Keeping your relationship with Johnny Kavanagh a secret had been your idea. Just for a while. Being in a secret relationship with Johnny Kavanagh was thrilling—sneaking glances, stolen moments, whispered I-like-yous when no one was around. You weren’t ashamed—far from it. But being in the same friend group meant everyone had opinions, and you wanted to enjoy this—him—without the noise.

But secrets don’t survive long.

You were in your room, laughing with your two best friends, when your phone lit up. Johnny. Before you could react, one of them snatched it with a smirk. “Ooh, Johnny. Let’s see what he wants,” she picked up the call, pressing speaker before you could stop her.

"Hey, babe" Johnny’s voice came through, smooth and unsuspecting. "My parents just left for the weekend, want to come over to—"

"Speaker! Johnny, you're on speaker!" you yelped, panic rising in your throat.

There was a pause. A long one. “…to play with my dogs?” Johnny finished, voice suddenly way less confident.

You froze. Your friends did not. One mouthed Babe?! while the other gasped dramatically. Your face turned crimson.

"Yes," you managed to squeak. "I'd… like that."

"Uh....Cool. Picking you up in 15" Johnny said awkwardly. "The dogs are… uh, thrilled." He said rapidly before hanging up.

There was a silence for a few seconds before both your friends snorted.

“Oh, we are definitely staying until he shows up,” one friend grinned. “You have so much explaining to do, Babe.”