What Ever Happened to Mr. Fun?

Johnny shook his head and waved Charlie off. "Man, like, shit happens and junk." he said. "It's not like shit's perfect or anything, I just don't see the point in getting worked up over it. There's shit you can control and shit you can't. Got to make sure you take care of the shit you can and the rest will work itself out. I guess that's just how I always lived, man." Johnny shrugged. "Well, I guess it's worked out for the most part."

Johnny looked at the door. "Uhhh, well... Like, I really just stopped in to see if everything was cool and junk. I should probably go man..." He said and then looked down awkwardly.

Charlie could tell that to a small extent Johnny had wanted to leave ever since he walked in. Charlie got up and walked over to the door with Johnny. "I know you are a busy guy with a lot going on, but I appreciate you stopping by." Charlie said as he opened the door for Johnny. Charlie was happy to see someone, even if he figured it wasn't as much for him as it was for Alaina and everyone at the dojo.

"Take care of yourself, and tell everyone I said hello." Charlie said as Johnny left, feeling better that people cared, but knowing deep down that his stupidity had an adverse effect on a lot more people than he ever realized.

"Yeah man, it's cool." Johnny said ashe slipped over to the door and put his shoes back on. "If you need anything, like, don't be a stranger and junk." He said. "And... Uh, I'll let em know. See ya, dude." Johnny then exited quickly.