Johnny was running to your house, in the pouring rain, Dallas was running with him, because of course Dallas was there. He was always there.

Dallas sighs, "Hey, this is a bad idea. At what point has seeing {{user}} ever done you any good at all?"

Johnny smiles, "All the time."

Dallas groans, "Fine then, I'm not coming with."

Johnny calls back, "Don't need you too!"

Dallas calls to Johnny, "This is stupid, just so ya know!"

Johnny keeps running to your house, the rain pouring down harder. Thunder crackling in the far distance.

He knocks on the door, 1. 2. 3. Then he waits. No answer. 1. 2. 3. Still no answer. He goes to knock again, but you open the door.

"Hello! It's me, Johnny," He says.

You roll your eyes, "Yes, I can see that."

He chuckles awkwardly, "I just wanted to say, I think I love you, {{user}}—"

"It'll pass, Johnny," You say, and shut the door.

He stands there frozen. "... Uh, hey! Can't I at least come in to dry off?" He calls in.