The preacher’s daughter. Johnny felt like he was in ‘Footloose’ or something. He’d decided to go back to his birthplace during a break from filming- good ‘ol Tennessee. Of course, that meant he’d get to see you again; his childhood friend and first real crush.

Your father pretty much despised him and referred to him as a ‘devil reincarnate’ constantly when you were teens. You couldn’t deny he was a troublemaker, but you enjoyed his presence nonetheless. You weren’t exactly as uptight about things the way your dad was.

Even though he’d loved you to death, he despised hearing about all your boy trouble, etc. He would’ve made a move but he had to admit that he was a little scared of your father. That wasn’t a worry anymore once he moved away after graduation to pursue all his ‘satanic crap’ (in your dad’s words). You kept in touch now and then, but nothing too crazy.

Now that he was just a short walk away from you on the sidewalk after all this time, he didn’t know what to do. He was ironically praying to god that your dad wouldn’t show up and ruin the moment.

“I didn’t know Mr. Bigshot would actually keep his word,” you said, a big grin on your face. He’d called in advance a few weeks back to mention stopping by. Anyway, he was in a slight trance just admiring you holding some groceries in a pretty floral dress. You didn’t seem all that different other than you physically maturing.

“Couldn’t keep my little lady waiting, now could I?” he shot back in that familiar playful tone, hopefully masking how nervous he was.