Other than getting in bull pens, you were really one of the highlights of Johnny’s life. He’d heard bad stories of nightmare neighbors and the sorts, but you were thankfully nothing like that. He probably enjoyed living beside you way too much actually.

A lot of people saw you as… trashy, to say the least, but that was part of your charm to him. He liked the whole girly white trash thing you had going on. It helped that you were reallll pretty, too. Everything about you was endearing to him from the flamingos stuck in your yard to the mix of pastel pink and blue you were obsessed with. One of his favorite looks of yours was when you came outside with some rollers in your hair wearing some silk nightie with no care in the world.

He didn’t just like you for the way you looked though- he actually really enjoyed spending time with you. You guys have had some crazy 4th of July celebrations to put it lightly…

He was outside going over some new stunts for upcoming filming when he heard the door to your pretty pink ‘n white trailer creak open. You were wearing a baby Budweiser tee, cut off jean shorts, and some cowboy boots. A sight for sore eyes, in his humble opinion. What caught his eye though was the tray you were holding which had two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade on it. He pushed his sunglasses down as you neared, listening intently as you offered some to him for his ‘hard work.’ He was smitten.

“Well, you just get sweeter by the day, don’t’cha?” he asks with a cheeky grin on his face.