Carrie had a new guy. I knew it was casual, it was always casual. Was he going to be a regular, I could never tell. I was relieved when I didn't actually run into him in the hall way like last time she had a guy over. That was awkward.

Peering around the corner, I saw her, in her skimpy red dressing gown, her brunette hair slightly messy but still looking great, holding the front door open for this tall, broad, well-built man who I recognised but couldn't place. Had I seen him on TV? His hair was short, he had a black jacket in his hand, and he wore a white T shirt, dark jeans and sneakers. She leant in to kiss him, he must've been about six foot, and she was only a little bit shorter… I was about three inches shorter than her which was quite distinguishable. He looked hot, she always got the hot guys… they weren't very decent often enough but they were nice to look at.

At last he left, and I stepped into the room as she wandered over to the TV to turn it on. "Morning," I nodded to her, knowing she'd want me to make her coffee.

"Hey," she mumbled, reclining back on the couch watching Jerry Springer.

"Good night?" I yelled over my shoulder as I prepared the coffee maker. Grabbing some bread from the bin, I popped some in the toaster and I grabbed the Nutella from the cupboard. Carrie never had an actual breakfast, just a cup of coffee, black. I didn't even drink coffee; I poured myself a glass of milk.

"Very good, Gen, Very good." I heard the smile in her voice and I giggled, shaking my head in disbelief. That response was a very rare response, usually it was 'All right' or 'Could've been better.'

"Some talent then?" I poured her coffee and retrieved my toast, putting them on plate and covering the slices in Nutella before carrying the two drinks and the plate carefully into the sitting room, handing her the mug before I sat in the arm chair next to the couch.

"Thanks, Oh yeah, I'll have to meet this one again." She took a sip of the drink and smiled gratefully.

"I recognise him, do I know him?" my voice was muffled through a mouthful of toast.

There was a knowing grin on her lips, as she drank some more. I asked her again, my eyes wide, curiosity bubbling over within seconds.

"Carrie?" I whined.

"Well, he was definitely on fire last night. You should recognise him; we've seen him on TV countless times. He's saved the world… twice." At first I didn't get it, until I figured out the little clue.

"You slept with the Human Torch!"

She nodded, "Not once… but a, Fantastic, four times." I cringed at the bad pun.

"Must've been… sweaty." She made a little sound that made me a little uncomfortable, I even said so. She'd slept with a celebrity, Johnny Storm, a famous, man-whorish celebrity but a hero. She'd been with policemen, surgeons, plumbers, barmen, accountants, lawyers even a judge once but neither of us had ever been close to a big name.

"Well, winters coming up," Carrie grinned, "I've got some warmer nights to look forward to now." She grinned. I shook my head in disbelief but I still had to laugh.

It was week later, a different guy who'd been at the apartment before had popped in during these days. Johnny Storm returned again, but this time when I awoke, they were sitting at the tiny table in the kitchen opposite one another. She was in that red robe again and he sat in his jeans, shirtless and his feet bare.

Carrie was chatting away, brushing her hair away from her face, smiling slightly as she told him about her work. She was an estate agent so it was her job to look good and persuade people. He seemed interested.

When I entered, they both looked up at me, "Morning, Gen, this is Johnny" she nodded her head in his direction, my friends grin was wide.

"Hi," Johnny's voice was deep; a crooked smile appeared on his face making me blush at his instant charm.

Awkwardly, I made my way to the toaster, bidding them good morning as I began to make my normal breakfast. Peering over my shoulder briefly, I saw him glance at me before returning his gaze back to Carrie. I hated meeting any guy she'd slept with, it didn't matter who they were. It would forever weird me out.

"So," Carrie continued, "basically, you have to have some balls if you want to sell homes. You know? People can be stubborn assholes. It's hard, not all people have social skills. I mean, take Gen for example. When we go out, she prefers to stick close to me. It's not a bad thing at all, but Jesus; she couldn't sell someone a house." She laughed; I pulled a face as I retrieved my toast, spreading Nutella on it aggressively. Basically she just revealed in that speech that, not only was I anti-social, clearly I was single and not good at mingling. I looked like the creepy loner roommate.

"No offense, Gen" she smiled as I turned around, plate and glass of milk in my hands.

"No worries." I said through gritted teeth as I made my way to leave the room, "Nice meeting you, Johnny."

"You too, Gen" he smiled politely and I left. I took a seat in the arm chair, picking up the book I'd left on the coffee table the night before. I am Legend by Richard Matheson. Legs tucked in, plate balanced on my lap, glass on the table, I pretended to read. I couldn't focus so I listened to their conversations.

"Being Torch isn't so easy. I mean, I've managed to save the universe with the help of my fellow team. But I'm, generally, a lone rider. I'm independent. I find it hard working with the others; I have my own way of doing things." Johnnys words were kind of, how could I put it, bull shit. 'With the help of my fellow team'? What the hell? I listened further, my face dropping into a deep frown as the more he spoke, the bigger a douche the charmer seemed to be.

"Women are often intimidated by me, because I burst into flames, and I've been blessed with these looks. But I can control the fire"

"I so get it, and I promise you there is nothing intimidating about you." Carries voice had dropped low, seductive.

"Exactly, thank you." there was a brief pause before he continued, his voice alluring, "I've never met such a confident woman."

"I've never met a superhero; the experience seems good so far."

"A-ha," I heard a mug clanking as it was put down on the table and a chair scraping on the tiled floor. "I've got to go, my sister wants me to have brunch with her and I have to get ready."

"Yeah, go ahead." Another chair squeaked and the pair stepped into the sitting room, Johnny continued to the hallway where he must've gone off to her bedroom to retrieve the remainder of his belongings.

"He's an asshole," I whispered to her. She just rolled her eyes and turned the TV on. Jerry again.

"He's great in bed, and he's not that bad an asshole." She hissed, not removing her sights from the screen.

"He is the self-assigned leader of the Fantastic Four… we all know Mr fantastic is." I shook my head.

"Shut up!" she said it just as Johnny stepped into the room, fully clothed, cell phone in his hand. Carrie stood, hurried over to him, opening the door before sharing a goodbye kiss with him… with noticeable tongues.

I set my empty plate aside and massaged my temple as they said goodbye verbally.

"See you around Gen, I hope I make a better impression next time."

"Bye J-" I acknowledged what he said, and turned my head to look at him, eyes wide, "O-Okay."

He waved to me, a smirk on his handsome face. My face was frozen in surprise as he left the apartment.

"Nice Gen." Carrie wore a similar expression as her bed buddy, "Next time, I'm going to his place."