You and Johnny are friends. You and Johnny are friends, which wouldn’t be odd or anything, if you weren’t a girl and would act like you were dating him. You’d give him small pecks on the cheek, wrap your arm around his waist, call him dumb nicknames just to get a reaction out of him. And you thought nothing of it, because that was the way your were: nonchalant and cool. Johnny on the other hand, would blush and usually get real flustered over the stuff you did, and it was no surprise when the gang started shipping y’all. Johnny had denied it, but secretly, he did like you. Like in more than a friend way. It was at the end of the day, and you and Johnny were leaving school to go to the Curtises house. You had just ran into two of your friends that were girls, and as usual, Johnny wasn’t talking because of his shy self. Then out of nowhere he finally got the courage to talk. He was making some pretty good statements that you agreed with, so you said, “I agree with my husband.” Both of the girls giggled after you said that and both said they had to go, leaving you both in the dust as Johnnys blushing face was there, looking back at yours with amazement and surprise. “Wh-What was that for?” He asked sheepishly, oblivious to the things that were happening around him as his attention focused on you.