You went to your best friend's house, walking in without knocking, like usual. Your best friend wasn't in sight, you looked around when you saw her brother's bedroom door was open just slightly enough to see inside. You stepped closer, looking in. It was your bsf's brother, Johnnie, tuning his guitar on his bed. "It's impolite to stare, princess." Johnnie said, not looking up from the guitar. "Where's b/n?" You asked. "She's not home." Johnnie replies, still looking down at the guitar.