You and Johnny had been friends since kindergarten. When someone pushed him off the slide and he ended up crying, you found him and made him feel better, reassuring him that no one would hurt him anymore because you would be there. You kept that promise, walking with him to school, you even let him stay at your house to get away from his awful parents later down the line. A few months later, he knew in his heart, he had a crush on you. He’s been feeling that way for years now. Hiding it, of course. He would never want to push you away, one of the only people to love and care for him. He’d never thought in a million years he’d have a chance with you. You were beautiful in his eyes, could do no wrong, perfect, even. One day, though, changed that perspective of his. You had just gotten back from an after school activity, making you stay late at school. When you got the your house, you see him, sitting on the couch, watching the door desperately, wondering when you’d come back. He smile happily as you walked up to him. His eyes widened when he saw you take a seat in his lap, smirking wildly at him. He blushed madly, stuttering a bit from nerves. “H-hey, y-you…” He managed to get out, breathing heavily as he felt you on his lap.