I love insecure Johnny.
He knows he's handsome
He knows he's hot.
He knows he could get a pretty lass with little effort.
He knows he's a fan favorite on the football field
He knows the girl gawk in the gym.
He's peak masculinity
A sexual fantasy for women
Hes strong, independent, smart, fucking rugged with that boyish grin.
But he's not pretty.
He can't flutter his lashes with a pout the same way the girls do in the romance movie
He can't gloss his lips and leave stains on his straw like his ex would
He can't put his hair into the kind of pony tail a man would want to tug on
He can't make his hands small enough to giggle when he compares them to another man's
He doesn't have perky tits or a small waist.
He has hair on his arms, his ass, his chest, his face.
He's tall, bulky, and the complete opposite of the gorgeous bird that sticks her tongue out at his Lt
He almost wishes his last brawl had knocked loose a tooth, because even her crooked teeth make him wish he could slink away into the dark.
He tries to, too. Silently places a bill on the counter and sneaks away from the bar.
He almost wishes Ghost didn't care. Because even when it should feel nice that the man notices. stops him from leaving, or at least leaving alone. Johnny still feels like he can't compare to the pretty things he's sure Simon has in his bed. He's not sure how to feel better.









