The Causeway - Sunday evening

[fantastic_torch]

As much as he wasn't looking forward to this day, it was here, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. It was time to go.

His stuff had been packed up and sent ahead save for the few things he'd left for Savannah. A few shirts, a hoodie; small incidentals that she'd wanted to keep with her. He'd said his goodbye to Destiny, and rather

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[likethestore]

K-Mart might or might not have been plotting ways to keep him on the island for a while as she made her way over to Johnny.

[fantastic_torch]

"Chin up, babe," he said once he saw her. "You totally get my bed."

[likethestore]

"I'd rather have you staying here," she said, trying not to pout.

[fantastic_torch]

"But my bed is comfy," he replied. "Comfy and you even get to use my sheets."

He was messing with her but only in an effort to keep the mood light.

[likethestore]

"Am totally washing them first," K-Mart retorted. "Boy sweat. Ew."

[fantastic_torch]

Johnny laughed. "Not to mention... other kinds of matter." He was possibly trying to get her to blush.

[likethestore]

"... EW!" And there was the blushing. Also some hand flailing.

[fantastic_torch]

Which made him laugh all the more. "Hey, I wouldn't be awesome if I didn't mention the particulars, right?"

[likethestore]

"Just not too many of the particulars, thank you. I'm supposed to get all that stuff in girly conversations with Savannah, not from the big brother I never had."

[fantastic_torch]

"Hey hey now, no discussing Johnny junior," he said quickly. "Johnny junior hates it when people talk about him and he's not there to listen in."

[likethestore]

"Well, it's not like we can talk about my sex life," K-Mart said. "Because aside from that one make-out session with Gwynn during the sex pollen, I don't have one. So we gotta talk about yours and Johnny junior's."

[fantastic_torch]

Blink. "No, no... you can go on about kissing Gwen if you want. I totally don't mind. I mean, that's what friends are for, right?"

Sorry. He's a teenager.

[likethestore]

She fixed him with a suspicious glare. "You are a dirty bastard, you know that?"

[fantastic_torch]

"I'll own up to dirty, missy," he laughed. "The other? Not so much."

[likethestore]

"Hey, being a bastard isn't always a bad thing," was her opinion. "I mean, it could come in handy sometimes."

[fantastic_torch]

"For example?"