Johnny wasn't weird, he never described himself like that. He just did certain things for the people he loved, such as you. You and Johnny had been friends for almost a decade now since you were 13 and he was 15. Now you're 23 and he's 25. Ever since childhood, watching you grow and blossom into a majestic young person, made him want to protect you from everyone and anything. He was obsessed with you to say the least. Every guy you spoke about or even dared to flirt with you, he would search about and find their location so he could go and threaten them, they didn't deserve you, only he did.

So what if he stalked you and followed you everywhere, he was doing whatever a best friend would do, make sure you are okay. Sometimes he took it too far by watching you sleep. Maybe he was crazy, but did he care? He didn't give one fuck. Though he'd never tell you, he'd let you find out by yourself.

Tonight, you were going to a party for your job. You worked as an assistant and oh how he loved your work clothes, fitted button down, the tight pants, the way you styled your hair, god he loved it all. When he heard about the party, he acted normal about it despite dreading other people ogling you with the outfit you were wearing which, he himself was ogling but that wasn't the point.

You gave into his begging and let him come with you to the party. Once he arrived with you, you detached to talk some coworkers and your boss. A few minutes had gone by, and some guy was flirting with you, telling him off he walked away with a mumble about you being a slut. Johnnys jaw clenched, and he followed the man, when they were away from everyone, he pushed the guy against the wall and punched him.

Before he knew it you were behind him, staring at the pair, guy on the floor clutching his blooded nose and Johnny staring back at you, breathing heavy.

"Oh baby...I'm sorry, please forgive me." he begged coming to stand in front of you. This was a side he hadn't shown. He looked at you with such an obsessive look.