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The roof, Sunday night

"Dude, I did something really stupid today," he said, talking into his cell phone.

"I kissed her. Just like that. Maaan!" Pause. "What?" Pause. "Well, yeah, she's hot." Johnny grinned. "Petite, blonde, perfect sized..." Johnny conversed with Reed for ten more minutes before he clicked his cell closed and shoved it in his pocket.

Walking over to the edge he looked down over the lawn and shoved his hands in his back pockets. Dick was going to kill him.

Or he could try.

"Maaan!"

(open like a roof!)

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Isabel sighed and decided to wait for details before reacting. "Who?"

He handed her back the bubbles and stared down between his feet, "Annette Hargrove." Johnny knew he shouldn't keep repeating this, but damn if he didn't need to talk about it.

"But she has a boyfriend!" A fact Isabel knew well considering they'd shared a cabin. "Why?"

"I know! I know! He's my fake bro! It was one of those uncontrollable things," he shrugged. "It just happened."

"Uncontrollable? Your lips just leapt off your face and landed on her?" Yes, that was a snicker.

"She was in my way?" God, no, that just sounded worse! "I was trying to erase these images Willow stuck in my head. The best way, I thought, to do that was to kiss a girl and kiss her quick."

"So you picked the one with a boyfriend?" Isabel rolled her eyes. "Yes, I see where stupidity is the operative word of the day. There's a zillion single girls in the school. You couldn't have waited twenty seconds to find one of them?"

"See? That's my point. Obviously I wasn't thinking." He sighed deeply. "Bad move. Bad bad move. But she was just standing there, alone, by herself, just standing there..."

"Impulse control," she said, blowing a string of bubbles at him and then gesturing with the wand. "Learn it. It's too late for it to save you tonight. Radio'll report it and Dick's probably going to come looking for you. But it might save you the next time."

"Dammit." he punched a bubble with his fingertip, not taking the wand. "Maybe I should just get a girlfriend."

Isabel stared. "Oh hell no."

Uh-oh. "Um. Oh hell no what?"

This part of the conversation required her full attention so Isabel put the wand back into the jar of bubbles and closed it. "Johnny, be serious here. If I were to go back and listen to the radio broadcasts since you've been here, how many different people would it say you hooked up with? Are you really willing to give that up for a girlfriend? Because I think you'd have to. I don't know many girls here that would be willing to put up with being one in a crowd."

He stared hard at her and listened carefully, "Isabel, out of every girl that has been linked to me on the radio, I've not slept with one of them if that is what you are implying. Nothing wrong with dating, kissing, snuggling. Everyone needs affection every now and again. I just like variety."

Johnny turned his head, looked down, "Are you saying I couldn't get a girlfriend if I wanted one?"

Isabel facepalmed because obviously that came out sounding worse then she intended. "I'm not implying you slept with all of them. Honestly. And even if you did, that's your business. And trust me, considering my personal dry spell is going into it's tenth month. I get the need for affection." She floundered a bit, not sure how to explain. "I think you could very easily get a girlfriend. You're funny, cute and good kisser. I just can't see things ending well."

Actually Johnny couldn't see things ending well either. "Excellent qualities you pointed out though, right Isabel? Funny, cute, a good kisser. Everything but steadfast commitment." He laughed lightly, the sound hardly humorous. "I get it, really. I like to have fun, play around. A girl doesn't need me bed-hopping..."

"Honestly? No, she doesn't," Isabel replied, wincing a little at the laugh. "But you're what? Sixteen? Seventeen? There's no rule that says you need to find your one true love right now." She bumped against his shoulder. "Those are excellent qualities. Honestly. What's wrong with making people laugh?"

He grinned a little and reached over to take her hand, just to hold it, nothing more than that. "Laughing is good. And I know it. I'm young, seventeen -" he looked at her, "- just had a birthday you know. I haven't gotten anything yet. Just a card from my sister and the others. But I did take myself to a Supercross convention. That was an excellent birthday gift!"

"Is that a hint?" she asked, giving his hand a squeeze and smiling. "Because I suppose I could come up with something if you give me a day or two."

"No. Absolutely not." Yes, it was a hint! "I don't need anything nor do I want you to worry about it. Just another day..." Johnny whistled and squeezed her fingers back gently.

"I'm probably going to end up with detention."

"Just another day my ass," Isabel laughed. "Birthdays are meant to be celebrated." Nevermind that her last birthday was spent miserable on Antar.

"Detention is annoying. But it doesn't seem as evil as it used to be. So you'll just waste a Saturday. I don't think you'll wind up traumatized." Yes, she was speaking from experience there.

"Yeah, well, mine is over with sweetheart, so I'm a little sore on the celebrating right now." A party! Yes!

"It is annoying. I've done it already. I like my Saturdays to do whatever I want." he said with raised brows.

"Well I still owe you dinner," she shrugged. "Maybe dessert will be birthday cake."

"You want to play, you're going to have to pay."

"Really?" That pumped him up. "Dinner and dessert would be nice. Great. I could do dinner and dessert. With you." His mind sort of went to a happy place and he didn't hear her last comment.

Isabel elbowed him lightly, laughing as she did so. "I meant real cake. Not any sort of metaphorical dessert. So don't get too excited."

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