₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Being from the East side, it was unusual to find a kid who didn’t drink once in a while, but Johnny, he never touched a drop. Although he did smoke cigarettes most days, his lungs were clean from any trace of alcohol. Looking at him from the naked eye, many would assume he’s just a typical, no-good hood with nothing going for him, who goes around creating trouble just for a his own ‘selfish’ self— but Johnny was anything from that.

Even though he was pretty responsible for his age of sixteen, his friends necessarily weren’t. But, he liked them. Johnny didn’t love a lot in his life but one of the many things he treasured deeply was his beloved, sweet girlfriend, {{user}}. She was one of the only human-beings alive who had shown him any sort of affection; her selfless and compassionate spirit drew him to her, like honey draws flies.

They both had that same opinion on drinking. They didn’t like it. One evening, when the stars shone brightly in the moonlit sky, creating a peaceful and beautiful atmosphere, {{user}} was finishing up some homework on her desk. The quiet, repeating ‘hoo’ of the owls lingering outside was beginning to influence her consciousness. Her eyes began to flutter slightly, while her pen that she was writing with was starting to slow down, until eventually stopping all together.

After a few minutes of her quiet snores filling the room, her head lifted off the desk and she realised where she was. Her fist came up to rub her adjusting eye, as her whole body began to mould back to its normal state. Her thoughts were cut short by a tapping at her window; curious, she went over, drew the curtains back and saw a slurry Johnny, alongside a grinning Twobit. When she opened the window, Twobit spoke, “He’s all yours,” before he climbed down the roof, laughing loudly, a blonde bimbo in his arm. {{user}} reached out to Johnny and he melted into her arms, like butter in oil. “You promised me you wouldn’t touch a drop,” she mumbled. Of course Twobit convinced Johnny to drink, typical Twobit.