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"Voilà."

Johnny handed me a, what he called, peanutellsugar sandwich. It basically is a slice of bread with peanut butter and nutella mixed together, with negligible amounts of sugar. It sounds very strange, but he assured me that the knowledge of this mysterious combination was passed down from generation to generation in his family, and that it's the best snack.

I sat cross-legged on the 'island' in the middle of the kitchen and watched Johnny pace around while he was making the sandwich.

Now, as I judgmentally looked all over it, he placed both of his hands on the counter, on either side near where my thighs rested.

"It can taste more differently because you've had a cigarette. But still good." he added and motioned me to try.

I took a bite while looking at his waiting expression. He was right, I still felt tobacco on my tongue but it's been dominated by the taste of peanuts.

I slowly chew, finding the flavors one after another. You can compare it to just peanut butter but with chocolate and the sugar, which gave it a perfect aftertaste. It tasted simply.. delicious.

"You like it, don't you?" he asked excitedly.

I nodded my head vigorously and he smiled happily, proud of himself. This might be my favorite sight in the whole universe.

For the entire time one thing was troubling me.

"Johnny?" I earned the attention and he hummed while eating his own piece of peanutellsugar sandwich. I explained to him how I found him, with the cigarette. "Please, be careful next time. I don't want you to end up like Baudelaire orphans' parents."

He just stood there for a while, taking all the informations in. "Shit," he replied still wandering a bit in his thoughts. "Sorry, I will be cautious. Thank you."

We then talked about some non-important things, and although it was almost 3 am, I still didn't feel any tired.

"How about we play the 20 Questions?" Johnny asked as we were thinking of ways to spend time.

"You mean, the game where you put out your heart in hand to other person, trusting they won't tell everything to some other people?" I asked and he giggled.

"I see you're experienced. So? What do you say?" he replied.

I don't know why, but as I thought about it, it seemed exciting to the point where even the butterflies appeared.

Just imagine the vibe: late at night, you're talking with your best friend in the kitchen. It indeed feels like you two are the only people in the whole world, not giving a shit about anything. Only the things you're gonna have to say to one another. It was hella better than some sleep, if you ask me.

I am super curious what questions Johnny will come up with and also what I'll get to know about him.

We decided to lock in ourselves whatever we'll say by making a pinky promise. Right now I left my whole trust in him and I didn't feel even a bit anxious about it. There's no such power that would make me stop believing in Johnny's word.

"Where to start, hm.." he leaned back on the counter, after turning on the kettle so the water for tea could boil.

"Something you've always wanted to ask but couldn't find a right moment." I mean, that's what I'd do.

He bit his lip in thought, then left it alone and looked first into the darkness behind the window and then at me.

"Where does your accent come from? I've never heard it before."

I told him the story about my dad's job offer and stuff. "I was born and raised in Poland. I learned how to speak english but never really an actual accent. We've moved to LA when I was already 17, so all the basics stayed in and that's why it sounds so mixed."

"You're saying you know how to speak polish?" he asked, even somehow amazed. I nodded. "I've been there maybe twice, with the Vampires, and I believe this language is impossible to learn." he added.

"I mean, it might be a little hard. Even I sometimes had problems with speaking it, goddamn." I replied, remembering the sweet school times.

Johnny poured, the already boiled, hot water into the cups with teabags in it.

"Will you teach me some of it?" he suddenly asked, handling me one of the cups.

"What?"

"Will you teach me?" he repeated, "It's hard but by no means not interesting."

"What do you need polish for?" I questioned. I'm not sure if I even remember it correctly.

"And what do you need french for?" he countered, smile never leaving his face.

"Well," I started. "French is a lovely language and it sounds very cool. Polish, however, is just a way to curse every single thing in the universe you don't like, without anybody noticing how filthy you talk because nobody understands-" I stopped as I realized I was giving him the actual reason.

He chuckled, "Yes, exactly."

I told him I'll think about it and we made our way into the saloon again, since the couches are more comfortable than kitchen counters.

As I sat down, he wandered to open the one big curtain, revealing a window and a pitch black sky, brightened by, only sometimes, the lightnings. I don't think I've ever lived through a storm that lasted that long.

"Your turn." he communicated, sitting down and grabbing the cup of tea, blowing lightly to make the hot temperature run out.

He rested his feet on the table and motioned me to put my legs over his. We sat together on one couch, so it was more comfortable than sitting just with my legs crossed.

He rested his forearms on my sweatpants-covered calves and still held the hot cup in the air, careful not to burn my skin.

