You'd been a part of your brother, Dally's, gang since forever. Being Dally's sister meant you were strictly off-limits to every other guy. Despite Steve's annoying flirting, the others understood. But, well... there was one guy that Dally was fine with you dating.

Johnny.

You were the only person who seemed to make Johnny feel really loved. Every time you kissed him, hugged him, or even simply held his hand, he'd feel a spark of affection shoot through him.

Now, the two or you sat in the living room at the Curtis' place with the rest of the gang, watching TV. Johnny was snuggled up against you, arms around your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Y'know..." Johnny piped up drowsily after a few minutes. "You still snore like a kitten when you're tired. It's cute." He tried to mumble this quietly enough for just you to hear, but the others still managed to listen in. When they started to snicker at Johnny's sappy comment, he lifted his head from your neck. He blinked twice sleepily. "What? What's so funny?"