Johnny, Are You...16

Once I cleaned up the mess I made of Johnny's snack box, I went into the living room, to wait for Johnny to come home. I sat on the couch, as far away from Tyler(who was continuing to play video games and shout out the other F-word like it was the only word he knew) as I could. While Tyler and I were in the living room, Brad had gone into his room(probably to start cleaning, after I pointed out how dirty it was).

After half an hour of gaming, Tyler left for work(thank God), leaving me alone on the couch.  Sitting there, my mind went back to those photos of Johnny. How did that lean, mean, fighting machine turn into the sweet, chubby, sci-fi buff Johnny is now? Does he still box? Telling by how wonderfully fat he's become, it was obvious that, if he still boxed, it wasn't as much as he used to. Everything about Johnny was so kind and nice, it was almost impossible to imagine that he was once a fighter. Is that why he's an actor now? Because he was too sweet to keep hurting people? This whole boxing thing was giving me more questions than answers.

I have know idea how long I was thinking about those pictures, before Johnny and Charlie came home.  Charlie was on his cell phone, and went straight to his room. Johnny, on the other hand, saw me sitting on his couch, and gave me his huge, dimpled smile.
JOHNNY= "Hey, Toby!  Hope I didn't keep you waiting."
TOBY= "No, not at all.  I made cookies."
JOHNNY= "Sweet!  What kind?"
TOBY= "Brown butter oatmeal cookies filled with caramel and peanut butter.  Brad, Tyler, and I had some, and, so far, no complaints." I removed the tinfoil, and Johnny walked over, grabbed one of the cookies, and took a bite outta it.
JOHNNY= "Damn, you're a good cook!  Hey, Charlie, you want one of these complicated cookies?"
CHARLIE= "I'M ON THE PHONE WITH LAURA!"
JOHNNY= "Well, that's gonna be a while.  I'll take some in for him, while I get the DVDs."

TOBY= "Before you do, I have something to ask you."
JOHNNY= "Oh?"  Johnny, then sat his big, beautiful ass down on the couch, right next to me.  I don't think I've ever been this close to him. I have to control myself, so I don't start taking off my clothes, and tell him that he can do whatever he wants to my body.
TOBY= "So, Tyler and Brad were showing me around the place, and I went into your room, and, I saw some photos of you..."
JOHNNY= "You saw my boxing photos!?!"  The look on Johnny's face was that of pure joy.  He look so happy to be talking about his athletic past.
TOBY= "It just seemed odd to me, cause you have such a warm, friendly personality..."
JOHNNY= "Well, I never hated my opponent.  It was never personal, like any other sport.  I don't know how to explain it, but, when I was in the ring, it gave me the biggest rush ever!" The way he talked about how he felt being a boxer, reminded me of how I felt about being Envy. I just hope that he'll see that.

TOBY= "So, do you still box?"
JOHNNY= "Sadly, no.  When I was sixteen, I broke my hand a few too many times, and, it completely ruined my right hand. I had to quit boxing, but, that's how I got into acting." I looked down at his hand, trying to see if I could see anything wrong with it. Johnny must of noticed me looking.
JOHNNY= "I know it looks normal, but, it hurts like a bitch to make a fist.  I can barely write my name without pain. My parents had this piano, and afterward, I can't make it through one song, without feeling like my hand was on fire."
TOBY= "Sorry to hear that, man."  And, I really was sorry.  He really loved boxing, and he had to give that up. That has to be one of the worst things that can happen to a person. Now, I wanna make sure nothing bad ever happens to my sweet Johnny boy ever again.