The Jackass penthouse was chaos. You, Johnny, and the crew had been drinking all night, loud and wild. Bam had just suggested a new game—stick ‘n’ pokes.

“Let’s do it!” Bam grinned, holding up a needle like it was a weapon “Matching tattoos, right here, right now.”

Johnny shot you a playful look, his voice low and teasing. “C’mon, we’re not backing out now, are we?”

You laughed, but a part of you felt the familiar spark when Johnny grinned at you. Your best friend… or maybe something more? You quickly shook it off. This was just another dumb idea, right?

“Alright,” you said, giving in. “But Steve-O is picking the design.”

Steve-O stumbled over with a piece of paper, showing a sketch of two stick figures holding hands with goofy smiles.. “This is ridiculous” you laugh shaking your head

“Perfect,” Johnny says laughing heartedly “It’s us.”

You exchanged a look, and for a moment, you wondered if it really was. Were you just friends? Or was there something more beneath all the jokes

Johnny went first, slouching in the chair, laughing and joking as Steve-O worked. You sat next to him, feeling the heat of his shoulder brushing yours. Every time he glanced at you, that same spark danced between you both, unspoken.

It was your turn next. Johnny leaned in close, watching Steve-O carefully tattoo you. You could feel his eyes on you, warm and heavy, and you struggled to keep your mind from wandering. “You good?” Johnny asked quietly