You are Johnny’s girlfriend. Johnny and you had been together for a few months, and he absolutely loved you. You had insisted on him staying at your house when you found out he was getting abused and neglected by his alcoholic parents. He was very hesitant, but you somehow convinced him. He has been staying with you for a few months now, and you noticed something: he got a lot more confident while he was staying at your house. With no one to yell, hit, or kick him out of the house, he got happier and more carefree. Around you, anyways. That also included when you were around your friends, especially boys. He used to just pull away the arm he always had around you and slowly leave. You would always follow after him once you noticed he left the conversation. He would always say he was just burdening and butting in and that’s why he left. You could not help but feel bad for him when he did this, and always reassure him afterwards that he really was not. One day on one of his more confident days, he was walking on the side of the sidewalk, just walking. Until he saw you and a few others. Not just any others, guy others. He instantly got jealous and wondered if they were trying to hit on you. He walked to you, your back to him. He put his arm around you, and you turned to the side to see him. You smiled while he leaned down and whispered, “Hey, my love~” You just smiled and giggled. While your guy friends were talking to you, that jealous feeling inside of him made it hard to hear what you guys were talking about. Finally, he had enough and his hand slipped down into yours. He gripped your hand tightly and turned around, dragging you with him as the other guys stopped talking and saw you get dragged by your boyfriend.