a child, finally arriving in Florida when I was fifteen. My parents divorced around the same time, and I began self harming for a little while,” he said, glancing at my scars for a split second, “took up music, dropped out of school, and started working with bands. I played guitar in a band called The Kids, and then I did some more work along the way I guess. Then I met Nicholas Cage, he introduced me to his agent, I got a roll in the film ‘Nightmare On Elms Street”, and then landed another roll on the tv series ‘21 Jump Street’. We just finished season one. Now here I am.” he smiled as he finished. 

 ‘Thats where I know his name from...’ I thought to myself. “Your turn.” he told me. I didn’t know where to start. 

 “Born in Oregon, travelled across the country my whole life, until finally landing in Florida, then Alabama when I was about six. Parents divorced when I was nine, started self harming when I was ten, didn’t stop until I was eighteen. Started dancing and acting when I was about two, going to various studios until I landed in Triple Threat Studio. Got engaged when I was sixteen...” I said, very embarrassed at the last thing, “but my financé died when I was seventeen... Lived with my abusive parents for a few years, then I started dating Alex, got kicked out of my parents house when I was eighteen, moved in with Alex, got abused by him daily but couldn’t work up the courage to leave, got a job teaching dance to children as soon as I finished high school, did that for a year, now here I am.” I finished, mocking his story telling abilities. 

 Johnny looked at me for a long time, staring deep into my eyes. “Such similar paths we led, and yet they never crossed.” he said at last. I stared back into his gorgeous eyes, then down at his lips. I knew something about this was wrong. I hard only just met him. This isn’t how its supposed to go. You don’t just meet someone and then fall in love. It’s not like a Disney fairy tail. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t help myself. 

 Suddenly, he reached out his hand and placed it gently on the back of my neck. He looked down at my lips, pulled me closer, and then pressed his lips against mine. Gently, but with passion all at the same time. 

 Without breaking connection, I slid around so that I was facing him with my whole body. I placed each legs on either side of him so that they rested on his hips. He pulled me closer. So much closer that I could feel his chest against my own. I ran my hand through his hair, and the other around his back, feeling his bicep again my shoulder. 

 He held me tightly, not breaking the connection of our lips for a second. Finally, he lifted me up, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and set me on my back at the top of my bed. Finally, he broke the connection of our lips, and got onto the bed so that he was right over me.

 We both smirked. “This is so wrong...” I told him, but kept smiling. He laughed at me, and grabbed me again, kissing me with a hot passion that I’d never imagined. I’d kissed people before. Girls and boys, but never was it like this. This took over my whole body. I felt protected, loved, and vulnerable all at the same time. I could feel the passion running right down to my toes. Everything else in my life, my past, my future, just slipped away. This was a real kiss.

 He laid down next to me, both of us on our sides, and I grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He had many tattoos, but I wasn’t focused on that right now. I began to pull off my own shirt, pulling it over my head, leaving me in nothing but a black laced bra, exposing ever scar I had ever put on my stomach. 

 He began to kiss my neck, in a way no one else ever had. His breath was heavy and the feeling of his lips on my skin was amazing. As he grazed my shoulder with his lips, I flinched. He had grazed the spot that Alex had last hit me. A large bruise was in its place. He stopped, and looked back at my eyes. 

 “I can’t...” I said quietly. “I don’t want you to just be a rebound...” I finished. He nodded, understandingly, and kissed me once more, before he turned and laid on his back next to me. Without thinking, I laid my head on his chest and wrapped on leg around him. He kissed my forehead, and I closed me eyes. 

 “I’m sorry... That just wouldn’t be thinking straight...” I said, before drifting into a deep sleep. One I hadn’t had in years.

Authors note: 

Once again, sorry its slightly like "Cold, Hungry, and Torn", but its kind of difficult when you guys NEVER give me suggestions... So.. Yeah... Hope you like it anyway.   ---Hazel