#I Can’t Take the Heartbreak (TKK Fan Fiction)

[chaotictommy]

So my second chapter of I Can’t Take the Heartbreak is out and if anyone is reading that, then I’m sorry but I’m also not... joking, I just hope you like it :)

[chaotictommy]

Chapter II. Learning To Fall

Jimmy struggled a little, laughing despite of the growing feeling he was getting in the pit of his stomach. Johnny didn’t seem to notice the blush on his friend’s face and playfully started gently slapping his face “What you gonna man? What you gonna do? The enemy deserves,” “To be told that he’s very annoying? Eek! Johnny!” Johnny chuckled and kept going “No Mr. Jones, what does the enemy deserve?” “No mercy?” Johnny grinned “What should you do?” “Tell him to kindly get off me? It’s a good thing you’re not larger, because—” Johnny punched down and Jimmy caught his wrist “Wrong! What should you do?” Jimmy squiggled and laughed, bucking up to try and get Johnny off of him “Strike first,” Johnny pinned him lazily, faking a yawn “Can do this all day Mr. Jones... and how are you gonna strike?” Jimmy shot him a teasing smile which Johnny thought was cu— nope, no way “Really pathetically slow like a sloth, Sensei Lawrence?”

Johnny groaned and rolled his eyes, pressing harder, kinda liking the proximity between him and — No, he wasn’t like that... he wasn’t a f— Jimmy struggling a little against him, brought him back to reality “How are you gonna strike?” “Hard...” Johnny nodded in approval “And with?” Jimmy grinned, showing a small gap between his two front teeth, Johnny had never noticed before “A really long stick... joking... No mercy... Johnny please let me up? Please? Johnny man...” Johnny shook his head gently “Not till I teach you how to get out of someone’s grip when they’ve got you head locked,” Jimmy’s eyes widened, knowing what was coming and disliking the smirk that came over Johnny’s lips “Oh Johnny no... ohhh ho ho, we aren’t going to — Johnny Lawrence!“ Johnny shrugged and moved forward, turning it into a slap fight between him and his friend “No mercy man,” he was about to say something else, but was cut off by Jimmy’s yelp of surprise as Johnny pulled him closer and down into a head lock.

"And then you'd?" Jimmy gave his friend a playful smirk "Knee you in the balls?" Johnny chuckled, releasing Jimmy from the head lock "No, even though that could work, nice thinking, but please don't?" He pressed Jimmy back to the ground and the tattered carpet and slammed his arms down over his head, holding them there in an iron grip and using the strength and weight of his body to lock Jimmy down against the floor, rolling his hips a little into a better position “Okay, now let’s see if you remember what I taught you... so what is the fir—“ he stopped suddenly, eyes flashing open in a wide eyed look, confusion turning to realisation, surprise, and embarrassment as Jimmy leaned up and pressed his lips to the blondes, in what was the most tentative and tender kiss of the century.

Johnny couldn’t, HE COULDN’T... Sid would... he couldn’t think, registered only two things, before he harshly pushed the brunette away, before loosening his grip on the others collar, suddenly pulling him back in before he forced himself to let him go, harsh angry words he didn’t mean, leaving him in a split second. And in that split second, he knew without a doubt he had made the worst mistake of his life, because Jimmy‘s face flickered through ten stages of surprise till it landed on a type of mortified grief and he slammed up off the floor and ran out of the room looking like he was doomed. He hardly managed to get on his bike before taking a bad fall.

Johnny was there in an instant, but was shoved half heartedly away as the brunette rode off at a hurried pace, not letting Johnny see the hurt he was hiding just under the surface. When he rode off, Johnny sunk into his chair and polished off his beer, thinking about what he should do. Had that actually happened? Did he like it? No, NO, he couldn’t... it wasn’t a hot babe, it was his friend, a male friend at that... so what was this feeling? Repressed feelings started to leak out from under the calm persona he was playing... he sighed, sometimes it felt like he was playing anyone but himself.

He decided that the best thing to do was ignore it... yeah, that’s right... so Johnny did just that, but it wasn’t that easy and he suddenly found himself not only ignoring the situation, but found himself ignoring his friend as well. A week into actively rushing out of classrooms and avoiding each other at all costs, Bobby started to ask questions.

