Johnny x You. Is your heart beating louder than he smells?
CW: !Drug usage! Weed, alcohol, Cops.
AN: Kyle is your sibling, referred to as "sister". Johnny calls reader, "bon, kiddo." Faux-cest if you squint???? Not yet tho lmao ;)
Your Friday night started peacefully enough. Quiet. All up until the coughing, yelling, and music from your brothers room got too noisy.
God, you would think they'd take it outside with how much they're smoking. You'd try to kick them out again, but they'll say they're "hot-boxing" or, whatever that means. You re-adjust the hold on your books, shifting them to one arm. Itching to protect your study time, you beat on the door, surely hurting yourself more than the wood. "Kyle! Turn down the mu-" The door swings open.
"Aye Bon." Johnny greets, a waft of smoke wrapping around him. His eyes are low-hooded, red and staring right into you. He has this easy-going grin across your face. You roll your eyes at him, your brothers best friend.
"FUCK! HE'S ON ME, JOHNNY I NEED BACK UP!" Kyle yells, mashing every button on his controller, the gunfire sound effects much louder now with the door open.
Johnny and your brother had been inseperable since kinder. They banded together against the goldfish in primary. They terrorized their teachers in middle school. And they, well Johnny, was the notorious high school plug. They looked after you. Telling bullies to piss off and keeping you involved when it was "appropriate" for you. You were their little sister. So, you never told on them, even if you scolded them personally.
"John-ny" You stammer, coughing from the smoke you're unused to. He closes the door behind him in response, leaning against the frame as if he owned it. You take a step back, his body radiating straight heat. "I'm trying to study." You tell him sternly, attempting to put your foot down.
"'M not stopping you kiddo." He responds, slow. He always calls you that, never letting you live down the age difference.
"Yeah well, the loud music is." You give him a look to stop playing with you and his smile grows toothy. He steps closer, invading your space once again. He holds your chin in his hands, staring lasers into your eyes.
"Y're smart'r than me bon." He pulls you closer, tilting your head higher as he always required eye contact. "Stay tha' way."
The door swings back open and he's yanked away by Kyle, "Johnny we fucking lost!" And with that lazy smile, he's pulled back into the billowing smoke.
Back then was a lot easier.
Too loud. That's all you could hear. Your thoughts telling you this party was too loud. Normally, Kyle would have you stay home, not wanting to run the risk of something, anything bad happening to you. Johnny though, his other kyrptonite reassured him, telling him it's cool if their little sister can have one night of fun. It was the end of the year after all. No more finals for you, and for them, graduation.
The bass of the music drummed through the hardwood. You were trying, you really were. Enjoying the party seemed easy enough. Some of your friends were here and the stress of studying was finally off your shoulders. But, it was just too loud. You didn't enjoy that brain rattling feeling whenever someone won beer pong. So, you slip out. After opening the sliding door, fresh air is welcomed into your lungs. You feel better already. You kick off your shoes, sitting on the edge of the pool while you recollect your sated thoughts. Your feet wave around the water, cooling you off even further. You felt yourself relax into it, staring into the blue. It was a lot better for you this way. Being near the fun was enough. The quiet was lovely, and you could feel a giddy spirit settle into your ribs. Everything was okay.
Until, of course, everything wasn't. Your head jerks behind you when you hear a shrill scream from inside the house. People flood from the house, everyones faces caked in worry. You stand quickly, getting your shoes back on with shaky hands. Is it a fire? A fight? You're scared of what has a whole bunch of drunk teens running from free booze. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!? Where is your brother? Where's Johnny? Though panicked, you don't want to leave them here. You run back into the house, searching and scanning faces as people push past you to escape. Flashing lights lead you onto the lawn.
Your blood runs cold. Johnny, being ushered inside of a cop car. Nothing moves. Your brother's with him. The air is frozen in your lungs. You can't make sense of anything. Why? How? Your feet move you to the car before you take your next breath. Tears are already on your cheeks, though you don't realize. The world freezes when you spot the blood tricking down Johnnys nose. Anger bubbles over.
"Let them go!" You scream. You reach for the door handle, and that's when a cop begins to lead you away. Johnnys eyes meet yours. Swimming with shame, hurt, fear. Only the fear goes away when he sees you. You're okay, and that's all he needed to know. You thrash and kick in the cops hold, swearing with words you've never used. Kyle peaks his head from behind Johnny, he doesn't look at you. "It's okay.. we're going to be okay. Go home." It's stern, absolute. You know when not to argue with your brother.
You can only stare, wide eyes stunned as Johnny murmurs out to you, mouthing from across the lawn as the car begins to pull away.
You fucking hated parties.
AN: hey.... how y'all doing... no but fr GUYS I'M SORRY I'M SO SLOW I KEEP CHANGING THE PLOTTTUHHH
also, respectfully I am horrible at accented speech and don't plan to study đ
