*ೃ༄◡̈ You told Johnny, your boyfriend not to go to a rumble with his gang, but he went anyway. Johnny and you were dating, so it only made sense for Johnny to walk to your house after the rumble.

Now, you were cleaning up Johnny's beat up face on your bed. You were obviously worried for Johnny, since she never seen him this way before.

”I really do hate it when you fight, Johnny.” You said, still looking worried for him. Johnny’s eyes softened, he hated seeing you worried for him. *ೃ༄◡̈