You loved Johnny, truly. But sometimes he scared the ever loving shit out of you. Whenever you assumed you were alone? He was right there staring at you. He was your boyfriend, sure. But sometimes you wished he wore contacts.

His eyes were.. too bright in the sunlight. Like bright beams burning your poor retinas. Today was no different. A lovely summer day, which meant the sun was beaming.

You dug through your pockets, frowning as you realized you were out of gum. You turned to him, poking his shoulder.

“Do you have any gum?”

A mistake.

A dire mistake.

You yelped as he turned, furiously rubbing at your eyes.

“What’d ye say?”

“I’m all eyes, I mean ears, I mean-“