“You guy’s fight or something, man?” Johnny rolled his eyes as he slammed the tray down at one of the school tables “No man, we didn’t fight or anything, but if you keep asking stupid questions there is going to be a fight, got it?” Bobby put up his hands in defeat “Alright alright man, just wanted to see if you were okay, you’re my best friend and I worry about you some times,” he smiled awkwardly at Johnny before looking away.

Tommy, Dutch, and Jimmy walked over, the bleached blonde and the grinning from ear to ear Tommy, basically frog marching the quiet brunette over “Found this kid at a different table, like he’s embarrassed to sit with us or something,” Tommy muttered, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes “you sit down right here JD,” he stated, affectionately using Jimmy’s first initials, which made Jimmy chuckle slightly “Tommy, you know I don’t like it when you call me that, it’s like me calling you Thomas,” he sat down directly opposite Johnny and made eye contact with the blonde “Hi...” Johnny bit his lip “Hey,” “Hey, now that you guy’s have the greetings down, could you both stop eye fucking each other? It’s making me sick, like it’s weirding me out...” Dutch stated, causing both Jimmy and Johnny to break eye contact as if they’d been shocked by an electric field.

“We weren’t eye fucking, man, cut it out,” Johnny stated before he swept Dutch’s legs from under him “Honestly, firstly, Jimmy’s cute in a kind of boy next door, I’ll bring her back at eight, sir, goody toe shoes way, but he isn’t my type, I like Hot babes, first off, he isn’t a chick, doesn’t have the right stuff,” he paused for a moment and chuckled “And second, I’d never even think about him in that way because I’m not a fa— oh fuck there’s that worm,” he stared over at the other table where Ali and LaRusso had just sat down at, glaring over at them.

“Just leave it Johnny, she’s old news anyway,” Bobby stated and patted his best friend’s shoulder gently and reassuringly “Honestly you’ll find someone else, man, someone better,” he heard a muttered collection of approval from his other friends and glanced over at Jimmy who was staring at him, which was starting to bug. He leaned forward over the table “Do I have something on my face Jimmy?” “What? Oh oh, now that you mention it, yeah, yeah, you do, here, Lemme,” before Johnny had warning, Jimmy leaned over the table and dabbed at the apple pie crumbs that had stuck to Johnny’s lip.

Johnny felt a surge of — he looked up to find he’d reached out and was holding Jimmy’s hand, trapping his hand in his own while Jimmy’s fingers stopped in their gentle motion against his lip.

Jimmy’s eyes widened, looking like he was winning the ‘wide eyed Bambi’ contest “J—Johnny?” He said anxiously in a soft breath, fluttering his eyes open and closed before he met Johnny’s.

Johnny was having a ‘no thoughts, head empty, panic’ moment and just stared at the hand in his, the fingers caught against his lips. It took a good minute to pull his gaze away and slap Jimmy’s hand away as a cover to why he’d — no way... no fricking way.

Feelings he’d only had with Ali shot through him and in that second, it was his time to blush, he felt hot, sweaty palms dragging across his pant legs to wipe the sweat away hurriedly, the pit of his stomach felt — he just registered that he’d stood up, walked out, that Jimmy had followed, looking in silent confusion and distress at his friend.

Johnny then registered that he was talking, asking if he was alright or something, he didn’t hear, only knew that the next moment, and Johnny hardly knew how it happened, he’d tugged Jimmy by his collar into an abandoned classroom and pressed his lips on his, gripping his wrists so that he couldn’t pull away from it, but the moment between them was over as soon as it began.

When Johnny’s brain finally switched back on, he registered that the lips on his were no girl’s that he’d ever... he shoved his friend back, making it seem as if he was angry, furious, disgusted, he shoved Jimmy against the blackboard hard “You stay the hell away from me man, got it? I’m I’m not a fag, like you, sorry that you’re so in love with me, but I’m not some type of of freak like you...” Johnny knew everything he was saying was wrong... EVERYTHING... but was it out of fear or something else, he kept going “You ever do that again and I swear I’ll I’ll —,” he let him go and watched Jimmy processing everything before his eyes widened in regret and something close to revulsion and pain “J—Johnny?” There were footsteps in the hall and the classroom flooded with sound and students scraping seats across the ground, and just like that, Jimmy ran out of the room, dropping his school books as he went, not looking back as he knocked Tommy over on his way in.