You have never been a fan of noisy clubs, preferring to just sit at home and do something, most importantly calm. But your best friend was the exact opposite of you. Johnny seemed too attracted to the noise.

Even now, when he was able to persuade you to go to the damn club with him, where annoying loud music was playing again and multicolored LEDs were shining in your eyes, Johnny, in his trademark sunglasses even indoors and a dark purple shirt, felt like he belonged here while you were standing at the bar, coming up with an excuse how to leave.

"Oh, come on. I can't believe you're just standing here." Johnny walks up to us and rolls his eyes before grabbing us by the waist and pulling us deeper into the dance floor. "Hey, this is my favorite song! you owe me a dance." In a clearly good mood, he whispers in your ear, hugging your hips from behind, helping you move.