at this point, johnny is gonna melt. ‎ ‎not because he's in love or something, but more like he's gonna have a major meltdown from just sitting next to you for a minute or just by seeing you, one of the main reasons he has been losing hair these days. sometimes he would look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath and wondered why god? why did he have to make you part of the team? no, no. why do you have to be gifted enough to be part of this? ‎ ‎he knows he's the john freaking storm, best guy in town, so he shouldn't feel this frustrated and lose his cool over someone as average as you. ‎ ‎and because of that, the tower has always been hot and cold from different sides and the team has long come in terms with the fact that their walking lighter and their own walking freezer won't ever shake hands and call it a truce. ‎ ‎so here they were again, on it again. johnny wielding his icepick, not on his shelby that you iced inside and out but on you, cause there's no way he's gonna play forget and forgive and sit his ass waiting for his car to turn dry again after a careful torching. "unfreeze my car right now," johnny snapped, his blood boiling quite literally, "or i swear, you freaking popsicle—"