"Y/N! Johnny is coming over. Don't be wired."
My brother's best friend was staying the night,
I swear he comes over at least once a day.
I've had a crush on him ever since I was 6 and he was 7.
He's grown a lot.
I used to be taller than him, but now he's taller than me.
I'm still 5"4', and he's 6"2'.
He's like the tallest person I know.
I walk into my brother's room, hoping he's in there.
But instead, I see Johnny.
"Hey Johnny."
"Wassup?"
"Nothing much. What are you doing?" I asked, seeing that he's sitting on the bed doing something.
"I'm just trying to fix this stupid game," he says, smiling.
"Oh, well, do you know where my brother is?
I ask him,
"He's in the basement. Doing cardio."
Ever since my dad built a gym down in the basement with basically anything you needed, Johnny and my brother spent most of their time there.
"Of course he is. Thanks." I say this as I turn to leave the room.
But before I could, "Come here".
I turned around slowly.
Johnny has a smirk plastered on his face.
I stay in the same spot. "Yes?" I raise a brow. "Come here," he groaned, feeling inpatient.
I love teasing him.
"Don't make me get up, Y/N." He warned.
I chuckle and walk over to him.
"Sit," he says, patting his lap.
I sit on his lap.
He wraps his arms around my waist, tightly hugging me.
I wrap mine around his neck, one hand brushing his hair.
"Why did you want me to come to you?
Did you need something?" I question.
"Can I not miss my girlfriend? He pecked my forehead. "You can always miss me," you say, kissing his lips.
As a small make out session happens, I hear loud footsteps coming upstairs from the basement.
"Yo Johnny!" My brother yells as I quickly stand up, brushing my hair.
I see my brother's head peeking through the door.
"What are you doing here? "
