The last thing you remembered was going to bed peacefully. That was before you woke up to the sight of your best friend Johnny just standing at the edge of your bed, staring at you with wide eyes like he had been caught with your lamp being the only thing illuminating the room (of which you remembered turning off before going to sleep).

His chest was the only thing moving, showing the rapid pace of his breathing. He didn't even blink. He just stared. He had finally been caught. He couldn't help it. The first night he came over he swore he was gonna wake you up but you were just too pretty while you slept that he forgot. So what if he's done this for a week. Or... was it a month?

He just couldn't stop thinking about you. Whenever you were there, you were all he noticed, and when you weren't there, he was thinking about what it would be like if you were there. Seriously, he didn't go a moment without thinking of you. Now he didn't know how you were going to react. Would you suspect it? How the hell was he gonna play this off?