Johnny called Lily-Rose earlier, to ask if I can borrow some sweats, because, well, my trousers were a terrible choice to sleep in. She was really nice and agreed. I found one fitting me, although she was a little shorter than me.

"Do you sometimes have a conversation in your head, or even talking to yourself, with all the characters you've played?" I think that after all these years of portraying so many different people, he must've placed some of them in his heart.

"You mean, walking around while looking for alcohol and going like: where's the bloody rum?" he used his Jack Sparrow voice, making my lips curve out a grin.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Well, sometimes, but mostly I just think what they'd do, in some situation, if I wasn't myself but they were me. It's great fun." he replied, gesticulating hell of a lot.

"What scares you the most? It's really simple but I don't think you've ever told me." he asked.

"I'm terrified of someone kidnapping me, that's for sure." I said and he hid his smile against the cup. "Hey, that's not funny!"

"Oh, no, not at all." he quickly replied, faking the seriousness all the way through.

"I also have a thing for motorcycles. It's so weird, like, for example, when you take a turn, how do you know it's safe and you just won't hit the ground because it looses balance? I would never." at the word motorcycle his eyes lit up, but he didn't say anything.

"What annoys you the most when you meet new people?" I asked and he wondered a bit before answering.

"When they don't actually wanna have anything to do with you, only to make a video and take a photo to show to their friends. It's horrible." I agreed. I don't have a lot of fans, I'm not even sure if any, but this must really feel like you're some sort of toy to play with. "What about you?"

"When someones does everything just to get attention from the other person. And you stand there awkwardly, waiting for some excuse to leave." I replied and he nodded his head energetically with big eyes.

The storm started to get weaker, there weren't so many lightnings anymore and it was even becoming brighter outside. I couldn't hear the rain pouring on the roof no more. We had only little lights on, that went all around the room, and the cold, blue daylight started sneaking inside to battle it.

Johnny sat in the way where both of the lights, cold and warm, appeared on his face and - believe me - it was a mesmerizing view.

I can't tell what time it is, but it feels like we're experiencing the reborn of the world.

"What's the absolute strangest dream you've ever had?" he asked and I can surely say that my heart missed a beat. Shit, shit, what am I supposed to say? I don't think lying is the best option, this man knows me inside and out.

Hold on - it doesn't have to be about other person or anything. Just a normal one. Alright, everybody calm down. "Probably when my teacher asked me to make her a name day present and I did. I got chocolates from somewhere and she was so happy I actually did a present, but when she looked inside, it turned out I ate it. As she asked me why I did it, I simply replied: because I was hungry, like it didn't mean anything in the world."

He laughed, quite confused. "But why the teacher?"

"I have no idea." I replied while shaking my head, equally confused.

I took a sip of my tea that was almost all gone. "What's, by far, the funniest nickname you've ever been called?" I asked and he giggled to himself before telling.

"This one's really.. strange." he started, visibly very embarrassed. "It's a part of me, that someone called.. deppbooty."

I looked at him in disbelief, but he only confirmed it by nodding.

He wasn't joking.

I bursted out with loud laugh that probably the Lucifer himself heard in hell and got concerned. Johnny shushed me with a finger against his lips and I suddenly remembered that there are people sleeping.

I put my hand over my mouth and somehow managed to take a breath through my nose.

"Oh, come on," he let out a growl of pure embarrassment, "it's not that funny." he added, smiling himself by now.

"Oh, the thing itself not, but imagine," I started, sitting straight again. "Someone in their daydreams about you going: oh my god, I can't believe-" I took a deep breath to stop the laugh, "I can't believe I got this whoole deppbooty for myself."

I am really aware this might not be that funny, but I have a certain skill that makes everything go hilarious in my head. Until this day, I still can't figure out why am I like this. Don't blame me.

Johnny firstly let out a short laugh but it quickly turned into a hysterical one, as he watched me fall apart from my own joke. We just sat there for a moment, laughing soundlessly which was making everything even funnier.

We eventually calmed down enough to talk again. "Elektra Jones, what have you done to me to make me laugh like an idiot out of something not that funny?" he asked, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

"My last name isn't Jones." I giggled.

"How should I know? You've never told me what is."

My last name doesn't go with my name, so I mainly use just Elektra. Not a lot of people actually know my surname, including Johnny.

"And I won't." I smiled slyly. "Now your turn."

"What was the song you related to the most when you were a teen?" he asked and I replied almost immediately.

"Vienna by Billy Joel. My whole thinking in a nutshell, I actually felt very called out."

