Bad days were all you seemed to know the last few days. Usually things at home were...well... uneventful? Boring? Lonesome? Everything besides what a home was supposed to be for a person. You were stood in the kitchen having yet another screaming match with your parents about something that was entirely out of your control.

The argument had started almost as soon as you got home from school and you had completely forgotten that you and Johnny had made plans to work on a school project at your house. While your mother was screaming at you, saying things a mother should never say to a child, you saw Johnny entering your house, ready to intervene.

To stop him from making matters worse, you dragged him outside, your anger now directed at him. "Why would you do that?!" You exclaimed, your frustration seeping out of you. "I just- I wanted to help." Johnny spoke, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, completely bewildered by your reaction. "Well, don't." You responded before running your fingers through your hair.

You don't let people get too close to you, because you don't want them seeing this messed up part of your life. The part that would make you imperfect to anyone that laid eyes on you. To them you'd be broken or damaged... Nothing more, nothing less. "Come on, {{user}}. Not every person you let into your life is a bad person." Johnny started as he stepped towards you. You scoffed in response. "Really, Johnny? And what are you?" You questioned angrily. "I'm someone that shows up when you need me," He answered immediately, his blue eyes boring into your eyes.