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For the Love of Jackass	By : GinaKnoxville Category: Reality TV > Jackass Views: 1613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Gina’s eyes opened and she stretched with a loud yawn. There was a dead weight on her lower hipbone and she looked down to see Johnny’s head resting there. His arms were wrapped around her waist and he was snoring lightly. She slid her fingers through his scruffy hair with a smile. He stirred and slowly looked up at her, a grin appearing on his face.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured.
“Good morning,” Gina smiled, tapping the tip of his nose with her finger.
He planted a soft kiss on the inside of her hipbone, trailing kisses up her stomach. When he got in between her breasts, he licked the curve of one before jumping on top of her and planting quick kisses on her lips and neck.
“I love the taste of a sexy girl in the morning,” Johnny smiled.
“You are such a sweet talker,” Gina giggled, slipping her fingers through his hair.
“I try to do good work.”
“And you’re very successful,” she replied, giving him a kiss. “What is that smell?” she asked, sniffing the air.
“Smells like breakfast,” Johnny sighed, nuzzling Gina’s neck.
“Let’s go get some.”
Johnny sighed, hugging Gina tighter. “I wanna lay with you forever. I don’t want to share.”
“Johnny… come on,” Gina laughed.
“No, I don’t wanna. You’re mine,” Johnny shrieked in a little kid’s voice. He started tickling Gina’s stomach and she twisted and squealed in pain, struggling to get away.
“Say you’re mine! Are you mine?” he asked her, continuing the tickle attack.
Gina didn’t reply, trying to evade the tickling on her own, but she couldn’t get away.
“Johnny! Stop!” she laughed hysterically, batting at him.
“Are you my girl?” he stopped, staring deep into her bright blue eyes, holding her close.
Gina smiled up at him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

Outside the room, Heather groggily made her way to the bathroom, spotting an unidentifiable piece of clothing on the doorknob of one of the doors.. Grabbing at it, she spread the material and, realizing that she was holding a bra, dropped it quickly. She stared hard at door where she had found the offending article of clothing. She shook the sleep out of her head and saw that the door led to Knoxville’s room. She stood there for a second, and finally it clicked into place. Johnny was a guy. Guys didn’t wear bras. This was Gina’s bra. Gina was in Knoxville’s room without a bra?
“Holy shit!” Heather u-turned and raced down the stairs, all the while screaming ’sex’ as loud as possible. She stood in the doorway of the living room, watching as all the occupants of the house gathered. Everyone looked groggy and tired, but Heather was perky and alert.
“May I have your attention please! I just made a startling discovery!”
Savvy grinned tiredly, already knowing what Heather was going to announce.
“I just found a green bra hanging on the door of Knoxville’s room. I don’t know about you, Dunn, but most guys I know don’t really go for the lingerie. This points to the conclusion that there is a Gina on the other side of Knoxville’s door that is missing this bra. I wonder what that could possibly mean…”
“That Knoxville is getting some ass at long last?” Bam laughed, rubbing his eyes.
Savvy sighed with a knowing grin. “Yeah, this is old news. I saw the immediate aftermath. It wasn’t pretty,” she shuddered.
“What? You knew and you didn’t tell me?” Heather screeched, sounding put off.
“I didn’t think it was such a big deal, I mean, it was bound to happen,” Savvy shrugged.
“What do you mean it was bound to happen? Are you blind? Johnny has been drooling over me this whole time! Gina’s just a whore and he was probably drinking… I remember this one time-” Karen started matter-of-factly. She was stopped mid-sentence by a backhanded slap delivered with relish by Savvy.
“Say one more word, I fucking dare you,” Savvy muttered.
Karen’s eyes welled with tears and she ran away to her room. Everyone stared at Savvy apprehensively as a big smile spread across her face. “Wow, that made me feel so much better.”
“You are so mean to that annoying bitch,” Dunn smiled.
“I know, because it feels so… right,” Savvy sighed, rubbing the back of the hand she had used to assault Karen.
The group collectively shook their heads.
“So, what are we going to so about this?” Heather asked, holding up the incriminating brassiere.
“Do about it? What do you mean?” Preston asked.
Heather thought to herself for a minute.
“Evidence,” she finally smiled. “I need evidence for blackmail.”
“The bra is not enough?” Bam asked.
“No. You don’t know Gina, she will try to talk her way out of it. Although she will fail miserably, she will try to talk her way out of it. I need pictures and I need them now,” Heather went to her room to dig out an old Polaroid camera.
“Wee-Man, I need your help,” her voice cried out.
Wee-Man shrugged before going to her room.

“You’re mine?” Johnny asked, kissing Gina sweetly.
“Yes,” Gina smiled, returning the kiss, guiding Johnny’s searching fingers to her lower stomach, where a blazing heat was building. Johnny slid his fingers inside of her, excited by the warm wetness that met his fingertips.
“You are so perfect,” he smiled, straightening up on his knees and unzipping his pants. Gina slid her right leg over his hip, using her hand to bring Johnny’s tip inside of her. Her head tilted back as a loud moan escaped her throat. She gently massaged Johnny’s balls as he slowly slid in and out of her. Just at that moment, the door burst open and Wee-Man raced in, completely naked, snapping pictures furiously.
Johnny pulled the blanket over him and Gina, but it was too late. The first few pictures Wee-Man had snapped were perfect for Heather’s needs.
“Wee-Man, you better give me that camera or I will kick your fucking wee-ass!” Johnny yelled, stumbling off the bed and buttoning his pants as he ran.
