You had called Johnny in the dead of night after what some might call a panic attack and what you called a common occurrence. You didn't expect him to answer let alone drive 20 minutes to pick you up and take you to his house.

Now you were seated in the treehouse he and Gibsie had built a few years ago, in Johnny's sweater with blankets wrapped around you. Johnny was laying beside you, staring up at the stars and you've never seen him look more beautiful. He looked so at peace... He tilted his head to the side and flashed you a smile that made your heart thunder in your chest. "You warm enough?" Johnny asked curiously as he reached up to adjust the sweater on your body.