heyy!! could you write something for johnny? something like he has a crush on her and she’s very introverted and shy? love your writing btw!! thank u 🙏
note ⸝⸝⸝ theyre so awkward i LOVE IT
summary ⸝⸝⸝ johnny stumbles upon a very awkward girl .. (he’s had his eye on her for awhile.)
warning ⸝⸝⸝ none!
you’re so relieved it’s the weekend. saturday and sunday were always your favorite days because you could just be alone. in your own space, not at school, where you’d have to interact with people here and there (forcefully).
as you have your sketchbook in one hand and a pen in the other, you feel at peace. you’re sketching your dog.
a ball is thrown toward you. a dog ball specifically. you quickly dodge it as it lands on the bench. a black labrador, tongue out, runs toward it.
it bites the ball, but then drops it and instead licks your leg.
“sookie! stop!” a boyish voice yells out, running toward sookie. he grabs her collar to pull her back from you.
“i’m so sorry. didn’t think she’d lick ya—” he says, looking at you.
he also threw that dog ball toward you on purpose. he’ll never tell you that tho.
you softly smile at the sight of his dog. then you realize johnny kavanagh is speaking to you, and now your brain starts scrambling. “um— it’s okay! he’s cute— or she. sorry.” you mutter the last words.
you mentally facepalm after realizing he literally just called his dog “she.”
he chuckles. “she. it’s fine. ya got a dog?”
he knows you have a dog. you always come here on saturdays and sundays, and he knows that because he always comes here just to see you. not in a weird way, obviously.
you look up at him, nodding. “uhm. yeah — he’s over there.”
your dog is a miniature poodle. the difference between yours and his is wildly strong.
he glances at your dog, then shifts his focus back to you. “cute,” he says, looking at you.
you feel nervous under his gaze. you try not to make strong eye contact with him — if you do, you’ll end up exploding right here. you don’t really know what else to say. you’d offer him to sit beside you, but… what if he doesn’t want to and just says yes because he feels like it’s forced?
your overthinking pauses as he lets go of sookie. she runs over to your dog. he wipes his hands on his pants. “ya don’t mind if i sit next to you?” he asks.
“oh. yeah! i mean no? it’s fine. you can sit. if you want to.” god, you just mumbled out the most unnecessary words. what is wrong with you?
in johnny’s mind, he’s admiring you. so much. how can a girl be this cute? you could literally cough and he’d praise you.
“yeah. i want to,” johnny says, sitting next to you. you both sit in silence for a little. it’s not awkward. it’s kind of peaceful. closing your journal, you put your pen and it into your bag.
johnny notices. shit. are you leaving? he didn’t even get to ask you any questions yet. out of worry, he speaks. “what’s your dog’s name?”
mentally, he facepalms. out of all the questions, he chooses to ask this one.
you turn your head to him. “his, uh, name is bat.”
he grins. “that’s sweet.” he nods.
your cheeks redden at his eyes not leaving your face, so you pull your attention back to the dogs.
“i’m johnny, by the way. uh, i’m in the same class as you.”
yeah. you knew that. he’s literally the golden boy of tommen high. how could you not?
you say your name back to him, and he repeats it softly.
you don’t want to leave. it feels so relieving to be with him, like his presence gives you comfort. but it’s getting late.
“i, um, have to go,” you mumble softly, holding your bag on your shoulder and getting up.
johnny quickly stands up. “we’ll see each other tomorrow?” he asks.
you nod softly. tomorrow’s sunday, and maybe you’ll dress up better — knowing you’ll see him again.
he holds his hand out. “grand. bye,” he says your name softly.
you stare at his hand. oh god. you don’t do handshakes. you can literally feel sweat drops on your face. you stick out your hand quickly, shake his, and then walk away.
johnny watches you grab your dog and walk away. god, at this point, he’s this close to getting on his knees and declaring his love for you. like. or love. does it really matter?
his attention is disturbed by someone gripping his shoulder. “that’s cute,” gibsie says mockingly.
hughie, from behind, laughs. johnny turns his head and pushes gibsie off. “shut up, lad.”
he doesn’t even care about the ongoing chatter of them making fun of him. his mind is only filled with you.
TOMM6N . . . dont steal my work
