《Sing - Johnny X Reader》Part 11
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"Now what?" I asked Johnny after we drove to his house.
"I .... I don't know." Johnny said looking defeated.
We just stared at his house. Both not able to move. We just could not believe this acctually happend and turned out even worse then in my dreams. Poor Buster. He must be crushed by now.
"Maby Buster never had the money." I said sad.
"I guess. But he lied." Johnny said angry. "I thought I finally had the chance to get my dad out of jail but no. Turned out everything was fake."
"His intentions where not fake Johnny. Buster pulled his passion and heart into the team and the theater. He always believed in us when we couldent. Don't forget that." I told him.
"I guess your right. You care about Moon dont you?"
"Care? Ofcourse I care he just lost his dream too! Were not the only ones loosing a dream. He was the one that right when I arrived made sure I had a place to stay. He made sure and is like... like a dad to me I never possible could get back from my old world." I told him. Johnny looked at his hands and nods.
"I understand." He said.
"But you. You made sure I was in a place and safe. You always protected me and made sure I could be myself. You are always there for me."
"And I always will be." He said smiling stepping out of the car. He opened my door and we both walked back home.
I was staring out of the window looking outside. It started raining as if it fits my mood perfect. Mocking me. I sighed and got a bit restless when I stood up and walked down looking for Johnny. Johnny was slowly boxsing on his dad box. He put no effort to use his strength like his dad usually did.
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"Lets go out." I said.
Johnny stopped boksing and looked at me surprised.
"W...what?" He asked turning red.
I walked up to him and looked him in the eyes.
"I suggest we go out tonight. Choose a good restaurant you like or sit in a cafe I don't care. We kissed once and you never asked me out so I guess I should take the first step." I told him.
Johnny chuckeld.
"How can you bright up my day?"
"I know you. Besides I told you I owe you twice. You saved me twice."
"Okay. I know a good place to go." He said smiling.
"Thats the Johnny I know." I said smiling to and punching him on his arm playfully.
We sat on a cafe together both sitting warm inside with hot chocolate milk and whipped cream.
"So Y/n, ever had a boyfriend before?" Johnny asked.
I spit almost the chocolate milk. Johnny laughes.
"I am being serious." He said laughing.
I shook my head. I had sometimes glimps of memories in my dreams of my parents, my brother and sister (if you don't have brothers and sisters you can imagine that). But I never could see the full picture. It was a faded memory. All I knew is that it was a great time with my family and friends. But in my faded memories I never saw a guy figure I was head over heels with. I don't even know what love is..... until.... I guess until I met Johnny.
"I .... I never had a boyfriend." I said.
"No?" Johnny said surprized. "How can a beautifull girl like you be singel?"
"I've been asking the same question." I said sipping on my hot chocolate milk.
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Johnny looked at me with a face that he didint believe me.
"What?" I asked and rolled my eyes. "You want honesty?"
"You told me to be honest about me so I want your honesty back in return." He said.
"Fine. I... I don't know maby I never was busy looking for guys."
Johnny still looked at me and quirked and eyebrow sipping his chocolate.
"I... Okay fine. Sometimes it feels like I want to be touched, I want to be loved. But when the time comes that someone loves me back I... I kinda don't want it anymore....because, because I am afraid of being hurt." I said looking at my hands.
Johnny grabbed my hands gently and I looked him in his eyes. He knew I was telling something vurnable.
"I will never hurt you. And of I do please slap me in the face." He said squezing gently my hands and I chuckeld. We talked further deep conversations. Other time we bursted out laughing about stupid jokes we made up. It was a great idea to go out after such a terrible day.
We both split our bills and left the café.
"I wonder how Mr Moon is doing?" I asked while walking with Johnny.
"Me too. Lets check him out?" Johnny asked and I nod just got an app from Ash. Yes because of the money I have earned during the theater, and piano lessons of Johnny, I could buy my own clothes and have a phone.
We are heading to Mr Moon. Your comming with Johnny? Ash asked.
Were on our way and thought the same thing.
I type back.
I hope Buster is alright...
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