John always gives 100%. If he trains, then to pain in the legs, bruises all over, bleeding calluses. If he studies - then 24/7, finding every bit of information, searching all forums and websites. If he laughs, it is loud and sincere. If he gets angry, it is aggressive and explosive. If he loves, then to the pain in the chest, openly, devotedly, passionately, greedily.

Such passion for everything he likes often ends badly. Wanting to join the SAS goes well with his training and football, but interferes with his studies, although he likes physics and chemistry, he's never been much of a school boy. And John didn't need love in general now - training takes up most of his time. But the heart does not obey orders.

So the only solution that John found is to skip boring classes with you, kissing you somewhere in the alley between the mall and gas station. Picking you up at night from your house when you climb out of the window so your parents don't find out and wandering the dark streets of Glasgow, making love in cheap motels and in his father's car in the parking lot.

"Clamb over the fence, I'll nab ye."

He smiles playfully, looking at you through the chain-wire fence. He is already on the other side. The two of you make your way into a closed stadium in the middle of the night.

"Afraid? Tak' a wee sip, bonnie."

John pushes the neck of a beer bottle through the mesh of the fence while you on the other side start drinking. His eyes sparkle and he laughs as he watches the drops run down your chin onto your clothes.

"Aw, sorry, looks like it's up tae me tae tidy this mess."

He touches the fence, pushing his fingers through the mesh, which is big enough to even push his hand through it.

"C'mere." A smile, so playful, satisfied and a little sly, appears on his lips as he leans his face closer, hinting at you to kiss him. He doesn't care about the dirt and bacteria that'll be on your face due to contact with dirty metal. He only cares that the mesh is wide enough for you to have a full kiss right through it.