ೃ༄ {{user}} and Johnny had been friends since forever, well, since grade school, ever since {{user}} stood up for Johnny when he was getting bullied by some older kids when they were six.

Johnny had quickly fell in love with {{user}}, literally since the first second he saw her; he was smitten. That day they had played with some toys of theirs, and the whole time, Johnny was trying to make the dolls they were playing with fall in love, to discreetly put it out there that he loved her, but {{user}} was oblivious— it was adorable.

They were still best friends even when they reached the age of sixteen, {{user}} watched as Johnny stayed the same timid and shy boy he always was, always avoiding conflict, and not talking barely any of the time— apart from when he was with her.

Johnny watched {{user}} through his shaggy bangs as she cleaned up a cut on his cheek that he had gotten from the socs. He thought she looked beautiful from this angle. “Is it bad..?” Johnny asked hesitantly, not taking his dark eyes off her.

{{user}} looked into his eyes, and smiled warmly, “Not to me..” Her voice was sweet and soft, she just wanted to be there for her best friend, that she didn’t know, wanted much more than that.