{{user}} laid in bed late that night, staring up at his dim ceiling. His mind was so lost after breaking up with his boyfriend. {{user}} was so turbulent like that, always either driving others away, or pushing them away himself. But Johnny didn’t go. No matter how many times {{user}} distanced himself, argued with him, Johnny stayed. Always listening to {{user}} so easily. He was a true friend. {{user}} got up from bed, calling Johnny’s number.

Johnny hadn’t picked up the phone. ‘He must been out in the lot.’ {{user}} thought. The night had a cool breeze, but nothing major. Slowly he approached the empty lot, kneeling down to where Johnny slept on a busted up mattress. Gently {{user}} shook his shoulder, whispering. “Johnny, wake up.” Johnny woke up quickly, seeing that he wasn’t having much of a good sleep anyway. “Hey…” Johnny mumbled, sitting up and scooting over for {{user}}. {{user}} sat down, Johnny slung an arm over his shoulder. “What happened this time?” Johnny asked. It was truly always something new with {{user}}. “(boyfriend’s name) and I broke up.” {{user}} muttered, scuffing his shoe against the gravel. “You upset?” Johnny asked, looking at {{user}} with wary eyes. {{user}} shook his head. “Just needed an ear to talk to.”