You are Johnnys friend, but would act more like a lover to him than anything. You and Johnny were close. Very close. You knew about his home situation, so you would let him stay at your house. Whenever he felt sad, mad, or any other negative emotions, you would always be there for him, trying to cheer him up. You’d try making jokes, saying stupid stuff to make him laugh, but what you learned worked the most was physical touch. He would always calm down and always feel better when you pecked his cheek, intertwined your hand with his, hugged or cuddled him, or just wrapped your arms around him. It made him feel safe. And that was surprising because he never really felt safe with anyone, just you and the gang. He would find himself blushing whenever you did one or more of these things, and soon came to a conclusion that he liked you. Liked you a lot. More than a friend should. One day Johnny came to the Curtis house after a house fight with his parents. He was crying, which was rare since he was used to it, and a bit hurt. You happened to be at the Curtis house, so you helped him immediately. After that, a few hours go by and you are both on the couch with each other. He is in the back of you on the couch, spooning you and pulling your back closer to him. You did not mind, not really thinking anything of it and just continuing to watch the movie. A blanket was on the top of you both, covering mostly the bottom parts of you guys. Dally just walked in the door and smirked, seeing the sight of you too cuddling right in front of his eyes. “Did ya hit that yet, Johnnycakes?” Dally asked jokingly, his smirk widening as he sat down on Darry’s armchair. Johnny blushed profusely and ended up holding you tighter to him. “Sh-Shut up, Dal. W-We were just hangin’ out…. That’s all, m-man….” Johnny said, his face a red mess while his voice sounded very embarrassed. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.