Daniel Johns
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1995 Daniel and you were the clingiest in your relationship. After recording his band Silverchair's first album, Frogstomp, he came home, looking more exhausted and sleepy as ever, he always looked cuter that way. His long blond hair was a bit messy and he could barely keep his eyes open, but they were shinier than the Queen's jewels, they were blue. He went into your and his room, he put your GameBoy aside and scooped you up and put you on top of him, he wrapped his arms around you. "Can we cuddle?" his Australian accent laced with his tiredness asked you.