"Oh, this song is something else. I felt pretty much the same." he answered, taking the last sip from his tea.

"Alright, something more serious," I started and he laughed.

"I'm not drunk enough for that."

"I haven't even asked the question yet," I chuckled and he mumbled a sorry, motioning me to finish. "What are ideal features for your partner?"

He snorted, "Definitely not drunk enough for this one," but as I offered him a glare he actually seemed to think about the answer. "You're asking what's my type?"

"Yeah, you can put it like that."

He drew circles on my leg with his fingers while thinking about the answer.

He smiled as, if I see correctly in this weird light, his cheeks got a little pink. "Uh, I don't really have one, to be honest. I like when someone's passionate and not taking everything seriously." he puffed his lips and continued thinking. "Confidence also really counts. And if we're talking appearance then it's more brunette, slim but not really thin so we could wrestle and stuff." as he finished he looked kinda nervous. "Yeah, that's all. Now, you."

I snapped my head at him, "Me too?"

"M-hm," he nodded and a smile crept onto his lips. "So it'd be fair."

Oh man, now I understand what he meant by being nervous. It's basically explaining your whole taste you have for the opposite gender, actually telling it to them.

"Uhm," What do I like in men? Men, because, well, I'm straight as a ruler. "Sense of humor, calmness, and respect - when they are gentlemans." I tore my gaze away from the window and looked over at Johnny to see him listening, like I did before. "Brunettes, basic but I really like muscled arms, they are kinda center of attractiveness, and," accidentally Johnny's bare tattoo-covered arms came into my vision. "Tattoos, it's cool but not too much of them. I don't mind a little beard, but I'd rather pick a clean-shaved." I said and he mumbled some curse under his breath.

I laughed and he was about to ask the next question when suddenly we heard the creak of the door opening upstairs.

"What if we woke someone up?" I whispered.

"Then we are in big trouble," he whispered back. Damn, I've never imagined his voice sounding like this in whisper. I giggled.

"What?" he asked, looking confused.

I giggled quietly again, "Nothing. You have a funny voice once you begin to whisper." Funny, but by no means not rough and low. I would compare it to the cat's purring, and I'm pretty sure it could cause chills if he was closer.

"How dare you make fun of my voice?" he whispered, sounding offended. "Anyway, if anything, we're just ghosts haunting this house, not actual people taking consequences." This statement plastered a wide smile on my face.

We heard another door opening and Johnny let out a sigh of relief. "It's just the bathroom door."

"So, does that mean I can stay in my human form?" I asked and nodded firmly.

We waited for a while before the door closed again and went back to our game.

"What makes you sad? But in the way you could just burst in tears?"

"Oh man, people leaving. It's the worst shit ever." I replied and he agreed with a nod.

"What makes you angry?" only at the thought, he already had furrowed his brows.

"Lying," he replied almost immediately, "and cheating. Can't stand that."

I wasn't paying attention to my tiredness until I actually felt a need to yawn. As I looked out the window, I saw all the bright colors announcing the sunrise.

"Do you know what time is it?" I asked and he thought for a second before diving a hand through his jewelry that sat on the table.

He put out a watch and looked closely at the hour. "4:45. Something like that."

Shit. "Recordings start at 9:30, right?" I asked to make sure and he nodded. I'm seriously wondering how will I be able to even open my eyes with the amount of sleep I'm gonna get today. Which is probably none or a very little.

As on cue, Johnny yawned as well. "How about two more questions and then we'll try to get any sleep?" I questioned and he agreed.

"Alright, my turn." Johnny started. "Why didn't you wanna go out, you know, back then? I've been thinking because maybe you just didn't want to and you felt like it's too early-"

"Johnny," I interrupted, "It wasn't any of this, just," and I explained to him the situation with Elsie. "Though now it doesn't matter. I mean, we're in the same movie so it's not that weird anymore."

He listened carefully the whole time. "Oh, okay. Good to know. I won't have to think about it no more." he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Why would he bother so much? I mean it's just simple going out. We can do it anytime.

"What was the time you think I looked absolutely hilarious?" Was my last question.

"You mean, except everyday?" Oh, this bastard!

I gave his arm a punch and took my legs from him.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I really like your style." I looked at him and his expression actually said he meant it. "I'd say.." after a moment a smile appeared on his lips. "When I was at your house the other night, after Joe's birthday, and you had your mascara smudged adorably around your eyes. You looked like Beetlejuice."

I laughed before answering, "I thought the same thing!"

The sun already peeked a little, letting a stream of faint yellow light enter the room.

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