Johnny sat in the row behind you in Algebra, his fingers gently twisting around in your hair as Coach Castillo went on about his lecture. His hands would occasionally gather all your hair in a fist before gently letting it fall. He was mesmerized by your hair, muttering words like “so soft” and “pretty” under his breath. You desperately tried to focus, your heart beating in your ears. He would occasionally graze your neck or shoulder and you would become distracted again.

Johnny loved you dearly, even with all his family problems and his own mental problems with love, he tries his best to be the best version of himself. Just for you.