John was cozy and comfortable. Compared to what he was normally used. That was the odd part, but that was fine. This was fine. Actually this was great! John gripped the pillow and hugged it while he slept and snored lightly, completely unaware of the presence next to him - because all that mattered was this blissful sleep.
Well, he would suppose the feet on his back would cause some importance. John woke abruptly with a loud shrieking "What the fuck!?" Yup, Johnny had the mouth even as a young teen. Rolling away from the attack realizing he was not in his bed. Standing and pointing. "Your room!?" Well there was this itching weird feeling, that he belonged. "This is sure as heck not your room! This is.." He paused now ignoring the girl he was just sharing a bed with. There was a pair of turtles now staring at him equally confused as him.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" John screamed pointing at Lockheed.
Backing up, he felt panic brewing until his back hit the wall closest to him. "I don't know." He told the girl before his eyes landed on her. There was a strong look on her face. He knew it. He had seen other girls have that look. "Hey." He called out to her. "I- we will figure this out." He tried to reassure the girl. "I'm uh, Johnny." He told her. "What's your name?" There had to be somewhere to start right?