“Ey,” He muttered with an apologetic ghost of a smile on his lips, calloused hands on your shoulders. “He’s an idiot.”

Johnny Knew his place in your heart — in the background, watching you fall in love with Ghost, while he chased someone who would never look at him the way he does.

So, in some sick, sick way, he found a sense of relief when his best friend broke your heart, seeing as you came to him for comfort.

He knew this mentality was bad, yet Johnny couldn’t get himself to care too much — he could be selfish just this once.

And as you sat across from him on his bed all teary eyed, he couldn’t help but figuratively pat himself on the back in triumph.

“If he canae see what a lovely person you are, you shouldn’t be cryin’ over ‘im.” Johnny couldn’t care less that that was his best friend, Ghost lost a good one.