I just collected the two chicken sandwiches I had ordered couple minutes ago, politely thanking the woman behind the counter. I said my last goodbye with a smile, walking out of the 24/7 Subway and making my way towards Johnny's SUV.

The movie shooting starts tomorrow, so we decided to spend some time together before the night ends and we have to get ready for work. Both of our schedules are busy, starting as the first thing in the morning all until late evening, so I think we would even be too tired to go out or something. Not like I'm complaining about the work, I'm actually crazily excited for it.

First of, if we wanted to hang out we'd have to find a place where crowds of paparazzi wouldn't harass us, and Johnny said he'll take care of it.

"Do you know yet where are we going?" I asked, handing him the sandwich. He murmured a thank you and proceeded to answer.

"You'll see. I discovered it like ages ago when I first came to Vancouver. It's a really nice place and you can see all the city lights from above."

"So, it's a hill?"

"Something like that. Also, don't worry about people shoving a camera into your face. From what I remember it feels like the end of the world, so it's very desolated. Jerry's got our backs, too."

Comfortable sounds of The Cure played as we drove, eating our sandwiches. I was a bit afraid someone was maybe following us, and the vibe was so good that the last thing I wanted was to get it ruined. I must admit I never knew so many bad sides of fame, and I admire every celebrity for not going insane.

For most of the time we didn't talk, but as soon as we found ourselves on the way up to the supposed hill, the conversation re-lived. The place, indeed, seemed like the end of the world, completely silent except occasional chirping of the crickets. The sky above us was slowly changing from orange and pink to dark blue, almost pitch black. It was so nice to be experiencing this with Johnny.

The topic of talks somehow ended up being about our past loves and just love in general.

"Do you remember your first love?" Johnny asked.

"How could I forget. I met that guy when I was a freshman in high school. I was new and so was Maxine, but we quickly got along with some pals, and he was one of them. He was older than me, charming and the type of good looking where most of the girls would blush just by walking past him. We were great friends, but after 3 years or so something switched and we started dating, right before I graduated. He was my first.. everything, really." I replied, looking up at the stars. I was essentially re-living the memories. "In August will be our one year breakup-versary."

"Wow, that's a long time you knew him." he replied, honestly impressed. "I'm sorry it had to end like this." I saw Johnny turned his head to look at me, but I hadn't averted my gaze from the sky.

"Yeah."

We were finally there, and the view took my breath away. We got greeted by countless dots of yellow light coming from giant buildings of Vancouver. Even the water below us shone, mirroring the city.

I was afraid the hill will go so high I'm gonna eventually start panting until I drop down on the ground because of the sweet lack of my sports condition, but I didn't even feel that tired.

By now we've already devoured the food, and I felt so full I had to lay down on the grass. It was nicely cold, as well as the evening air, but not too cold. I'm actually surprised, after what I've heard about Canada in general, that we weren't turning into ice cubes yet.

I sighed, closing my eyes. Not long after, I cracked one eye open to see Johnny also lie down on the grass.

"What about you?" I asked, now stargazing.

"What? My first love?" I nodded. "I guess it was, uhm.. Winona." he stated quietly.

Winona Ryder. I've heard of her and Johnny as THE couple of Hollywood in the 90's.

I turned to lay on my belly and leaned on my forearms, unable to help the curiosity pouring out of my eyes. Now that I faced Johnny, I saw that something different shone from his eyes, nostalgia. With his hands supporting the back of his head, he served the spitting image of a dreamer. Even the stars seemed to listen.

"I just remember how everyone used to say 'right person, wrong time', but I never could bring myself to believe it. Instead I took the blame."

I frowned. "Why?"

"Because it just.. felt like it. We had something so beautiful and I ruined it. We made it public-"

"Who told you that?" I interrupted him and he furrowed his brows a little.

"Told what?"

"That it was you who ruined it." I said and watched him think over an answer.

"I told myself that."

"Johnny, listen, our mind is a cruel betraying liar. Not everything you think has to define you or be true." I replied, trying to lift that horrible guilt from his shoulders.

"Maybe you're right, I don't know. I just knew I didn't want anyone else to suffer because of that guilt." he said, and even though it was getting darker and I could barely see his face, I was aware that he was still living in the upsetting memories.

Now I can safely say, Johnny Depp is the most selfless person existing.

"Anyway, that's what once was, right? Important is what is now." he suddenly added, changing his tone, like cured from that thoughtful state.

"Wanna lie down?" he asked, stretching his arm across the grass with an invitation for me to place my head on his shoulder. I literally see no reason why I wouldn't do that.

I lied back down, just counting how many stars are there on the sky. Not the whole amount but the ones that had already showed up, since it wasn't complete night yet. I remembered Counting Stars by One Republic, and I agree that doing it is way better than counting dollars.

"Johnny?"

He hummed in answer.

"Just hypothetically, what would you do if you loved two people at the same time?" I asked and could sense how his brows furrowed a little as he thought. His fingers stopped caressing my upper arm for a moment or two.

"That's an interesting question. You mean when you're in relationship with one person and the other comes right at you, suddenly from around the corner?"

"Yeah."

"My first thought would be to pick the second one, because if you've really loved the first one there wouldn't be anybody else. I think some book even said that." he answered, continuing to softly caress my arm.

I wonder if I'll ever be in a situation like that. Just in pure conflict of my heart, trying to decide which love I love more.

"The whole love thing is so strange. I'm actually kinda scared of it." I spoke.

"Scared? And why is that?"

"I mean, it's so terrifying and sometimes embarrassing. Once you open up to someone you're so vulnerable to them. And you're incredibly fucked if you come by an evil person. I just don't feel like all of it." I explained.

"I definitely agree. Although, it's love. It can be beautiful." he replied. I nuzzled my head more into his shoulder. "Maybe one day you'll find someone you're gonna truly trust and that won't hurt you?"

His soft, and therefore low voice was like the loveliest melody to me, and even if he told me that 2+2=5, I would still be ready to believe anything he says in that way.

"Maybe. At least I hope so."

We spent the rest of the evening and some of the night staring at the stars, sharing and making up the craziest and wildest scenarios of them, just like they were people. I adored how Johnny understood me and I could talk to him about literally everything, but at the same time he wasn't judging the shit out of me. I really couldn't imagine a better friend.

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