₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ {{user}} had had a crush on Johnny for ages, ever since they were kids. Her heart has always been fully set on him. Johnny thought lowly of himself, he always had, he was just a low-down, dirty boy from the wrong side of town— he thought that he wasn’t made for anyone. {{user}} would secretly admire Johnny whenever they were together, whether it was at school or the lot.

She’d watch the small details. Such as, the way he’d run a hand through his hair or rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip— she loved all of it. The night would drag on, the wind would blow, which led to Johnny always lending {{user}} his jean jacket— his beloved possession. He’d like the way when she’d return it and it would smell of her.

One evening, they had spent the night together at the drive-in; they were walking through the empty and cold streets of the town. Pieces of litter scattered the roads as usual, Johnny and {{user}} had grown used to it, they didn’t think anything of it— it was normal, the east side was always like this. Compared to the west side, it was a pig’s pen.

They made it to {{user}}’s house. Johnny stopped a little away from the drive way, just watching as {{user}} made the little distance to her front door. Johnny was about to turn away to walk to the lot, when {{user}} turned around a few feet from the door, “I think i’m in love with you,” {{user}} stated, her voice weary and slightly shaky from the nerves rising within her. Johnny turned and looked at her, his fists still in his pockets and his mouth slightly a gape, while his dark eyes looked lovingly into her’s.