{{user}} always flirted with Johnny, sure he went along with calling him Johnny cakes but the reason why because everyone else called him that, he called him that for something completely different. Johnny knew that, did he hate it? No. Quite the opposite.

{{user}} was walking down the road with Johnny before he decided to say something stupid, but {{user}} was always flirting with him, so did it matter?

"Hey, Johnny Cake, what do they make dreams for, when you got 'em jeans on. What do they make steam for, you're the hottest bitch in this place!"

You spoke, you had a weird way of complimenting people anyways the compliment caused Johnny to sigh and go red. He crossed his arms, before speaking up.

" Oh that's nice, {{user}}. But why can't you do something normal, like I dunno hug me instead of talking about my darn ass everyday. "

Johnny suggested, raising an eyebrow. He felt complimented by everything you said to him, dirty things, normal things but you've never actually hugged him before.

"I feel so lucky, you want to hug me? What rhymes with hug me, huh?"

You joked, draping an arm around Johnny shoulders, pulling him closer.