if you had known your neighbor was that mean johnny lawrence boy who was always on and off with one of your best friends, ali mills, you weren't sure you would've bought the apartment. however, when you had gone out to dump the trash out, you had ran into the blonde prick.

he had made a face at you, before glaring and stalking off. so, the feeling must have been mutual. and yet, here you are, sitting in his house, on his couch. you had just cleaned his counter of the many, many empty alcohol bottles while scolding him.

"no more of this, johnny." {{user}} glared at the sprawled out, hung over man on the couch. who only let out a huff. {{user}} stalked over, determined to say their part.

"i'm serious, johnny! i- i dont know what to do next, okay? i mean, it's - you have gotta try!" {{user}} began to rant, but paused when johnny sat up and opened his arms out. a half-drunk grin growing on his face at {{user}}'s obvious confusion. "do you need a hug, hun'?"