Gina slid off the bed and pulled her pants on and buttoned up Johnny’s shirt over her chest. Her heart was beating like crazy. What would happen with those pictures? Her stomach turned from embarrassment and apprehension. Shaking as she walked into the hallway, she found Johnny on top of Wee-Man trying to wrestle the camera from him. Heather appeared at the end of the hallway and Wee-Man slid the camera to her on the floor. She stopped it with her foot and knelt down to pick it up, almost as if in slow motion.
“Heather… what do you plan on doing with those?” Johnny muttered, breathing hard.
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head, now, Johnny. I will take good care of these,” Heather laughed, tucking the camera away in her jeans pocket and walking down the hallway.
Johnny looked back at Gina and sighed. “She’s not going to do anything crazy with those, will she?”
“I hope not,” Gina mumbled, her face blushing bright red as the other occupants of the house made their way to the hallway.
Seeing the worry in Gina’s eyes, Johnny marched off to find Heather, giving Wee-Man a kick as he passed. Gina tentatively followed, scared about what Heather might do with the photos. Heading upstairs, Gina found Heather in front of Karen’s door. She was taping the pictures to Karen’s bedroom door.
“What are you doing, Hizz?” Gina asked quietly, nervously scraping her foot on the floor.
“Making Karen’s day, what does it look like I am doing?” Heather replied, standing back to survey her handiwork.
Gina frowned, staring at the dirty pictures. Johnny noticed her frown and moved to take down the pictures. Heather stepped forward to stop him, but Gina beat her to it.
“I want to see her face when she sees this,” Gina mumbled, venom flashing in her eyes.
Heather smiled, her hands on her hips. Johnny shrugged and let the pictures hang.
“You look fucking good in that one, Baby,” Johnny laughed, pointing to one of the pictures. Gina laughed, blushing.
Karen’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. “What’s the ruckus out there?” Her head peeked around the corner. When she spied Johnny and Gina on the other side, she tried to close the door but found Heather blocking it.
“We need to talk to you,” Heather said, pulling the door open.
“What do you want to talk to me about?”
“Don’t play stupid, you know damn well what we want to talk to you about!” Heather angrily screeched, holding the door open. Karen sighed and stepped out of the door.
“Now, why the hell did you make a move on Knoxville when you knew damn well he was after Gina?”
“What do you mean he was after Gina? Are you blind? He was so totally into me-”
And the argument went on and on for almost forty-five minutes. Karen kept shooting irrelevant evidence out as to her crazed ‘Johnny’s-in-love-with-me-because-how-can-he-find Gina-appealing’ theory and Johnny counter pointed every single item on her freakish list of evidence. Gina stood next to Johnny, finding herself compelled by Karen’s arguments despite herself. Johnny glanced over and noticed the worried frown on Gina’s face and slid his arm across her shoulders.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered as Karen rambled into another ludicrous rant.
“Nothing, why?”
“You look like your mind is somewhere else.”
“It is. It’s back in bed with you,” Gina smiled, nuzzling Johnny’s scratchy cheek.
“Oh, yeah?” he grinned, kissing her sweetly.
Karen hadn’t even noticed the two talking while she rambled. Heather was nodding to sleep against the hallway wall. Karen finally took a breath, spying Gina and Johnny’s whispered giggles and soft kisses.
“What do you take me for, Johnny, some kind of chump?! Just because I used to be a cheerleader…just because I have three large dogs….just because I am an only child….just because I love my country…just because I am from Jeffersonville doesn’t make me….gullible!!” She turned to race back into the safety of her room, but spied the pictures taped to her door. She let out an angry screech and pulled the door open. “And I know you only went to her for this,” she gestured to the pictures, “because you could tell I wasn’t a dirty easy whore!”
“Wait just one minute!” Heather shouted, jerking awake.
Karen made to escape into her room, but Heather beat her to the door before she could close it. “You fucking bitch, you think you are so fucking better than everyone else!”
Heather had death flashing in her eyes. She pulled Karen bodily into the hallway. But before she could do anything, Gina’s fist came out of nowhere connecting with Karen’s jaw. Karen fell to the floor with a painful scream. Gina stood over her, her face scared, as if she just realized what she had done.
“Damn, Gina, you go girl!” Heather shouted, a surprised smile on her face. She raised her hand to give Gina a high-five, but Gina did not move to return it. “Gina? Gina, are you okay?”
Gina took a deep breath. Johnny and Heather were staring at her fearfully. “THAT FELT SO GODDAMN GOOD!” Gina screamed to the ceiling. “It’s motherfuckers like you that make me the self-conscious girl that I am,” Gina mumbled toward Karen, kicking the girl painfully in the side. She turned on her heel and walked to the stairwell, her body shaking slightly. She was just becoming aware of the pain in her hand and wanted some ice to put on it. Nothing else was running through her mind.
Johnny and Heather stared at each other for a while. “Damn, I didn’t know that girl could be such a bitch,” Johnny muttered, gesturing to Karen, who was still lying on the floor between them.
Heather smiled. “I didn’t know Gina could ever be pushed to throw a punch like that.”
“Remind me never to piss her off,” Johnny smiled. “Is she okay?” he nodded to Karen.
Heather shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
Johnny grinned. “I would have to agree.”
The two of them walked away from Karen, leaving her in the middle of the floor. Johnny went to tend to Gina’s hand and Heather went to tell everyone the good news that Karen could possibly be dead and Gina had been pushed to physical violence.
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